I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The eerie consciousness felt somewhat ashamed: "Sorry, great master, I admit I struggled."

Zhang Yangqing said calmly, "You think you're exceptionally talented, able to cultivate to this level and control such terrifying energy, and that you haven't underestimated your opponent. But have you considered that the guy opposite you has also cultivated to this level and has experienced countless battles? So where is your advantage?"

The eerie consciousness froze.

Advantage?

What are his strengths?
Was it Zhang Yangqing's powerful physical foundation? Was it his Celestial Realm cultivation? Was it those strange cultivation techniques? Was it the ability to inherit memories?

But the other side has these things too!
The opponent has been at this level for much longer, has experienced more battles, and has a far greater understanding of himself than he has!

And what about him? He was just a newly born consciousness, running rampant with the help of Zhang Yangqing's "max-level account".

My own combat experience is pitifully scarce.

He didn't care about playing in low-level games, but now, it's a truly high-level game!

He murmured, "So that's how it is. He and I are both at the top of this world. In addition, I didn't know anything about him, at least not at the beginning. Later I learned about his ways, but my physical strength and energy had been mostly used up."

He took a deep breath and made a decision: "Master, it's my fault. How about we go ahead and make plans later?"

He still reserved some of his energy, just so that he could survive.

You could say that at least this guy wasn't stupid enough to use up all his energy; he's already showing some intelligence.

However, Zhang Yangqing laughed: "Watch closely, I'll only perform once."

The next moment, the eerie consciousness felt its control over its body being pulled away.

That tired and cautious body suddenly relaxed, and a calm and serene smile followed.

At the edge of the battlefield, the mouthless monster with a sorrowful expression suddenly widened its eyes.

His body trembled violently, and an incredulous light flashed in his pupils!
It's him!

It's him!

That feeling, that feeling of "security" for the first time!

Back in that misty forest, he was besieged by monsters and almost lost his life. It was this "Zhang Yangqing" who appeared, casually wiped out those monsters, and saved his life!
At that moment, standing behind him, he felt an unprecedented sense of security.

And now, that feeling is back!
He stared intently at the figure in the arena, his fists clenched, his body trembling slightly.

He felt unfamiliar with Zhang Yangqing, but for some reason, he had absolute trust in him!

On the battlefield, the purple-haired man, seeing Zhang Yangqing conceal his aura, revealed a mocking smile: "What? Don't want to fight anymore?"

He thought the other party was going to run away, since the intensity of their attacks had clearly decreased since earlier, indicating they were conserving their strength to escape.

He hovered high above, purple lightning flashing around him, ready to pursue at any moment.

Zhang Yangqing raised her head and glanced at him.

There was no fighting spirit, no anger, no wariness in those eyes.

"Noisy."

He raised one hand, fingers spread, and looked at the purple-haired man strangely.

The purple-haired man paused for a moment, then sneered, "Pretending."

Bang!
A muffled thud.

Faced with an energy that no one in this world could comprehend, the purple-haired, eerie body was instantly blasted into dust!
The purple lightning vanished instantly, leaving only a cloud of blood mist drifting in the air before being blown away by the wind.

Not a single complete sentence was left behind.

The entire room fell silent.

The woman in gray opened her mouth wide, her eyes almost popping out.

The woman in the white dress's sharp teeth struck her lip, drawing blood, but she felt nothing.

The old man in the suit's glasses fell to the ground with a "thud," but he didn't pick them up.

The sunglasses, strangely positioned, slipped down to the tip of his nose without him noticing.

The blindfold's eerie ears trembled violently, and the expression on his face changed from shock to terror. He "heard" the sound of the purple-haired man disappearing mysteriously, but he couldn't believe it!
The silence was eerie, yet it felt right! It was him!
On the battlefield, the copper-plated figure stood motionless, like a real bronze statue.

His mind went blank.

What just happened?
That purple-haired guy, the one who was known as one of the four great bosses of Yudu along with him, just died like that?

It was crushed by a single hand from a distance?

He did indeed sense a supernatural 'energy' just now.

At this moment, the way he looked at Zhang Yangqing completely changed. It was no longer fighting spirit, no longer vigilance, but fear.

The deepest fear.

Because he couldn't sense any aura from Zhang Yangqing.

It's not about concealing or hiding; it's about having nothing at all.

But it was precisely this "absence" that made him tremble from the depths of his soul.

This guy is like a completely different person!

Zhang Yangqing didn't look at him again.

He strode forward, heading deeper into Yudu.

Copper Skin instinctively took a step back.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Zhang Yangqing walked to his side.

Copper Skin's eerie body was as stiff as a real piece of metal, and it had even stopped breathing.

Unlike the strange consciousness I had just encountered, this copper-skinned monster was genuinely trembling.

Just when everyone thought Zhang Yangqing was about to make a move, he waved his hand, as if to say: Excuse me.

Copper Skin paused for a second, then did something that left everyone speechless.

He immediately stood up straight, chest out, head held high, hands clasped together at his sides, adopting the posture of a standard greeter!
Then, he turned to the side, bent over, and bowed at a ninety-degree angle!
Make a "please" gesture with one hand!

His posture was as respectful as that of a well-trained waiter!
The entire venue fell silent once again.

The woman in gray rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things.

The woman in the white dress opened her mouth wide, clearly not having reacted yet.

This is Zhang Yangqing's strength. Unlike the strange consciousness, which only knows how to crush with strength, even if the opponent is weaker than him, he can still fight to the death.

Even though he was using Zhang Yangqing's body, the other side still dared to fight.

But when faced with the real Zhang Yangqing, Tongpi Weiqi didn't even have the desire to fight.

That's Zhang Yangqing's skill.

A Zhang Yangqing with a terrifying aura only inspires instinctive fear, but a Zhang Yangqing without any aura instills fear in one's very soul.

"Holy crap! God! How did you do that?! You killed that purple-haired guy in an instant?!" The eerie consciousness's voice trembled.

As Zhang Yangqing walked, he answered him in his mind: "It's hard to explain. I'm usually too lazy to take action. I usually challenge opponents of higher levels because I don't have to think too much when I kill them if they're at the same level."

eerie consciousness: "."

This seems to have given him a taste of his own medicine.

But Zhang Yangqing was just stating the facts. Even with only 10% of his energy remaining, he could still deal the highest damage with the lowest possible energy.

Don't forget, he once reached the realm of a saint.

Fighting against a Celestial Realm cultivator is just a random, chaotic fight.

But a certain level of understanding cannot be taught verbally.

Zhang Yangqing could only teach him what he could use: "In this world, there are strengths and weaknesses. For example, that guy with the copper skin just now, didn't you notice how hard you were fighting him?"

The eerie consciousness nodded: "Yes, his defense and recovery are too strong."

Zhang Yangqing continued, "If you rely solely on instinct in battle, you will soon be defeated by someone smarter. You must learn to observe, analyze, and achieve the greatest results with the least cost."

The eerie consciousness humbly sought advice: "Master, how do you counter that guy over there?"

Zhang Yangqing paused for a second, then said in a matter-of-fact tone, "As long as you are all-powerful enough, you can control everyone, just like me."

eerie consciousness: "."

This statement was incredibly arrogant, and the eerie consciousness was once again thoroughly exposed.

But he had to admit that it was true.

He was silent for a moment, then silently noted it down in his mind: He's ruined his studies. (End of Chapter)