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Chapter 265: Monster or Human?
Inside the pitch-black manor, streaks of dazzling golden light suddenly appeared.

With the sound of bombing, dust flew up and gravel flew everywhere.

"Lu Shihua, I can't be bothered with you anymore. Today is the day your Lu family is destroyed!"

Roger muttered incantations as he rapidly moved his hands in front of his chest, creating a dazzling array of intricate hand gestures.

A majestic and towering Tantric guardian deity appeared out of thin air and stood behind him.

As Roger continued to use his techniques, the energy surging around the statue became increasingly violent, like a giant beast about to go out of control, radiating a chilling pressure.

The next second, the dazzling golden light, like a surging golden tide, bombarded forward with overwhelming force.

Wherever it went, the hard ground was torn apart, and shattered concrete pieces flew out like dense raindrops.

In an instant, dust billowed up, like a sandstorm, and quickly spread all around.

Its power was so great that even bystanders hiding in the distance were terrified.

Roger stared at the billowing smoke ahead, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

This astonishing and extraordinary technique is clearly enough to completely suppress the opponent.

Even if it cannot kill Lu Shihua, it can still severely injure him and render him powerless to resist.

But amidst this chaos, bizarre sights began to appear one after another.

Dozens of green vines that had been lurking in the shadows suddenly began to move against the tide.

Their robust bodies resembled dragons emerging from the sea, billowing with dust as they swiftly and rapidly emerged from all directions, twisting and turning.

They aimed directly at Roger, seemingly forming a pincer movement to strangle and encircle him.

"not good!"

Upon seeing this, Roger's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly retreated, trying to create distance between himself and the vines to avoid the attack.

However, having just unleashed his ultimate move, his energy had not fully recovered, and his movements were noticeably slower.

However, the opponent's use of the Tree Sea Technique this time appeared even more swift and powerful, with incredible speed.

boom!boom!
Roger was struck twice by the vines before he was able to dodge this extremely dangerous sneak attack.

His smile froze instantly, replaced by astonishment and panic.

"Roger, more than a decade has passed, and your strength is still lacking!"

Lu Shihua's indifferent voice drifted out from the smoke and dust.

Then, with steady steps, it revealed its true form.

It turns out that what was attacked head-on by the golden light was just a wooden dummy that had used a substitution technique.

At this moment, the billowing smoke and mist seemed to be slowly parted by an invisible hand.

Behind him, the hazy shadow of a towering tree suddenly appeared.

The giant tree stretched straight to the sky, reaching over a hundred meters in height, its top disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds formed by thick black mist.

The trunk was thicker than anyone could imagine; it would take at least dozens of people to encircle it.

The branches stretched out freely, as if encompassing the entire world, forming an enormous canopy.

The mist swirled among the treetops, and countless firefly-like points of light flickered and danced in the shadows, creating a dreamlike scene.

The entire scene appeared exceptionally magnificent and spectacular, exuding a mysterious power that made one's heart tremble.

Roger's face was deathly pale. He endured the excruciating pain and forcefully suppressed the mouthful of blood that surged up his throat.

The once golden and imposing guardian deity statue behind him, capable of intimidating enemies, paled in comparison to the towering tree that slowly emerged behind Lu Shihua.

The difference between the two is like comparing a small fry to a big fish; a firefly trying to compete with the bright moon.

"Haven't you seen it clearly yet?"

Lu Shihua's lips curled up, this time revealing a mocking smile:
"The ancestral spirits of the Lu family are about to be reborn, and a new secret realm will soon be formed. The immense power that will instill fear in all of the Lu family's enemies will also soon return to the world!"

"Now, what can you use to stop me?"

It seems to be to verify his words.

The surrounding ground seemed to be infused with an abundant life energy, with tender green shoots emerging like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, breaking through the soil one after another.

Immediately afterwards, these new shoots seemed to be under a spell, growing and spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, lush greenery appeared, as if a green tide was about to engulf the area.

Perhaps, it will soon transform into a dense jungle that makes people lose their way.

Moreover, the vines that attacked Roger seemed to be infused with endless power, becoming increasingly violent.

They were like giant pythons that preyed on people, lashing out and coiling around anything that dared to stand in their way.

The entire estate has become their hunting ground.

Roger flashed, transforming into a black shadow, moving through the crowd at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

He radiated golden light, and wherever he went, the surrounding branches and vines were scorched by the flames and turned to ashes.

However, the number of vines was like a surging tide, one wave after another, sweeping towards Roger relentlessly.

Gradually, the overwhelming vines completely engulfed him, and Roger's figure disappeared into a lush yet deadly "wave".

"This is the true secret ability of the Lu family."

Lu Shihua stood leisurely to the side, waving his arms like a conductor, his smug smile becoming increasingly ostentatious.

"Today I will open your eyes to what it means to be a true aristocratic family, and what kind of power has enabled us to stand tall for hundreds or thousands of years, and to rise above you mere mortals!"

He tilted his chin slightly back, his tone full of pride and arrogance.

"Here, I am the all-powerful God, and I can control the lives of all of you at will!"

The battle within the manor continues to escalate to a fever pitch.

After a brief exchange, seeing his opponent looking utterly disheveled, Lu Shihua continued to apply pressure with a cold smile:

"Roger, you've acted far too late."

"Given the current situation, unless you are willing to completely shatter the Golden Bamba Bottle, there is no way to reverse the situation or stop the rise of my Lu family."

As he spoke, he paused deliberately, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"However, I bet you don't have the guts. Do you dare? You simply don't!"

He was clearly using these hurtful words to disrupt Roger's mind, attempting to completely defeat his opponent both physically and psychologically.

With the blessing of the ancestral spirit, Lu Shihua was now like a tiger with wings. Not only did his abilities become more powerful, but the pressure emanating from his body also became more intense.

Roger struggled to withstand wave after wave of onslaught, sweat rolling down his face.

His eyes, however, remained fierce as he stared intently at Lu Shihua.

Seemingly unwilling to accept defeat, they wanted to use some life-saving skill to survive the desperate situation or turn the tide.

Just as both sides were displaying their abilities and fighting fiercely.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, a deep rumble of thunder came from the distant horizon, startling everyone.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist shrouding the manor seemed to be crushed by a fist, bursting forth with an extremely intense and dazzling light. Accompanied by the light and thunder, the pitch-black dome, like a skylight scorched by flames, gradually turned red and translucent.

Then, with a crash, like glass shattering, it turned into countless glittering fragments and disappeared into the void.

"The formation has been broken?!"

The thought flashed through Lu Shihua and Roger's minds simultaneously like a thunderclap.

Startled, the two simultaneously stopped their attack and looked up.

A dazzling, enormous fireball roared down from the sky, leaving a crimson trail in the night.

A few seconds later, a loud "boom" slammed heavily onto the eastern side of the manor, shaking the ground.

In an instant, dust flew, sparks flew, and scorching heat waves rolled out.

Its impact was so great that it even sent some soil and brick fragments flying hundreds of meters away.

Lu Shihua and Roger exchanged a glance; the longtime rivals were surprisingly in sync at this moment.

The two moved with lightning speed, taking off almost simultaneously and rushing towards the spot where the fireball had crashed.

Faced with this sudden and earth-shattering change, all grudges and battles seemed meaningless.

Confirming the whereabouts of the crucial golden Bamba bottle is the top priority.

When they rushed closer, the sight before them made them hold their breath.

At the point of impact, shrouded in smoke and dust, the air felt heavy and solid.

Only the crackling sound of sparks exploding was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Lu Shihua and Roger both stopped in their tracks, their eyes filled with vigilance as they stared intently at the spot where the fireball had fallen.

"Cough-cough-"

A soft cough broke the brief silence, emanating from the heart of the smoky haze.

The two tensed up instantly and simultaneously assumed defensive stances.

It was as if they were afraid an alien monster would suddenly jump out from the smoke screen.

As the pungent, eye-straining dust gradually dissipated, a blurry human figure gradually appeared.

Their pupils contracted slightly, and they stared at the other person intently.

After a few seconds, the silhouette became clearer and clearer.

It wasn't a monster, but a naked human man.

He was standing in a horse stance in a crater that had been smashed open.

In the dim light, one could clearly see the red mask worn on the face, with exposed fangs and a ferocious expression, like a demon.

His clothes were tattered, with only a few strips of cloth remaining, sparking as they went, clearly the result of being ravaged by fire.

Large swathes of his bronze skin were thus exposed, his muscles bulging and clearly defined, as perfect as a sculpture.

His strong and agile physique exudes an indescribable masculine beauty.

Coupled with the ferocious mask and bald head, he resembles an angry Vajra in a temple suppressing evil spirits, exuding a violent and dangerous aura.

A look of surprise flashed across Roger's eyes at first, but he quickly regained his composure.

His eyes gleamed, and his mind raced as he pondered how to exploit this sudden "visitor from outer space" to his advantage and change the course of events.

Lu Shihua frowned, his eyes filled with deep doubt and apprehension.

He glanced at Roger, who was standing a few meters away, and wondered about the man's background.

He then subtly clenched his fists, preparing to deal with any unexpected situations.

Just then, the man's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, suddenly opened, his gaze piercing through the smoke as if it were tangible, shooting towards the two of them.

His gaze was bloodshot and burning, containing an incomparably strong fighting spirit, which made both experts unconsciously feel a jolt in their hearts and take a half step back.

Fang Cheng looked at the two strangers staring at him, feeling somewhat bewildered.

He looked down at his nearly naked body, which was covered with marks from the flames and friction from the rapid fall.

He touched the burning hot mask on his face again, and his memory suddenly became somewhat disordered.

"Am I undergoing tribulation? How did I end up here?"

The aftereffects of falling rapidly from a height of over 100 meters are slowly emerging.

My ears were ringing, as if countless bees were constantly flying and spinning around me.

The dizziness caused by the violent shaking subsided slightly.

Fang Cheng then remembered how he flew high into the sky, shattered the golden peony bottle with a single punch, destroyed the formation, and then descended from the sky.

Thinking of this, a strong feeling of nausea suddenly welled up in my throat, accompanied by shortness of breath and chest tightness.

Fang Cheng was shocked and immediately began to use his breathing technique to silently regulate his disordered breathing and his internal organs, which had also been displaced by the shock.

Leaping from a height of over 100 meters is no easy challenge for any carbon-based life form.

Fortunately, Fang Cheng used the "Eternal Spring" skill effect as he landed, managing to withstand the terrifying impact.

The bones and muscles were not seriously damaged. Apart from some soreness, there was nothing seriously wrong, and at least for now, the body can still move normally.

However, the internal organs are somewhat unable to withstand the enormous impact, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to fully recover in a short period of time.

Lu Shihua and Roger continued to stare at him intently, their eyes filled with wariness.

The three men were all wary of each other and dared not make any rash moves, resulting in a delicate standoff.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense and fragile, like a taut string that would snap with the slightest pull.

Just as tensions were rising, the towering tree that had appeared in the manor suddenly let out a low, mournful cry, like a lament for a life about to end.

The once clear and nearly formed shadow of the giant tree became blurred again, shrouded in a layer of mist once more.

The tender green plants that had just sprouted around them were also showing signs of withering. Their leaves quickly lost their luster, began to curl up and shrivel, as if their vitality had been instantly drained away.

Upon seeing this, Lu Shihua finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He took a step forward, his eyes filled with anxiety and anger, and loudly questioned:
"Who are you? Where is the golden Bamba bottle? Did you break it?!"

Upon hearing this, Roger narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze revealing his concern for the whereabouts of the sacred relic of his religion.

Although Fang Cheng didn't know the origins of these two people, he keenly sensed the overwhelming killing intent and incomparably powerful aura emanating from them.

He knew in his heart that they were definitely top-notch experts, and given his current terrible state, he absolutely could not show any weakness.

Looking at Roger's bald head and black robe, Fang Cheng suddenly remembered the battle report that Li Dingjian and the professor had mentioned earlier.

His gaze then quickly swept across the surroundings, and he saw two other familiar lamas in the distance.

A thought flashed through my mind and I instantly understood the current situation.

"Brother Roger."

Fang Cheng then straightened his body, trying to make his voice sound steady and powerful, and slowly began to speak:
"Junior brother has successfully destroyed the formation and shattered the Golden Bomba Bottle."

(End of this chapter)