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Chapter 11761

small world.

The throwing knife flew rapidly toward Luo Fengtang.

Just as Yan Huang said, he was completely locked by the formation, so much so that he couldn't even move his body.

He couldn't even move a single finger.

There was no need to use internal energy to protect himself; thus, he could only use his own body to take the flying knives head-on.

“Puff, puff…”

The throwing knives weren't very powerful; they pierced directly into Luo Fengtang's body, sinking deep into his flesh.

Unlike Yan Huang, Luo Fengtang didn't even hum a sound, he merely squinted his eyes.

The blood slowly spread along the wound, but because the throwing knife was still on the wound, the blood could only spread slowly.

"Can you still hold on?" the Heavenly Chess Master asked anxiously from the side.

“Okay,” Luo Fengtang said in a deep voice.

At this moment, not only the Heavenly Chess Saint, but even the Smoke Emperor secretly admired him. Neither of them could withstand such damage, and they had never suffered such an injury since they began practicing martial arts.

They showed martial arts talent from a young age and were all true geniuses. They could do things that others found difficult with ease. They had a smooth life for most of their lives and did not encounter any major setbacks.

Their biggest setback is that they cannot find the path to becoming a grandmaster.

Luo Fengtang, on the other hand, had fought his way through countless battles, so this injury was nothing to him.

At this moment, Luo Fengtang discovered something important.

After he was injured, the formation that had been trapping him actually loosened a bit, allowing him to move his fingers with difficulty.

If injuries continue, will the lockdown be further eased?

Thinking of this, Luo Fengtang used all his strength to fight against the formation. With a flick of his fingers, flying knives appeared in front of him again.

This time, Luo Fengtang noticed that the flying knives were not launched from a mechanism, but appeared out of thin air. Considering that this was a personal domain space, there was no need to be alarmed by anything that happened here.

"Pfft!"

The throwing knife pierced his body again.

As long as he can withstand the intense pain, the throwing knife won't be fatal.

On one hand, the throwing knife missed a vital point, and on the other hand, the body here was not his real physical body, but rather a reconstruction formed by the power of the domain's small world.

Luo Fengtang took a deep breath without even frowning.

"This is possible?" Yan Huang's eyes widened in surprise.

He experienced it firsthand. The pain caused by the throwing knife was not like the wounds from ordinary swords. He could withstand the pain from a sword or knife outside, but the pain caused by the throwing knife here was a pain that directly affected his soul. How much willpower would it take to withstand such pain?
He also discovered that being injured could unlock the formation, but he simply didn't have the strength to continue getting injured. If he were hit by two more throwing knives, he would definitely faint instantly, become completely weak, and lose all his strength.

But Luo Fengtang withstood four flying knives without uttering a sound. What incredible willpower that is!

"continue!"

Luo Fengtang shouted, and he realized that after the four throwing knives, his legs were unsealed and he could move forward.

This time, three throwing knives flew at him. Luo Fengtang still couldn't dodge them, and one of them struck his ribs. An ordinary person would be left barely alive if they weren't killed by these three knives.

But Luo Fengtang just gritted his teeth and remained silent. Only the sweat seeping from his forehead showed that he was enduring great pain.

"You can't stop me!" Luo Fengtang roared.

With the three strikes unsealing his body, he approached the dragon bed step by step, his steps heavy yet steady. This time, no more flying knives appeared. After three rounds, he exchanged his severe injuries for the formation to unseal him.

Sweat had soaked his clothes, all of which was within his expectations. The only thing he hadn't anticipated was that his armor was completely useless, as the throwing knife easily pierced through it.

The armor was like it was made of paper.

This is certainly not because the armor itself is made of inferior material, but rather due to the effect of the formation. Stripped of all additional defensive capabilities, the golden armor cannot escape the influence of the formation.

However, as Luo Fengtang broke through the formation and gradually approached the dragon bed, the armor's defensive capabilities reappeared.

The throwing knife that had pierced the body slowly shrank and disintegrated, eventually disappearing completely. The remaining wounds, protected by the armor's defensive capabilities, began to stop bleeding.

Luo Fengtang had already reached the edge of the dragon bed, where the monster lay supine.

The monster was silent and seemed to be completely dead.

Luo Fengtang reached out and touched it, and the moment he made contact with the monster... a strange change occurred.

The monster instantly shattered, transforming into a beam of light that merged into Luo Fengtang's forehead. At the same time, a dragon-shaped mark appeared on the back of Luo Fengtang's hand.

Luo Fengtang closed his eyes, and countless fragments of memories flashed through his mind.

This is a kind of inheritance, an inheritance of soul and memory.

He seemed to see that figure standing on the clouds, swooping down in those ancient times; he also saw that figure facing the dark, shadowy figures from beyond the sky, standing firm and fearless...

Pain, joy, happiness, melancholy, sorrow, anger, longing... a mix of emotions swirled in his mind, and his eyes couldn't help but well up with tears.

When Luo Fengtang opened his eyes again, he waved his hand, and the flying knives on Yan Huang's body shattered into phantoms and disappeared.

"Ah, the formation is gone." Yan Huang immediately felt relieved, and he regained control of his body. Once he could use his internal energy again, this injury was nothing. As long as his internal energy flowed, he could seal the injury.

Once you reach the martial arts realm of Yan Huang, which is close to that of a grandmaster, you can easily heal most injuries, unless they are fatal. His body's healing ability is extremely strong.

"What's going on?" The Heavenly Chess Master also came closer.

Both he and the Smoke Emperor walked to the vicinity of the dragon bed, and there were no formations to stop them.

“He is dead.” Luo Fengtang sighed.

"Who died?" Luo Fengtang's abrupt question sent chills down the spines of both the Smoke Emperor and the Heavenly Chess Saint.

“Ao Guang, that evil dragon you speak of, he’s dead, long ago. His soul died the moment the demonic thoughts entered his body,” Luo Fengtang said solemnly.

"How is this possible? If he's dead, then what were we seeing before? If he's dead, why isn't the demonic power controlling his physical body?"

"Yeah, this is too bizarre."

The Smoke Emperor and the Heavenly Chess Saint exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt and confusion in each other's eyes.

“He’s really dead. What we saw before was just demonic thought. The so-called divine thought in the golden coffin was all a lie.” Luo Fengtang took a deep breath.

"Then how do you explain why demonic thoughts cannot control the physical body?" the Smoke Emperor asked again.