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Chapter 184 - Chapter 184: A Roadside Weed!

"Qiangu Zhangting," Fang Yang's voice cut through the tension—calm, icy.

"Are you threatening me?"

Qiangu Zhangting sneered, soul power surging:

"Threat? I merely state facts."

"No one in the Heavenly Spirit Pagoda defies my will."

Then—a lazy, mocking voice echoed:

"Oh? Since when did you grow so mighty, Qiangu Zhangting?"

A silver spatial rift shimmered open—Qian Zhenzang strolled out, smirk playing on his lips.

"Qian Zhenzang—this doesn't concern you!"

Qiangu Zhangting's face darkened, rage barely contained.

Qian Zhenzang sauntered to Fang Yang, clapping his shoulder:

"Bullying my brother? That's spitting in my face."

"You—!" Qiangu Zhangting trembled, breath ragged. 

He knew Qian Zhenzang's status rivaled his own—and the Qian Clan's power now dwarfed even the Qiangu Clan: Qian Patriarch, Liu Yang, Su Tao, Deputy Tower Master Han Tianyi—Four Limit Douluos.

Even the Qiangu Clan dared not cross them.

"Qian Zhenzang—grant me this favor. Stay out of this," Qiangu Zhangting ground out, teeth clenched.

"You—a worthless weed?" Qian Zhenzang laughed scornfully. "You think you deserve my 'favor'?"

"QIAN ZHENZANG!" Qiangu Zhangting roared, soul power erupting.

Then—Fang Yang spoke softly:

"Mongrel—you call Gu Yue yours?" 

Before anyone could react—he pulled Gu Yue close—and kissed her. 

"Mm…" Gu Yue gasped, stunned—then melted into him, lashes fluttering, cheeks blooming crimson. 

They forgot the world—lost in each other. 

"YOU!" Qiangu Zhangting howled, eyes bloodshot.

His goddess—defiled before his eyes! 

Qian Zhenzang burst into laughter, applauding:

"Bravo, brother! Direct as ever!" 

When they finally parted, Gu Yue leaned against Fang Yang, breathless, eyes hazy with desire. 

Fang Yang tasted her lingering sweetness on his lips, then whispered: "Wait with Xiaoyan. I'll handle this." 

"Mm," Gu Yue nodded, dragging a blushing Xu Xiaoyan aside. 

Xu Xiaoyan glanced at Fang Yang—envious, flustered.

Gu Yue murmured something in her ear—making her cheeks burn brighter. 

Qiangu Zhangting watched, jealousy devouring his sanity. 

Fang Yang turned to Qian Zhenzang: "Brother Qian—thanks. Leave the rest to me." 

"Ha! Go wild!" Qian Zhenzang waved him off, leaning back to enjoy the show.

His grandfather's orders were clear: befriend Fang Yang at all costs.

His martial soul—the Destiny Coin—had shown him why:

Peering into Fang Yang's fate had triggered a death warning, which was unprecedented—even for Limit Douluos!

This boy's destiny was no ordinary path. 

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"So—you're Qiangu Zhangting?"

Fang Yang's voice dripped with disdain. 

"YOU SEEK DEATH!"

Qiangu Zhangting exploded—six rings blazing:

Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black! 

Pressure crushed the hall—onlookers gasped for air. 

"Is this all you've got?"

Fang Yang released his aura—a primordial mountain crushing reality.

Qiangu Zhangting choked—soul power faltering under the weight.

Flash!

Qiangu Zhangting summoned his martial soul—the Coiling Dragon Staff, its dragon runes writhing, battle intent roaring. 

"Nine Unyielding Staff Forms—First: Battle Heaven and Earth!"

He swung—the staff cleaving toward Fang Yang's skull, dragon roars shaking the tower. 

Fang Yang didn't flinch—right hand rising:

"Devour." 

The Black Flame erupted—a vortex swallowing the staff's fury whole. 

"WHAT?!" Qiangu Zhangting gaped, disbelief shattering his composure.

His ancestral martial soul and technique—shattered like straw?! 

"This is your best?" Fang Yang murmured—deadlier than any taunt. 

Rage consumed Qiangu Zhangting—sixth ring blazing:

"Sixth Soul Skill: Dragon Soul Skybreaker!" 

A draconic phantom erupted—claws rending space, fangs dripping annihilation.

"Still too weak," Fang Yang sighed. 

Black Flame surged—engulfing the dragon.

It screamed—dissolving from head to tail. 

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Qiangu Zhangting collapsed to his knees. 

"Soul Devour."

Fang Yang flicked his wrist. 

"AAAAH!" Qiangu Zhangting howled—black fire igniting in his soul.

He felt an agony beyond just mere flesh—mind and will burning. 

Then—a casual wave of Fang Yang's sleeve. 

Qiangu Zhangting flew backward—crashing into the tower wall. 

Blood sprayed—he crumpled, broken, unable to rise.

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