The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

A genuine emotional fluctuation appeared in Chen Guan's eyes.

He wasn't acting.

He slowly stood up, shielding the heavily injured and unconscious Long Ao behind him, and faced the two seventh-tier powerhouses who were approaching step by step.

The night wind rustled the hem of his clothes, and the black coffin behind him looked particularly heavy under the neon lights.

"sucker Punch."

Qi Sha sneered, just about to make another move.

The coffin moved.

His figure blurred instantly, multiplying from one to ten, then from ten to a hundred. Hundreds of Chen Guan, each carrying a coffin, rushed towards Po Jun and Qi Sha from all directions.

Illusion, a parade of a hundred demons.

"A trivial skill."

Qi Sha's mental energy field unfolded once more, like an eraser, instantly wiping away all illusions.

The actual coffin remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

Po Jun's patience had run out. He rushed to Chen Guan's side in one stride, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, carrying destructive power, aimed straight for Chen Guan's head.

In his view, to live, all that matters is to have a breath left; does it matter whether one is disabled or not?

This time, there is no escape.

The force of the punch was so strong that Chen Guan's hair flew backward.

The color of flames was already reflected in Chen Guan's eyes.

Just then, Long Ao, who should have been unconscious, woke up at some point. With his last bit of strength, he pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a jade box carved with intricate dragon patterns.

He watched Chen Guan's retreating figure.

"Chen Guan, take the person in your coffin... and live on!"

"I will make up for my grandfather's mistakes."

Long Ao's voice was hoarse and bloody, yet it held an undeniable authority.

Without waiting for Chen Guan's response, he used his thumb to forcefully open the jade box carved with dragon patterns.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena; inside the box was only a single drop of suspended golden liquid. Though it was just a drop, it beat rhythmically like a living heart.

What is that? Long Ao's trump card?

[Judging from the dragon pattern on the box, could it be some kind of treasure from the Long family?]

What time is it? Who cares what it is? A cat that catches mice is a good cat.

Countless thoughts flashed through Chen Guan's mind.

His original plan was simple: to burn everything to ashes with his rage. Baal hadn't resisted him just now.

However, the side effects would be more severe, and he was prepared to exchange popularity points for healing medicine.

But Long Ao's actions disrupted everything.

At this moment, Long Ao tilted his head back and swallowed the drop of golden heart.

His skin instantly cracked open, and golden light burst forth from the cracks in his flesh.

His crippled right arm was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye, the broken bones making a teeth-grinding cracking sound as they were forcibly reattached.

Golden energy, like flames, enveloped his entire body.

"court death."

Po Jun's fist did not stop for a moment. In his view, this was just a dying man's last burst of energy. He wanted to use this punch to completely crush these two arrogant brats.

The force of the punch arrived, bringing with it an aura of destruction.

Just then, the golden humanoid flame moved.

Long Ao raised his newly reconstructed right fist, and golden light condensed into a blurry dragon head phantom on the fist tip. He threw a punch to meet Po Jun's attack.

There are no superfluous techniques, only pure clash of forces.

boom!

The dull thud transformed into a tangible sonic wave, engulfing the entire abandoned industrial area.

The concrete ground beneath their feet cracked like a spiderweb, and countless pebbles were swept up by the air currents and pulverized into powder.

The cruel smile on Po Jun's face froze.

A tremendous force came from the fist, and his punch, powerful enough to collapse buildings, was actually blocked and even pushed back.

His tall body slid backward uncontrollably for three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

He steadied himself, his eyes beneath the metal mask filled with disbelief.

This power... is already approaching the seventh rank!

Even if a third-tier cultivator takes banned drugs, it's impossible for them to unleash this level of power instantly.

[Tears welling up, is Lao Long finally going to escape from the Nine Gates of Prison?]

I acknowledge you as the strongest!

The coffin has been upgraded, the dragon prison has been upgraded, shouldn't Prison An be next?

Is An Changqing still in jail?

The comments section disappointed Chen Guan, offering no valuable information.

However, the most urgent task now is to get rid of these people in front of us.

……

A kilometer away, on the top of a building.

Baihu maintained his spectator stance, but his gaze had changed.

Just as Long Ao swallowed the dragon blood marrow and golden light burst forth, something in the inner pocket of his suit suddenly became scalding hot.

He took it out.

It was a palm-sized, bright red token carved with a bird totem.

At this moment, the Vermilion Bird Token was radiating scorching heat, and the bird totem at the center of the token lit up, as if it were about to come to life, echoing the golden pillar of light soaring into the sky in the distance.

The white tiger's nonchalant expression vanished completely, replaced by a look of sudden realization.

He looked down at the trembling token in his hand, then gazed at the figure bathed in golden light in the distance.

"turn out to be……"

"It's you, Suzaku."

……

The center of the battlefield.

Long Ao's aura continued to rise, from the third rank to the fourth rank, then the fifth rank... Finally, it steadily stopped at the peak of the sixth rank, just one step away from stepping into the threshold of the seventh rank.

His body swelled up dramatically, his torn muscles bulged, and golden dragon energy swirled around him, exuding overwhelming power.

Po Jun refused to believe it and charged forward again.

He couldn't accept being forced back by a low-level kid, so he wrapped his arms with black and red demonic power, pushing his strength to its limit.

The two collided again.

The dull thuds of fists striking flesh were incessant as golden dragon energy clashed violently with black and red magic power. Each strike unleashed a gale that tore apart the surrounding steel pipes.

Long Ao completely transformed into a fighting beast, attacking indiscriminately, his ferocious fists even grazing Chen Guan's body and slamming into the ground, creating a large crater.

Chen Guan could only retreat continuously, avoiding the aftershocks of their battle.

Looking at the crazed Long Ao, he felt for the first time the helplessness of his plans going off track.

Sure enough, this is a spin-off of Long Ao.

In this situation, he dared not approach, for the raging flames would harm Long Ao.

"Something's wrong with him." Qi Sha's icy voice echoed in Po Jun's mind: "This power is eroding his sanity and life; he won't last much longer."

Po Jun forced Long Ao back with a single punch and also realized the problem.

Although Long Ao's attacks were fierce, they were completely chaotic and relied entirely on instinct. Moreover, the cracks on his body not only failed to heal but instead tore even wider, with golden blood constantly seeping out and being evaporated by the violent spiritual power.

He was burning his own life.

"Drag him down!"

Po Jun and Qi Sha instantly reached a consensus.

Po Jun stopped directly confronting Long Ao and instead used his extensive combat experience to engage in hit-and-run tactics, constantly wearing down Long Ao's stamina. Meanwhile, Qi Sha released mental interference from the sidelines, exacerbating Long Ao's mental breakdown.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Long Ao's movements began to sluggish.

The golden light on his body flickered erratically; his body had reached its limit, and the violent power of the dragon blood was backfiring on his internal organs.

puff.

Long Ao suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood, knelt on one knee, his fist braced against the cracked ground, and gasped for breath.

"it's over."

Po Jun seized the opportunity, his figure flashed, and he appeared behind Long Ao. With a hand chop carrying dense magical energy, he slashed towards the back of Long Ao's neck.

If this attack lands, Long Ao will undoubtedly die.

Chen Guan was ready to make his move, and the phantom of flames had already appeared.

Just now.

Long Ao's body suddenly stiffened, and a struggle of clarity flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to remember something, and with his last bit of strength, he turned his head to look in the direction of the coffin.

His body, like a balloon stretched to its limit, was bursting with golden light from every wound, about to explode completely out of control.

At that very instant, a gentle yet undeniably powerful voice pierced through the distance of space and resounded deep within Long Ao's chaotic mind.

"Do you want to live?"

Do you want to save him?

The voice paused, carrying an unparalleled allure.

"Then, accept my invitation and become one of us. I will grant your wish."