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Chapter 630: Can you fight against me who possesses the power of the Yellow King?
Although he was surprised at the intelligence capabilities Feng Xue showed at this time, Guan Shanshan couldn't help but frown, but he did not hesitate because he knew clearly how risky his action was.

Although the third generation of Qingyun suffered serious injuries, he is still the strongest creator. It would probably only take a few thoughts for him to cross more than 300 kilometers to Wangjiang.

Even if someone helps cover up his ideal country, he can only gain three minutes. He must solve this problem within three minutes and complete the evacuation.

Fortunately, Qinghe’s military dreamers were pulled away for the exercise, and the opposition dreamers should not get involved in this mess. As long as they can deal with this guy, they can return immediately!

With his mind made up, Guan Shanshan did not try any more. He went all out from the beginning, spreading his G·I force field evenly throughout the utopia. As his sight focused, a short syllable came out of his mouth -

"broken!"

A strong tearing sensation acted on Feng Xue's body, but he just showed an uncomfortable smile.

There was no way. Although he was fighting, Feng Xue had to admit that this was the most relaxing moment for him since he traveled through time!

Compared to a real fight, the feeling of being exposed to sight all the time is indescribable for the psychological pressure. Now that the opponent has opened up his utopia, it has completely blocked the sight that has been entangled with him for more than ten years. The sense of freedom from the cage makes him want to play for a while longer.

But no matter what, he also understood that this situation would definitely arouse the vigilance of the observer. If it was delayed too long, it might lead to unnecessary associations and even cause trouble for the old man in the family.

and so……

"Crack!"

Guan Shanshancheng, who had already imagined the young man being torn into pieces, suddenly looked futile. His magical skill of bullying the weak seemed to be in vain at this moment.

The moment he realized that this young man might not be easily defeated, he immediately changed his fighting style. With a flick of his finger, a card flashed before his eyes. The abstract pattern turned into a precise hint under his unique thinking structure. The next moment, a pitch-black sickle floated beside him.

"cut!"

The ominous blade slashed across, its speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch with the naked eye, but Feng Xue's speed was faster than the blade. The cloak formed by the power of the King in Yellow shook lightly, and the sharpness of the sickle was completely neutralized. Taking this opportunity, Feng Xue slid sideways, grasped the handle of the sickle with one hand, and turned around to swung it.

Seeing this, Guan Shanshan was about to sneer. This structure was not like an ordinary weapon and there was no possibility of backlash at all. But when the sickle did not explode as he expected, but slashed all the way towards him, he was horrified to find that his exclusive G·I particles were out of control!

"shield……"

He had only spoken halfway and the pattern in his mind had just taken shape when the sickle cut down first, accompanied by intense pain that was obviously beyond the function of this body and instantly broke through the brain's defenses. When he was about to faint, Feng Xue reached out and grabbed his head, activating all the power of the Yellow King. The G·I particles turned into tentacles, forming a series of direct paths connecting to Guan Shan Shancheng's brain.

Although this form has not been truly developed over the past fifteen years, Feng Xue has never stopped developing Huang Wang's abilities.

Through the "dialogue", Feng Xue learned that the Yellow King, or the incarnation and the ability of this part sealed in his body, is mainly manifested in three aspects:

1. A strong sense of oppression.

2. Excellent artistic talent.

3. Terrifying erosion ability. His artistic talent allows him to learn everything very quickly, and the strong sense of oppression makes people feel very strong as long as it is unfolded. These two abilities may be used to show off in other systems, but in this world, they can actually become power.

He even developed a combat system similar to the "spiritual pressure" of the God of Death based on the two and imitating the comics he read in his previous life. This is also the combat style he displays in his daily life.

As for the corrosiveness, Feng Xue usually only used it to increase his perception of other people's surface thoughts. However, no matter how carefully Feng Xue used it, he could not change its vicious nature.

Strings of information were extracted from Guan Shanshan's brain. Generally speaking, such direct reading of thoughts would be difficult to decipher due to different thinking logic, but this open utopia was the embodiment of the architect's way of thinking. By eroding this utopia, Feng Xue was able to decipher the parts that were not highly encrypted. (Note ①)

"It's similar to what I thought. They use evil forces to disrupt the local order, increase the cost of survival, and form a vicious cycle... But the purpose is to snipe the fourth generation of the Creator? The third generation of the Creator is not dead yet, so why are they starting to consider sniping the fourth generation? And why can they snipe the Creator by suppressing the national strength? If it is really possible, can Hongying's economy really support the Creator?"

Feng Xue frowned, feeling that he might have missed some important information. But the brain of this idiot in front of him obviously had nothing to extract.

After calculating the time briefly, Feng Xue calmed himself down, and the yellow clothes on his body slowly returned to the normal G·I force field, and the G·I particles that pierced Guan Shanshancheng's brain also transformed into the posture of command structure again.

Feng Xue threw aside the dementia dreamer who had lost half of his body but was still half alive. His aura changed as he thought about it. He held a baton in his hand and waved it gently, creating a passionate melody.

Amid the impact of the sound waves, each note turned into a knight, riding a white horse to charge towards the ideal country, trampling and crushing everything that stood in their way.

With the force of their arms, the White Horse Cavalry twisted their spears into a long spear and slammed them hard on the outer wall of the ideal country.

At this moment, Feng Xue also timely let go of his control over this ideal country. As the world shattered, Feng Xue returned to the box of the nightclub.

At this time, there were only thirty-three seconds left before the battle began, and the melody on his fingertips had just passed the prelude.

"Boring." Feeling the attention refocused on him, Feng Xue immediately discovered that there seemed to be two fewer sights compared to the initial sight.

"It should be that he went to call for help. Besides, these scattered G·I particles...react very quickly!"

Feng Xue confirmed that there were no more sights, so he sat calmly on the sofa in the private room, set up a virtual machine, and dialed the number above -

As the busy tone came through, Feng Xue interrupted without paying attention to the other party's opening remarks:

"Yuedu Nightclub, Big Fish, Dreamer, come and clean the floor!"

"Please submit the funds you need to apply for... Wait? What is that? Don't be impulsive, the main force will be here soon! Don't be anxious, just keep an eye on it!"

Listening to the anxious but deliberately low voice in the communication, Feng Xue raised the corner of his mouth and added:

"Remember to bring an ambulance!"

"Crack!"

(End of this chapter)