Chapter 953: With Flesh and Blood
"Oh..." Qi Xia nodded. "So what do you want to do about it?"
"You should know that injuries caused by 'Entering Dreams' directly affect the original body," Tianlong replied. "Even though you've obtained 'Endless Life,' your body is still that of a mortal. Killing you would only take me a moment."
"Would you kill me?" Qi Xia didn't believe Tianlong's claim at all. "If you do, the 'new world' you want to go to will just become an empty city. Even if it's filled with towering skyscrapers, vast jungles, and every mountain, river, lake, and sea from the real world, you'll never see a single living person. That's why you've been trying to sway me all along."
"It doesn't matter, White Sheep," Tianlong said. "There will always be a way. I can spend decades waiting for an 'Endless Life,' and I can spend another few decades waiting for 'All Living Things.' But I don't need unstable elements. Your murderous intent toward me is extremely strong. Since you keep refusing to cooperate, I can only make you sleep forever."
"Ha..." Qi Xia slowly grinned and walked over to the dining table in the room.
By now, the table had turned into a massive square of flesh, but a glass of water still sat quietly on top of it.
"Tianlong... why don't you drink the water?" Qi Xia asked.
Tianlong silently turned his flat face toward Qi Xia, as if wanting to say something but stopping.
"You can hardly even move the water in my dream... can you?" Qi Xia laughed. "Even with divine power, you'd need to put in some effort to drink this glass of water."
"So what?"
"And once you take a sip, that water will create an enormous gravitational pull inside your body. If an ordinary person entered my dream, a single drop of immovable water would be enough to punch through their body. But your body is enhanced—the water would only cause you immense pain, not kill you directly."
"You know all this," Tianlong said. "Yet you still pretended to pour a glass of water for me. Why do something superfluous?"
"It's not superfluous," Qi Xia replied. "Tianlong, this glass of water is here to make you back off when you see the difficulty."
"Oh?"
"You can't even drink the water in my dream, so you can't swallow my life either," Qi Xia said. "So just leave. Don't waste time."
After hearing this, Tianlong slowly stepped forward, and a mouth materialized out of thin air on his flat face.
"White Sheep..." the mouth opened slightly. "You might be confusing me with an ordinary person."
The next second, Tianlong waved his hand lightly, and the glass on the table shattered into pieces, spilling water all over the chunk of flesh.
*Thump!*
On the screen in the plaza downstairs, the word "Separation" was clearly visible.
"Normally, when you can hurt someone with a blade, that someone can also hurt you," Tianlong continued. "Now your inner world has no pure land left. It's infinitely close to chaotic territory, which means I can damage it without much effort. Earlier, I needed thirty percent of my strength to create a crack in the glass. But now?"
"But I haven't turned into flesh," Qi Xia said. "Even if you can destroy objects at will, how can you hurt me?"
"A mortal body is still a mortal body."
Tianlong snorted coldly, then reached out and clenched his hand. A huge stone spike instantly appeared in the ceiling above Qi Xia's head.
The next moment, the spike fell from extremely close range.
Tianlong thought Qi Xia was as good as dead, but Qi Xia moved his mind, and the flesh on the ceiling suddenly erupted into countless arms, tightly wrapping around the stone spike. Then they rapidly contracted inward, crushing the entire spike into fragments.
*Thump!!!*
"Endless Life" fully manifested.
Countless pieces of rubble rained down from above Qi Xia's head, and he started laughing maniacally.
"Tianlong... haven't you realized yet... only in this space are our strengths equal," Qi Xia said. "You can barely shake the body in my dream, and I can barely break your immortal body. That's how it should be."
"You..." Tianlong's voice gradually turned cold and stern. He realized Qi Xia wasn't lying.
In this space, both sides found it extremely difficult to inflict damage on each other's bodies, as if both had already obtained an immortal body.
What's more, both could create anything at will here. What Tianlong created was all solid objects, while what Qi Xia created was all flesh and blood. From this perspective, Tianlong felt more like a mortal wielding "immortal techniques" challenging the "true god" of this space.
"What a ridiculous trick, White Sheep..."
Tianlong snorted lightly, then stepped into the air and floated up, before crashing toward Qi Xia at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Qi Xia quickly stepped back a few paces. In front of him, chaotic bone needles burst through the ground from the flesh, growing wildly and stabbing toward Tianlong's figure.
Tianlong didn't dare to underestimate the "native creations" of this space. He could only dodge left and right to avoid the sudden bone needles, while Qi Xia also retreated rapidly with cautious eyes.
Although their strengths were equal in this space, Tianlong was still Tianlong—his experience in using his ability was extremely refined. In a magical duel under these circumstances, if his thoughts wavered even slightly or his conviction faltered even a little, he would remain trapped in this dream forever.
Tianlong's entire form began flying at high speed. He dodged a bone needle, planted both feet on the wall, twisted his waist like a hawk, and then shot toward Qi Xia like a bullet.
In a flash, Tianlong raised his empty right hand, clenched it into a fist, and swung it down violently. Seeing this, Qi Xia's expression turned grim. He quickly raised his own right hand, grabbed a fistful of air, and forcefully blocked upward.
*Thump!*
The sound of blade meeting flesh exploded abruptly, and the air around them rippled with the impact.
When everything stilled, Tianlong was holding a crude iron sword made of metal, while Qi Xia held a sword of bone and flesh.
Though shaped like a sword, the bone-flesh sword had twisted facial features—a pair of eyes on the hilt and teeth lining the blade. Its features were all moving, clearly a bizarre living creature. Its spine had collided with Tianlong's sword, and now blood splattered everywhere, its expression twisted in pain.
"What a terrifying way to fight, White Sheep..." The only mouth left on Tianlong's face slowly stretched into a grin. "Look at yourself now. Why do you think that after becoming a 'god,' you'll be more righteous than me?"
Qi Xia knew this was all a tactic to shake his conviction. He stopped talking and simply waved his hand. The flesh around Tianlong began to surge again, wrapping toward him.
Tianlong immediately unleashed an extremely powerful palm wind, sending both himself and Qi Xia flying back several meters. The surging flesh in the room also missed its target.
"I'm really curious." Tianlong let go, and the iron sword in his hand shattered into pieces. Then he spoke, "The situation right now is a bit too bizarre."
"How so?" Qi Xia asked.