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Chapter 607 - 187: Burning · Oct 29, 2026

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601 Chapter 601 - 182: Gu Xingrong 2026-10-29
602 Chapter 602 - 183: The Cause of the Apocalypse 2026-10-29
603 Chapter 603 - 184: Hated People 2026-10-29
604 Chapter 604 - 184: The Person I Hate Most (Part 2) 2026-10-29
605 Chapter 605 - 185: Persuasion to Surrender 2026-10-29
606 Chapter 606 - 186: Buddha Nature 2026-10-29
607 Chapter 607 - 187: Burning 2026-10-29
608 Chapter 608 - 188: Soul Ring 2026-10-29
609 Chapter 609 - 189: Deserter 2026-10-29
610 Chapter 610 - 190: A Small Matter 2026-10-29
611 Chapter 611 - 191: Transcendence 2026-10-29
612 Chapter 612 - 192: The Doorway 2026-10-29
613 Chapter 613 - 193: Born for Freedom 2026-10-29
614 Chapter 614 - 194: The Cloaked Skeleton 2026-10-29
615 Chapter 615 - 195: Revenge 2026-10-29
616 Chapter 616 - 196: No Retreat 2026-10-29
617 Chapter 617 - 197: Planter 2026-10-29
618 Chapter 618 - 198: New Type of Potato 2026-10-29
619 Chapter 619 - 199: Fourth Advancement 2026-10-29
620 Chapter 620 - 200: W100 2026-10-29
621 Chapter 621 - 201: Stitched Corpses 2026-10-29
622 Chapter 622 - 202: Thousand Demons Destruction Technique 2026-10-29
623 Chapter 623 - 203: On the Brink of Outbreak 2026-10-29
624 Chapter 624 - 204: Bloody Struggle 2026-10-29
625 Chapter 625 - 205: Curse 2026-10-29
626 Chapter 626 - 206: Decaying Mortal Breaking Swordmaster 2026-10-29
627 Chapter 627 - 207: Dissolution 2026-10-29
628 Chapter 628 - 208: Escaping Across the Sea 2026-10-29
629 Chapter 629 - 209: Skimming the Edge of the Abyss 2026-10-29
630 Chapter 630 - 210: Death Realm 2026-10-29
631 Chapter 631 - 211: The Extraordinary Era 2026-10-29
632 Chapter 632 - 212: War 2026-10-29
633 Chapter 633 - 213: Chains and Dusk 2026-10-29
634 Chapter 634 - 214: Steel Spike 2026-10-29
635 Chapter 635 - 215: Crippled Battle! 2026-10-29
636 Chapter 636 - 216: Despair… 2026-10-29
637 Chapter 637 - 217: The One Who Returned 2026-10-29
638 Chapter 638 - 218: Invincible? 2026-10-29
639 Chapter 639 - 219: Deep Blood Healing Ritual 2026-10-29
640 Chapter 640 - 220: The Gamble 2026-10-29
641 Chapter 641 - 221: Collapsing Doomsday 2026-10-29
642 Chapter 642 - 222: The Ninth Dimension 2026-10-29
643 Chapter 643 - 223: Farewell 2026-10-29
644 Chapter 644 - 1: A Heavy World 2026-10-29
645 Chapter 645 - 2: Council Hall 2026-10-29
646 Chapter 646 - 3: The Key 2026-10-29
647 Chapter 647 - 4: Lover? 2026-10-29
648 Chapter 648 - 5: An Ordinary Yet Superior World 2026-10-29
649 Chapter 649 - 6: The Heavily Guarded Imperial Tower 2026-10-29
650 Chapter 650 - 7: Heretic? 2026-10-29

Su Changxing recalled the appearance of Monk Weihuo in his mind. When he first met him, he felt that his Buddha nature was very high—it was a compassionate Buddha nature.

This Buddha nature should also be the orthodox tradition of the Buddhist family.

”How can you surpass that!”

Su Changxing’s lips curled slightly, and he launched another punch at the priest. The skin on his arm glowed with a brilliant golden light, so dazzling it was almost blinding.

He could steal many things—not just abilities, but also movements, expressions, behavior patterns, and even Buddha nature.

He didn’t understand what Buddha nature was, but he could still imitate it by following a pattern, capturing a similar state of mind.

The card with the image of Monk Weihuo shattered in his hand, not to use Monk Weihuo’s ability, but to replicate his Buddha nature.

The two collided once more, but this time Su Changxing remained immobile, while cracks appeared on the priest’s arm.

”Impossible!”

He widened his eyes, spat out fresh blood, and fell to the ground with a thud.

It was only then he noticed that his fist had caved in, bones shattering inch by inch as a terrifying hidden force penetrated his entire body.

In contrast, Su Changxing remained completely unscathed.

”How’s my Buddha nature? Is it much stronger than yours? Sorry, I exerted too much force and injured you.”

Su Changxing smiled apologetically, the golden glow on his skin dimming but not disappearing, hiding within his flesh and blood.

Having replicated Monk Weihuo’s Buddha nature, his Vajra Body far surpassed that of the priest, and with concentration, he directly shattered him.

In the previous clashes, he hadn’t used ”concentration” because such exertion was too much for his arms to withstand.

The priest, knowing he was no match, tapped his cane on the ground three times. His body swelled again, his skin turning blood red, his two arms becoming six, with a ferocious visage, baring fangs.

”You forced me to this, Vajra’s Angry Gaze, only killing, not saving!”

His eyes were blood-red, exuding an aura of terror, like a living Moto.

Su Changxing sensed the aura of the Blood Moon, filled with a bewildering taste.

The priest charged at him, causing the ground to quake, with the surrounding ruins collapsing.

Boom—

With a gunshot, the left half of the priest’s upper body exploded, shattering into countless pieces, and three massive arms fell to the ground.

He didn’t stop. His speed accelerated again, wielding the cane in one hand and swinging at Su Changxing, his injuries seeming to have no effect on him.

Another shot shattered his other three arms, the immense impact bringing him to a halt.

The priest knelt on the ground, roaring in rage, seemingly both resentful and furious.

A few seconds later, he collapsed entirely, without a sound. That was his final desperate struggle.

Though the man was dead, he remained in that demonic form, or perhaps that was his true form, and everything else was a disguise.

The Doomsday Cultists who had been around earlier were either torn apart by Evil Spirits or had fled.

”Priest?”

Su Changxing walked over, picked up the black mask, and examined it carefully. The patterns on it were intricate, with some kind of energy flowing through the lines.

[Sacrificial Mask: Rank C Crown, Lower Rank, with the ability to communicate hidden secrets. Wearing it enables continuous enhancement of physical strength through Blood Energy to the limit.

This is a mask possessed only by the priests of the Doomsday Cult, and it is also a symbol of authority. Wearing this mask signifies one as a priest of the Doomsday Cult.]

”So this means anyone can become a Doomsday Cult priest, and a Doomsday Cult priest can be anyone.”

Su Changxing pondered over the mask for a moment, then casually tossed it into the gap in the ruins, turning to walk away, his figure disappearing into the black mist.

After a while.

A Doomsday Cultist wearing a similar black mask arrived, looking around and finding no one else. Noticing the sacrificial mask amidst the ruins, she bent down to pick it up.

”I told you, you were courting death, but you didn’t believe it. Mortals challenging the brilliance of the sun and moon—ridiculous!”

She removed her mask, revealing a pretty face, though her lips were somewhat pale.

”Everyone knows you were killed by Su Changxing, so it’s only natural that I become the priest. I’m sorry, I deceived you.”

The woman curled her lips into a cold smile, like a snake flicking its tongue, lurking in the dark, its fangs dripping with poison.

She had promised the priest to attack from behind during their battle but, moments ago, had not acted and instead watched quietly from afar.

Then, she donned the sacrificial mask and ran toward the dense buildings, as escaping from this side was the only way out. Outside were all soldiers, and inside, the sheriff led people blocking the way.

She might collide with Su Changxing this way, but with a bit of luck, she might escape.

She was a lucky person, always had been.

As more people died, more Evil Spirits emerged—a cyclical process of mutual destruction.

Not long after, Qian Runwei brought a large group to clean up, conducting a simple purge. Those caught in this area suspected of being Doomsday Cultists were dragged out and executed.

Many people died, more than imagined were hiding here.

Some might not have actually been Doomsday Cultists.

But, does that even matter?

Just being here means they are connected to the Doomsday Cult, so there’s no problem... Su Changxing told himself this, silently observing his surroundings, no longer intervening directly.

Having killed so many, his hands unknowingly felt heavy, and eventually, they grew numb.

He didn’t want to become numb.

This operation was necessary, to demonstrate the determination of Team 17, to intimidate the Doomsday Cult, a warning to others.

Humans are complex, seeking freedom yet unable to truly be free, and the human heart is the same.

On this day, many people died in He Kou County, perhaps a thousand, maybe two thousand—no one knew exactly how many.

Piles of people were dragged out and shot, a scene that instilled fear in countless others, causing some to collapse in fright, sitting on the ground until dragged back at night.

The ditches on the ground ran with blood, burning corpses spewing black smoke, making the air especially suffocating.

Su Changxing stood on a high building, watching the black smoke below, silent for a long time, the events unfolding beyond his original expectations.

It was like a vine in the ground, pulling out one section revealed another, making one want to pull more, and the more one pulled, the more there was.

After Team 17’s entry into He Kou County, they eradicated the overt Doomsday Cultists, logically taking over the entire county.

Many were linked to the Doomsday Cult, leaving no choice but to kill some, punish some, and release some.

Gu Xingrong and others stood aside, not daring to make a sound, cautiously watching, fearing to catch the bad luck.

Xu Wenfeng looked pained, taking a deep breath and saying, ”Leader, aren’t these methods too severe, especially when many people are already dead in this doomsday?”

He couldn’t understand why so many had to die; some seemed unnecessarily so, with understandable reasons.

Su Changxing shook his head: ”The Doomsday Cult is a poison node, connected to the next wave of doomsday.”

”...” Xu Wenfeng bowed his head and said no more.

Su Changxing asked Gu Xingrong, ”Where are your supervisors, they shouldn’t have any more trouble from the Doomsday Cult now, right?”

Gu Xingrong showed hesitation: ”Well... I haven’t been able to contact the supervisors for now, but there should be news soon. Perhaps something delayed them.”

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