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Chapter 1282 - 1276 This Method is Not Advisable

Chapter 1282: Chapter 1276 This Method is Not Advisable

"Good, very good! Li Changlin, since you’re determined to die, this young master will grant your wish today!"

Cheng Hui sneered repeatedly, his gaze fixed on Li Changlin as he spoke in a dark tone, "This day next year will be your death anniversary!"

"Enough with the nonsense. If you’re going to act, hurry up!" Li Changlin snorted coldly. Then, turning to the spectators, he shouted:

"Everyone step back, be careful not to get caught in the crossfire."

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately stirred, and many people hurriedly retreated backward.

At this moment, Cheng Hui spat out a mouthful of vital blood to activate the Zhen Tian Tower.

Instantly, the tower radiated dazzling brilliance, threads of spiritual energy flowed into Cheng Hui’s body, and his power soared rapidly.

Twice as much, three times as much...

In mere moments, Cheng Hui’s power increased sixfold, reaching the Power of Twelve Dragons.

With his cultivation at the Late Stage of Virtual Energy, his base strength was already twenty thousand pounds. Now, with the sixfold enhancement, his strength surged to a staggering one hundred twenty thousand pounds, enough to terrify ordinary people.

However, the Zhen Tian Tower’s amplification did not stop there.

Soon, Cheng Hui’s strength grew to fourteen thousand pounds—sevenfold.

Finally, a colossal dragon-shaped phantom began to coalesce above Cheng Hui’s head. Upon a closer count, there were actually fifteen giant dragons.

Only then did everyone realize that this Zhen Tian Tower had amplified Cheng Hui’s power by 7.5 times.

Seeing this, Ye Xiyao couldn’t suppress her worry.

"Li Changlin, now you understand fear, don’t you?" Cheng Hui laughed heartily, his sense of dominance swelling up from the depths of his heart.

"I didn’t expect you to gain recognition from the Divine Artifact; that genuinely surprises me." Yet, Li Changlin did not react as Cheng Hui had anticipated. His expression was incredibly calm. Facing Cheng Hui, Li Changlin maintained a composure that could make others feel incensed, and said in an extraordinarily indifferent tone, "The Power of Fifteen Dragons? Not bad. Even the strongest of top-tier Inch Strength practitioners can only cultivate to the strength of fifteen dragons. By this measure, you truly have something to be proud of."

"Haha, I didn’t expect you, Li Changlin, to think so highly of me too. In that case, kneel before me! If you obediently hand over the Holy Fruit and Grass Revival Pill, I might spare your life!"

Cheng Hui laughed arrogantly. If it hadn’t been for Li Changlin’s abrupt rise, he wouldn’t have risked fusing with the Divine Artifact.

But against all odds, he actually succeeded, becoming the only successor of the Cheng Family in thousands of years—aside from the family’s founding ancestor—to merge with a Divine Artifact.

In this moment, Cheng Hui was bursting with pride, his gaze mocking as he looked at Li Changlin, his satisfaction reaching its peak.

"Haha, the Power of Fifteen Dragons is enough to make me bow? Cheng Hui, aren’t you being overly conceited!" Li Changlin chuckled roguishly, his voice deep as he declared, "Even if you’ve fused with the Divine Artifact, it ultimately amounts to nothing. This Zhen Tian Tower is merely a wedding dress for someone else!"

"Seeking death!"

Li Changlin’s words provoked Cheng Hui’s true anger.

In an instant, Cheng Hui raised his arm, and the Zhen Tian Tower erupted in golden light as it slammed toward Li Changlin.

Whoosh—the moment the Zhen Tian Tower hurled out, Cheng Hui himself charged forward, fierce like a tiger descending a mountain, aiming for Li Changlin.

At this time, there were now sixteen colossal dragon phantoms above his head. The Zhen Tian Tower’s next attack had yet again boosted his strength by the Power of One Dragon.

This sight made the crowd break into cold sweats.

Even the two Half-step Inch Strength practitioners of the Cheng Family had a rare gleam of astonishment in their eyes.

"Li Changlin is doomed!"

"Ha, Li Changlin may be a genius, but he’s ultimately no match for our Cheng Family’s Kirin Child!"

"This time, Li Changlin is bound to be taught a lesson!"

"Though killing him isn’t allowed, all his Holy Fruit and Grass Revival Pills will be confiscated!"

The two spoke in low tones, acting as though Cheng Hui’s victory was already assured.

Indeed, the prevailing situation seemed to support their claim. If Li Changlin hadn’t fused with the Li Family’s Qiankun Ding, he would absolutely face suppression.

Although Li Changlin was undeniably formidable—reaching the Power of Twelve Dragons at just under twenty-four years old—it ultimately meant little.

Without advancing his realm, even if he augmented his strength with Holy Fruit and Grass Revival Pills, he couldn’t escape being suppressed in the end.

The Cheng Family’s two Half-step Inch Strength experts weren’t at all worried that Cheng Hui might fail.

Earlier, even the Upper Realm’s Messenger had tested Li Changlin. While Li Changlin managed to triumph over an Inch Strength expert, he undeniably lacked foundational depth.

Echoing the thoughts of the Half-step Inch Strength experts, many in the crowd underestimated Li Changlin. Some younger heirs of minor families, who bore no goodwill toward him, even secretly hoped he’d be exterminated by Cheng Hui.

When the Shanghai Xiang Family was wiped out, many people knew Li Changlin played a pivotal role.

Some had even witnessed Li Changlin’s clansmen fighting alongside special department members, capturing numerous Xiang Family elite fighters.

For these two lesser families, vassals of the Xiang Family, they had also seen some of their skilled members captured.

"Insignificant as a grain of rice!"

Under everyone’s gaze, Li Changlin’s eyes suddenly narrowed coldly. In a flash, he stepped forward.

Eight Steps Chasing Cicadas!

Li Changlin’s figure spread open, and at once, a phantom of fifteen dragons began swirling above his head. He raised his hand, bent a finger, and extended it toward the Zhen Tian Tower.

"Courting death!" Cheng Hui’s eyes emitted a sharp gleam as he threw a punch at Li Changlin’s arm.

Li Changlin raised his left hand, releasing a surge of force.

Nine Yang Finger!

Swoosh!

A torrent of immense energy roared and shot toward Cheng Hui’s fist.

Cheng Hui sensed the danger and quickly dodged.

At this moment, Li Changlin’s large hand reached out and instantly seized the Zhen Tian Tower.

This tower, though a Divine Artifact, was devoid of its Artifact Spirit and completely lacked sentience.

The reason Cheng Hui could gain strength from it was simply by sacrificing his own vital blood in exchange for its power—an unsustainable method.

"Damn it!"

Cheng Hui was both shocked and enraged as he rapidly threw a punch.

Li Changlin sneered coldly, flipping his hand, and with Ling’er’s help, stored the Zhen Tian Tower into the System’s Storage Box. Cheng Hui abruptly lost his connection with the Zhen Tian Tower.

"Impossible!"

Cheng Hui was terrified. Without the Zhen Tian Tower’s amplification, his power began fading rapidly.

At this moment, Li Changlin had already struck out with his palm, meeting Cheng Hui’s fist.

BANG!

In an instant, fist and palm collided with explosive force, generating an earth-shattering sound.

"Ahhhhh!"

Suddenly, Cheng Hui let out a pained scream as his body was sent flying backward.

Thud! He landed heavily on the ground, letting out cries of agony and regret.

"Cheng Hui!"

"Hui’er!"

The two Cheng Family elders, both shocked and enraged, ran over to check Cheng Hui’s injuries.