I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

Wang Yang!

That's right!

The giant that appears before Chen Yi, resembling the Barbarian King, has a string of heads hanging in front of and behind him, unmistakably topped with the likeness of "Wang Yang".

However, compared to the University Scholar of Kyoto Academy, he now lacks any trace of elegance, only madness and bloodlust remain.

Moreover, in those crimson eyes, aside from madness, there's vaguely an "eagle" mark, flickering intermittently.

"He, is he Wang Yang? The University Scholar of Kyoto Academy?"

On the crimson steps, Wen Renying looks at the tall giant that suddenly appeared, unable to associate him with a scholar at all.

"If the gentlemen of the academy saw him looking like this, they would probably be angry enough to come and slay him, wouldn't they?"

"But how did he become like this?"

Chen Yi ignores her questions, feeling the not-so-strong power of divine will around him—Divine Power Taotie—and his eyes grow colder.

Initially, he was unclear about the plot of "Extreme Pure Heaven" in the Heavenly Prison, but after witnessing Wang Yang's transformation, the purpose has become unmistakably clear.

—Let Wang Yang practice "Divine Power Taotie", then devour the Evil Demons and demons within the Heavenly Prison, thus turning into a powerful entity in the Divine Power Realm!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chen Yi would never have thought that "Extreme Pure Heaven" would transform a Scholar from Confucian into this!

"Cannon fodder?"

Chen Yi looks at the increasingly intimidating Wang Yang, silently shaking his head.

"At least he died for a cause!"

Wang Yang glares fiercely at the three people, roaring: "Roar—Who are you?!"

He seems to have some remnants of his mind left, but his head, swollen many times its size, is now iron blue in color.

His face is covered in bulging green veins that burst through the skin, his nose torn into three parts, with upturned flesh ridges making his face look hideously terrifying.

This image has long lost its previous matchless gentlemanly appearance.

"Hmm, still some rationality left?"

Chen Yi speaks coldly, casually waving his longsword, as strands of Slaughter Sword Intent quietly emerge in this dungeon.

Silver white long swords form, shining brightly, exuding a sharp might.

As they envelope Wang Yang, the dozens of stitched heads on him strangely react.

Like waking up suddenly, one by one, the heads open their eyes, and whether human, Evil Demons, or demons, the eyes on the heads all show a pair of crimson pupils, staring hard at Chen Yi.

"Sword Intent, Sword Intent! Are you Chen Yi?!"

"Roar—not right! You're not Chen Yi! Your sword, the sword—it's his Sword Intent!"

The dozens of pupils on Wang Yang reflect the surrounding silver white Sword Intent, his expression becomes more excited, and he opens dozens of mouths to roar repeatedly.

For a moment, the entire underground prison echoes with his enigmatic roaring.

One part madness, two parts bloodlust, three parts despair, and four parts hatred!

"It's you! It's definitely you!"

"Even if you change your appearance, even if you turn to ashes, I, I can still recognize you!"

"Hehehe hahahaha… You came here!"

"Kill you! Kill you!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

As his roar becomes deafening, Wang Yang's pupils hold only Chen Yi's form, no other.

Ignoring the surrounding Slaughter Sword Intent, he steps forward, and punches with a fist.

The savage crimson Evil Qi feels tangible, rushing forward with a pungent bloody smell, like stagnant blood that has long soured.

Facing this punch, Chen Yi remains unmoving, his mind sinking into the palace between his brows, seated on the throne.

Between his mind's two hands, silver white and dark green divine will intertwine like two shining gemstones, reflecting his visage more majestically.

"Slash!"

The mind gently speaks, the voice like a bell ringing throughout the palace clusters, startling the White Tiger Divine Intent dancing on the three stars to pause its movement and open its blood-red mouth:

"Roar—"

Tiger's roar emanates from Chen Yi's body, raising his hand with a sword strike.

Clang!!

The longsword collides with the fist, producing a sound like clashing gold and iron!

With the sound, the Slaughter Sword Intent on the longsword suddenly erupts, directly severing the Taotie Divine Intent attached to Wang Yang's fist into two halves.

Then, that divine will is shredded by the emerging silver white swords surrounding it.

"Die!"

Wang Yang, heedless, punches out again.

"Die!"

"Die!!"

The enormous body punches repeatedly, but Chen Yi casually mounts one sword after another to repel him.

The crimson Taotie Divine Intent gradually dissipates under the Slaughter Sword Intent's onslaught.

"Why won't you die?!"

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!!"

Compared to Wang Yang's madness at the moment, Chen Yi appears elegant and unhurried.

Though still wearing the "Deceiving Mask", under the assault of the chilling crimson divine intent, he remains upright, his body unmoved.

With the swing of his longsword, the surrounding divine will of Slaughter Sword Intent vanishes.

"Such a weak Divine Power Realm, truly surprises this marquis."

"Roar!! Die!"

"Kill you!"

Apparently enraged by Chen Yi's words, Wang Yang howls upwards, and the heads hanging on him swell to a larger size under divine will.

Then, the head of the Great Demon on his chest suddenly lunges forward, opening its blood-red mouth revealing two rows of sharp fangs, attacking Chen Yi.

When the head lunges forward, a blood vessel, as red as flowing blood, can be seen connecting it and Wang Yang, strangely ominous.