Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

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"At the fourth-rank martial arts realm, what kind of martial arts essence have you comprehended?!"

Joan of Arc was so oppressed that her body twisted and contorted, and her black, mud-like body began to fade.

His fierce and menacing aura was gradually dissipating.

If we continue to be suppressed like this, we will surely be defeated today!

Joan of Arc ignored all that and kept making hand gestures.

The clone of Emperor Yuanjing merged with the main body with a thunderous roar, and his aura surged once again!

[Damn it! If the martial arts clone hadn't been damaged, the Three Pure Ones would have merged into one!]

[Below the highest rank, who can rival me!]

Joan of Arc roared fiercely, her voice surging with anger and resentment:

"Luo Chen! I have treated you well!"

"If it weren't for my approval, how could your divine rice have been so widely cultivated and spread throughout the Great Feng territory?"

"If I hadn't tacitly approved it, how could you have gone unimpeded in establishing your private school, having squandered your entire fortune?"

His tone suddenly turned sharp, each word like a knife:

"To put it mildly, you may seem to care about the common people... but to put it bluntly, you are essentially raising assassins and plotting a rebellion!"

"But I have seen all of these things, yet I have never investigated them, and have granted their requests one by one!"

Joan of Arc was unwilling to be enemies with Luo Chen, so what did it matter if he became a king of a different surname?

Even if the territory of the Great Feng is divided in two, with the two of them each ruling the north and south respectively, what's wrong with that?

Of the thirteen states of the Great Feng Dynasty, all he sought was one or two states, enough for the Witch God Cult to find refuge and become a vassal state.

Thinking of this.

He suppressed his anger, his voice becoming deep and resolute, carrying a final probing and coercion:

"Though you are strong, I am not necessarily afraid of you!"

"But if we truly fight to the death, the three million people of this imperial city will surely be reduced to dust, leaving no place for them to be buried!"

"How about we make a deal? We'll divide the country, one in the north and one in the south, each ruling our own territory. What do you say?"

At this moment, Luo Chen had already activated his golden enlightenment ability, and his mind had entered a state of perfect stillness, separating the inner and outer realms.

Joan of Arc's words of seduction, as well as her blatant threats.

Upon hearing this, Luo Chen remained unmoved, like an ancient well that had stood still for a thousand years, without the slightest ripple.

"What gave you the illusion that you have a trump card you're not afraid of?"

He spoke slowly, his tone full of indifference and disdain:

"Didn't you want to know what my fourth-grade martial arts realm is?"

"Take a punch from me, and you'll understand."

Luo Chen strode out and delivered a simple, unadorned punch.

Upon seeing this punch, Joan of Arc's pupils suddenly dilated and constricted dramatically, and her blood seemed to freeze instantly.

Not a single thought of resistance arose in my mind; only extreme trembling and fear remained.

But the instinct to survive ultimately prevailed over everything.

With his last ounce of strength, he strained to scream, his voice ripped apart, filled with the despair of impending death:

"What are you waiting for?!"

"Hurry and help!!"

"As long as I can live forever, you may take whatever you want from the entire Great Feng Dynasty!"

In that instant, Joan of Arc finally touched Luo Chen's martial arts will.

It is by no means a mere manifestation of martial will on the surface of the sky, but rather the true meaning hidden at its core, reaching the very source—

Invincible for eternity, yet subject to the cycle of destiny.

This wasn't some complicated supernatural power; it was just an extremely simple punch, yet it was all too pure.

The force of the punch had not yet arrived.

Joan of Arc's soul seemed to have been forcibly detached from her body, traversing countless ages and breaking through the vast river of time.

He witnessed firsthand his countless life-and-death battles with Luo Chen.

Each time, they were ruthlessly crushed.

There was no chance of survival under the blows; even struggling was futile.

This was no ordinary battle; it was a battle of utter despair.

Joan of Arc finally understood what Luo Chen meant.

With that punch, he lost not just the outcome of the current match.

Rather, it is an endless cycle of reincarnation spanning countless ages, a predetermined fate from which there is no chance of recovery.

"Why?!"

"I'm jealous of you!"