The metal door of the room was slammed open, crashing violently against the wall. Faiye and Lei Ba rushed inside with weapons half-drawn and expressions filled with intense tension. They had both panicked after hearing a thunderous explosion of energy, followed by Fang Zhe's furious curses echoing all the way outside the room. "Young Master! Is there an intruder?!" Lei Ba shouted, his eyes scanning the room wildly, searching for any enemy that might be hiding in the darkness. However, there was no one there. There was only Fang Zhe, standing in the center of the room, his black robe still fluttering gently from the residual shockwave. The veins on his temples bulged, and his eyes flickered with a deep, burning irritation. It was true that the aura radiating from Fang Zhe's body was now far stronger and denser, signifying that he had officially stepped into the three-star Spirit Gathering realm... Yet, his expression looked exactly like someone who had just been robbed blind. Faiy

Still cursing at his system, Fang Zhe’s eyes widened once more as he read the three blinking, crimson words glowing on the system screen. "Borrow in case of emergency?!" Fang Zhe snorted in a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Are you a cultivation system or some mortal illegal online loan app? Why do you even have a debt feature?!" However, the system offered no further response and completely dimmed, leaving Fang Zhe in the dead silence of the night. He ultimately chose to close his eyes, focusing his entire consciousness on stabilizing the golden Qi vortex inside his Dantian until the break of dawn. The next morning, the atmosphere in the deepest sector of the Dragon Prison felt far denser and more ominous than usual. The sun had only risen to the height of a spear, yet inside the Arena of Life and Death—a vast circular area fenced by massive, rusted iron bars—hundreds of high-profile convicts had already packed the place. Everyone from cold-blooded killers and fugitive rogue cu

Fang Zhe did not immediately reply to the taunt. He merely lowered his right arm, which was still slightly smoking, and slowly flexed his fingers to shake off the numbness.'Godly Eyes,' Fang Zhe intoned within his heart.Instantly, Fang Zhe’s pupils contracted. An extremely faint, invisible golden light spun within his eyes. In Fang Zhe’s current vision, the world around him abruptly slowed down, and Han Ling’s form transformed into transparent strands of flowing Qi energy.'It's finally useful,' he thought to himself.Within Han Ling’s body, Fang Zhe could now see with absolute clarity the presence of five silver vortexes spinning at high speed within his Dantian region. Each vortex emitted dense flashes of lightning, interconnecting with one another to form a rock-solid foundation.'Peak Five-star Spirit Gatherer... and his foundation is on the verge of touching the next realm,' Fang Zhe analyzed meticulously.A two-star difference in sub-realms. In the cultivation world, a gap of

Watching Fang Zhe’s five afterimages rushing toward him, Han Ling’s panic unexpectedly faded, replaced by a sneering smile that spread across his face. 'Fool! Do you think a cheap illusion trick like this can deceive me?' Han Ling thought disdainfully. As the number one genius of the Dragon Prison, Han Ling had faced shadow techniques thousands of times. In his mind, it was utterly impossible for a three-star cultivator like Fang Zhe to create five real physical clones simultaneously. Surely, four of them were mere phantom illusions, and only one was the real body. With overinflated confidence, Han Ling decided to stand rooted to the spot, honoring the "challenge" he had just thrown out. He even deactivated most of the Qi protection on his chest, intending to let the "illusionary" attacks strike his body, and then use a close-range lightning shockwave to obliterate the real Fang Zhe the moment he revealed himself. "Heh... come at me! Show me how this illusion collapses the moment

"An interesting method... however, you've crossed the wrong opponent." The words that drifted from the mouths of the five copies of Fang Zhe were incredibly calm, flat, and cold—a stark contrast to the frenzied atmosphere Han Ling had whipped up. Amidst the violently swelling storm of energy that threatened to incinerate everything in its path, Fang Zhe's tranquility felt infinitely more terrifying. BOOM! BOOM! Han Ling’s body had reached its absolute breaking point. His skin began to crack, leaking a blinding purple light as his Dantian prepared to detonate. "Too late! Perish with m—" ZUT! Before the final word could escape his throat, the world around Han Ling seemed to grind to a halt. Time slowed down to an extreme crawl. Without a single trace of movement, the five figures of Fang Zhe suddenly vanished from where they stood. They left no afterimages, nor did they trigger even a ripple in the air. Their speed had utterly transcended the limits of the naked eye. SRAAAKKK!