activa-t Chapter 90 Slaying Huang Zhan
Chapter 90 Slaying Huang Zhan
Chapter 91 Slaying Huang Zhan
October 8th.
Feilong Mountain stood silently in a vast, misty rain.
A swift figure sped through the mountains.
Song Shen walked on the waves, and in the blink of an eye, a deep pool appeared before him.
Feilongtan is not vast, but its bottom is invisible at a glance, as deep and dark as an abyss, making people reluctant to look at it for long.
There were no demons along the way, only frightened wild beasts that fled far away at the sight of Song Shen's fleeing body.
It was as if this human could kill them at any moment.
Heavens, earth, demons, where are you!
Song Shen spent half a day exploring Flying Dragon Pool, feeling completely disoriented, only to realize that he had no idea what was going on.
To put it bluntly, they don't know the way.
"Oh right, Xiao Pingzhe once said he wanted to learn the Mountain-Seeking and Qi-Observing Technique, I almost forgot."
Song Shen quickly looked at the panel. Luckily, he had left nine years, otherwise he would have suffered a huge loss.
[Start simulation, Mountain-Searching and Qi-Observing Technique]
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
【Looking at the mountain and observing its aura (72% of experts)】
"This system is really thoughtful. Finding mountains and observing their aura is indeed a skill, but not a martial art."
Song Shen patted his bottom, stood up, and looked into the distance.
The energy of mountains and rivers is divided into five colors: green, white, red, black, and yellow, corresponding to wood, metal, fire, water, and earth.
The aura of green wood is mostly the aura of mountain treasures, while the aura of demons is mostly black or dark red, gathering without dispersing.
Earthy yellow represents the earth's energy, which travels along the mountain range.
Song Shen used his movement technique to reach a high place and gazed intently into the depths of Flying Dragon Mountain.
Crimson air currents flowed and spread among the rocks and trees, and in the distant towering mountains, a crimson column of air pierced the sky, filled with both allure and horror.
The intermingling of earthy yellow and greenish-brown air currents foreshadows the presence of treasure in the mountains.
"This skill of observing the qi (vital energy) in mountains must be learned."
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Song Shen sighed.
Old Xiao is reliable. If Song Shen doesn't learn this skill of finding mountains and observing qi, he will find it difficult to move forward. Looking around, there are only vast and boundless mountains, with tall trees blocking out the sun. No matter which direction you go, there seem to be huge, dark blue mountains.
Putting aside other things.
Without a compass, wandering aimlessly through the maze-like Flying Dragon Mountain, one is likely to go deeper and deeper into the maze, and even with strong cultivation, one might end up somewhere unpredictable.
He used his movement technique to skim across the pool and continued towards the direction where the demonic energy soared into the sky.
As he ran, Song Shen touched his empty pockets.
"The elixirs are completely exhausted. Even if I had more lifespan now, I still couldn't simulate it."
"Hiss—this aura of green wood—"
The leaves rustled, and wisps of green wood energy flowed through the hidden mountains. Song Shen stopped his movement and swooped down from the bushes, where he saw extremely fine green energy rising again from the cracks in the rocks.
"Tsk—I can't reach it."
Song Shen reached out to grab it, but the vermilion herb was hidden in the crevices of the large rock, surrounded by moss, and was completely out of reach.
Then, the iron palm appeared in the air, its spiraling force piercing through the stone, causing it to shatter and fly away. Song Shen then uprooted the herbs and examined them closely.
"Don't know him/her————"
After observing for a while, Song Shen did not recognize the type of this precious plant, but it contained a great deal of life essence.
"Let's keep digging for treasures as we go."
With the help of expert-level mountain observation, Song Shen searched for mountain treasures while moving forward.
"It seems there are quite a few martial artists entering the mountain this time."
Song Shen arrived too late; most of the mountain treasures had already been dug up, and every few steps there were traces of digging on the ground.
If it weren't for his expert-level skills in mountain exploration and aura observation, he probably wouldn't have been able to dig up even these.
However, as Song Shen ventured deeper into the area, human presence became increasingly rare. It seemed that prudent martial artists knew when to stop and withdrew early.
At this depth, wherever human presence is felt on the ground, there are corpses strewn everywhere, strange beasts attracted by blood roam around, and carrion-eating birds of prey circle in the sky.
--call!
With his toes touching the branches, Song Shen swiftly descended, looking at the corpse on the ground with some surprise.
"These three guys looked to be at least at the peak of the Marrow Cleansing stage, yet they were killed in a single blow?"
No logical reasoning is needed; anyone with eyes can see that these three people died in strikingly similar ways: they were all slapped on the top of their heads, ending their lives on the spot.
The body had been thoroughly cleaned, indicating that the person who touched it was quite experienced.
"Looks like we've made it to the finals—"
Those who dare to come to such a deep place are all true masters. Less skilled people either know when to retreat, or they rush in and get killed by the masters, or they encounter mysterious demons and get eaten.
He tore clothes off several corpses to make a large sack, carried it on his back, and traveled on, digging for treasure along the way.
The deeper one goes, the richer the aura of green wood and earthy yellow becomes, rising from the ground in wisps and strands, creating an astonishing sight.
He used his movement technique to disappear into a mountain hollow like a torrent, where the scent of green wood was very strong.
After several searches, Song Shen finally found the source. He decisively bent down, drew his knife, and dug out a large, bright red ginseng in no time.
This blood ginseng grew in a dense thicket, hidden by surrounding rocks. Ordinary treasure hunters would never guess it. "It looks like it has medicinal effects that are nearly a hundred years old," Song Shen thought to himself. This earth vein eruption caused by the earth dragon turning over was truly an unpredictable and violent change.
Some creatures thrived and transformed into spirits, while others were corrupted by demonic influence and gradually mutated.
Just like that old turtle with black armor, which grew a ghostly face and bone spurs, this ginseng was full of vitality and life force, making people's mouths water.
"It's out this time."
Just as joy welled up in Song Shen's heart, a chill ran down his spine and shot straight to his head.
The sixteenth day of October.
At the windy spot, an elderly man with flowing sleeves appeared very refined and approachable, like a banished immortal.
He stood gracefully atop the mountain, his eyes gazing into the distance.
but.
If an ordinary person saw his eyes, they would definitely be terrified.
Because the old man's eyes were a grayish-brown color, and his upright pupils reflected extremely distant scenes.
In no time, a soaring bird of prey circled back to his shoulder in the air. The old man smiled calmly, said nothing, and turned into a black shadow, disappearing from the spot.
Like a great bird, he leaped and darted among the towering rocks, covering dozens of miles across the verdant landscape of rocks and trees in an instant.
They rushed straight into the valley ahead.
Here, a young martial artist had just unearthed a snow-white Ganoderma lucidum, which was clearly a priceless and precious medicinal herb called Crimson Frost Ganoderma lucidum.
"Is this the Crimson Frost Lingzhi recorded in the 'True Compendium of Spiritual Soil'? We've really struck gold this time!"
The martial artist's face showed the joy of a bountiful harvest, while he looked around with extreme vigilance.
"With this Crimson Frost Ganoderma and the Blood Spirit Grass in my pocket, my attempt to break through to the Great Perfection of Blood Cleansing is promising!"
Suddenly his alarm went off, and his large hand immediately reached for the hilt of the sword.
A gray figure swept in at an astonishing speed, unleashing a flurry of claw shadows in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the sword and claws clashed hundreds of times, and the residual force of the sword's blade sliced off many tree branches, which fell to the ground with a thud.
"Who are you----?"
The man retreated with his sword drawn. Before him stood a tall figure, about two meters tall, with eight fingers densely packed on its large, thick hands. Each finger extended a sharp, beast-like claw, and the exposed skin was covered in scales, making it look exceptionally eerie and terrifying.
There was not a trace of human life in it.
"Don't resist, I'll let you die a quick death."
The martial artist trembled, for the voice came from above. So what was this person fighting against him?
In shock, the enormous creature before him extended its sharp claws; the strange, scale-covered thing gleamed with a metallic sheen and reached for his shoulder.
"I am Lu Kai of the Cangyun Sword Sect. My master is nearby. I can give you the treasure in my bag. Please let me go."
The man drew his sword to meet the attack, clashing once again with the powerful iron claw. His swordsmanship was incredibly fast and sharp, striking his opponent's vital points several times and deflecting the claw.
However, this longsword can tear through an opponent's clothing, and once it touches the exposed scales underneath, it can no longer advance.
"Once you're in these mountains, your background doesn't matter anymore."
An aged voice echoed from the woods once more. The next moment, the tall, gray monster before him charged forward again. The young swordsman felt a bitter pang and could only retaliate with his sword.
"kill!"
The longsword plunged into the gray figure's chest, but it snapped in two upon impact.
The iron sword couldn't even penetrate the opponent's body?
His heart was filled with trembling and terror. The next second, intense pain swept over his mind. In an instant, his right arm was ripped apart, exposing the white broken bone, and blood splattered out.
Until this moment, he finally understood what he was facing.
"Demon Puppet—you—you're a member of the Compassionate Life Cult?"
A barrage of palm shadows descended from the sky, like Mount Tai pressing down, the aged palms instantly shattering all defenses and imprinting themselves on the top of his head.
*Smack!*
His skull cracked open, everything went black, and the swordsman collapsed to the ground, dead.
"Demon slave, take this treasure bag with you."
The old man looked wary as a sound of clothes rustling came from afar, indicating that a powerful figure was rapidly approaching.
Without even glancing at the corpse on the ground, the old man instantly rose into the air and disappeared into the distance with the demonic puppet.
After traveling dozens of kilometers, the old man finally stopped in a mountain cave, opened the treasure bag he had just plundered, and his face immediately lit up with joy.
A look of joy.
"Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts; the ancients were right."
If the Huang family members saw this, they would be utterly shocked that their ancestor, Huang Zhan, who was renowned for his swordsmanship, was actually engaging in such wicked deeds in a remote, uninhabited mountain.
Old Huang stuffed all the treasures of the young swordsman from the sect into his bag. After counting them, he found that he now had at least five rare and precious mountain treasures that could be called spiritual objects, as well as more than ten other kinds of precious medicinal herbs.
It is extremely beneficial to spiritual practice, and even if sold for money, it would be an astronomical sum.
The only pity was that they couldn't find the kid during this trip into the mountains, which made Lao Huang very unhappy.
He continued to speed away, avoiding the sect's group, and traveled alone in the mountains.
"There must be treasure here," Huang Zhan thought to himself.
He pricked his finger, drawing out his heart's essence blood to feed the bird on his shoulder. The bird greedily sucked the crimson essence blood, and gradually a faint red appeared in its vertical pupil. Huang Zhan's left eye changed accordingly, until his left eye was exactly the same as the bird's eyes.
Now, what the bird of prey sees is what he sees.
Go!
Huang Zhan waved his hand, and the raptor spread its wings and flew high, while he himself soared to a great height.
This is the Blood-Eyed Venomous Strike, a secret demonic technique of the Lian Sheng Cult.
By feeding this bird with their own life essence over many years, a secret bond is formed, which is quite difficult to master.
But once mastered, the superior field of vision that comes with the bird of prey taking flight will allow him to thrive in the mountains.
Ever since the earth dragon in the mountains turned over, Old Huang's hands have never been dirty with mud. While others were busy searching for and digging for treasures, he would watch from the sidelines, and then take advantage of the moment when his opponents were still immersed in the joy of their harvest to quickly attack and kill them with his magic puppet, and steal the treasure and leave.
When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.
Over the past few days, countless lone experts have been eliminated in this way, and it has proven to be incredibly effective time and time again.
The only regret is that they haven't found the kid since they went into the mountains, which is the thing that Lao Huang regrets the most.
According to intelligence, that kid Song Shen has already joined the Demon Suppression Division.
Since learning this, the Lian Sheng Sect has become extremely wary. For many years, they have been hiding from the Demon Suppression Division. Since the Zi Yang Sect's guide came to the city, he has been avoiding them under various pretexts and has never met them. He believes he has been discreet enough.
The ideal course of action would be to kill that apprentice demon slayer in these mountains.
However, Old Huang isn't in such a hurry right now. The most important thing is to collect enough mountain treasures to help him advance his strength and become a true Demon Transformation Innate.
Old Huang moved with incredible speed. After finding a concealed spot, he immediately remained still and used the birds to observe the situation in the jungle, looking for any lone martial artists.
Less than ten minutes later, the old man suddenly grinned.
He laughed wildly and acted recklessly.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Hahahahahahaha————"
"This is truly a stroke of luck!"
"As fate would have it, it seems my luck is destined to be better than that old bastard Cao Lie's!"
Through the raptor's grey-brown eyes tinged with crimson, Old Huang saw a young boy hurrying through the mountain valley.
Suddenly, the young man moved with the flow of the earth and began digging in an extremely hidden spot. In no time, a thick, blood-red ginseng was unearthed from the ground.
The bird's eyes clearly saw the young man's face. Who else could it be but Song Shen, whom Old Huang had been longing for?
This time, Lao Huang's speed was almost as loud as a sonic boom as he swooped down from the height.
On the other side, the towering demonic puppet suddenly sprang out from the shadows, striding across the mountains and fields, and together with Old Huang, charged towards the young man who was still immersed in joy.
BOOM!!!
The confrontation happened so quickly.
Song Shen dodged a palm strike from behind by sidestepping, then clenched his fingers into a palm and struck forward, colliding with the demonic puppet's claw.
At the point of impact, a massive wave of energy spun and rippled outwards, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, instantly whipping up the surrounding vegetation.
Song Shenning stood still, while the demonic puppet flew backward.
"What the hell?"
Song Shen looked at the two figures, one in front and one behind. The old man in front of him was dressed in a wide robe and had a dignified demeanor.
Unfortunately, the intense ferocity on his face at this moment completely destroyed his amiable demeanor, replaced by a chilling killing intent.
"I've been looking for you for a long time," Huang Zhan said with a sinister grin.
"It's you, that old geezer from the Huang family."
Song Shen recognized the old man. "You—were you ambushing me?"
Huang Zhan grinned. "You harmed my grandson, killed my family's generals, and seized my property. Today, I will finally avenge you. Boy, I will devour your flesh and drink your blood in a moment."
"very good."
Song Shen slowly put down the treasure bag and hid it carefully to prevent the aftershocks of the battle from ruining his precious medicine.
"Old man, your treasure bag must be full of good stuff too, right?"
Is it really a case of enemies meeting with intense hatred? Old Huang felt a chill run down his spine from the moment he saw this kid.
Especially since this kid kept calling him an old codger and an old geezer, it really infuriated him.
"Was I too gentle just now? I've changed my mind. Once I capture you, I'll tear your flesh off piece by piece so you'll know what I'm capable of!"
Song Shen stretched his limbs and said calmly, "As long as you can capture me, you can do whatever you want with me. But you old man, with your bones, you're probably not going to have a good death. After I cut off your head today, I'll take it back and let you see how the Huang family was wiped out."
A cold smile played on Song Shen's lips as he continued, "As a former official of the imperial court, you, you old bastard, have actually stooped so low as to associate with the demonic sect and create demonic puppets. You are worse than a pig or a dog. Your sins are enough to wipe out your entire Huang family, exterminate three generations, and execute every single one of you!"
"And your genius grandson will never have the chance to grow up."
"And all of this is thanks to you, you old geezer."
Old Huang's chest heaved, and he felt his heart racing and his blood pressure soaring.
He intended to use a pretext to strike this boy with a sharp retort, and then tear him to pieces with swift and decisive action. However, the boy remained fearless and deliberately attacked his mental weaknesses, causing him to feel his demonic blood stirring and his anger to the point of madness.
He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi.
Anger is the mother of failure.
Old Huang thought to himself that with his more than seventy years of self-cultivation, he had actually been provoked by this kid. What was most hateful was that this kid was clearly all alone, yet he was so fearless, which completely ruined his intimidation and sarcasm. Instead, he was attacked with vicious words. How could he not be furious?
However, I have cultivated for over sixty years, how can I let a mere youth disrupt my mind?
Unfortunately, the burning heat that surged from the depths of his bones could not be suppressed no matter what he did.
The demonic arts of the Lian Sheng Sect inherently erode the mind; the angrier one becomes, the more active the demonic blood becomes. He thought he was controlling his emotions, but in reality, the demonic blood was controlling him.
This kind of evil magic is never a gift, but a noose that slowly tightens.
"Boy, do you think you can find a weakness by provoking me?"
Huang Zhan's voice became hoarse, as if it were squeezed out from deep in his throat, "I'll teach you the rules of the martial world. Eloquent words are meaningless; only true strength can overpower everything."
"Old man, if you don't make a move soon, this demonic blood will turn you into a pathetic monster. I'll hack you to death like a wild dog in a bit."
Huang Zhan said no more and slowly put the treasure bag down.
He immediately raised his hands, his fingers slightly bent, and a dark red aura seeped from his palms, condensing into fine blood vessels in the air.
His pupils began to dilate, and the whites of his eyes were stained crimson, as if something was seeping out from the back of his eyes.
"I admit, you have a lot of courage and are very capable."
His voice trailed off, becoming almost a soliloquy, "It's much better than I expected. But you know what? There are many things in this world that can't be solved by talent alone."
He suddenly looked up, and there was no white in his eyes anymore, only two dark red flames.
"For example—you have no idea how long I've been preparing for this day!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.
It's not a movement technique, it's teleportation.
A dark red streak of light left an afterimage in the air as Huang Zhan's claws appeared before Song Shen. Ten blood-red claw marks tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if even the rain curtain had been ripped apart.
Song Shen sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Claw marks grazed his shoulder, severing several large trees behind him in half, the cuts smooth as mirrors, as if sliced by a sharp blade.
"So fast."
Song Shen felt a slight chill in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.
He stepped forward, slapping out with both palms. The spiraling force created vortexes in the air, causing Huang Zhan's claws to tremble violently and making his heart race.
After several moves, Huang Zhan actually retreated, but the demonic puppet pounced on him.
The towering monster had somehow circled behind Song Shen, its ten hook-like fingers reaching for the back of his head.
Without turning his head, Song Shen pressed his left palm backward, and a spiraling force shot out from his palm, shaking off the demonic puppet's claws. At the same time, he used the force to rush forward and slapped Huang Zhan with his right palm again.
Huang Zhan did not back down.
He unleashed both palms simultaneously, clashing head-on with Song Shen.
Dark red demonic blood and crimson gold aura collided in mid-air, creating a visible shockwave. The surrounding rain was shaken into a fine mist, enveloping the two figures.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The palms clashed, producing muffled thuds like thunder.
Huang Zhan's palm techniques were ruthless and vicious, targeting vital points, each strike carrying a corrosive, hidden force. The demonic puppet, relying on its invulnerable body, constantly harassed Song Shen from the side, forcing him to be distracted.
The two, one human and one puppet, worked together flawlessly.
But Song Shen became more and more composed as the fight progressed.
He discovered that although Huang Zhan's palm strike was strange, its foundation was unstable. The dark red power was not something he had cultivated himself, but rather something he had "borrowed" from the outside world.
Every bit used is a bit less, and using too much will backfire. While the demonic puppet is tough and thick-skinned, its movements are rigid, repeating only a few moves. Once its patterns are figured out, its threat level is greatly reduced.
"Is this what you prepared?" Song Shen suddenly asked, his voice as calm as if he were asking what to eat today.
Huang Zhan was taken aback.
"this one?"
Song Shen forced the demonic puppet back with a palm strike, then grabbed Huang Zhan's wrist with his other hand. His spiraling energy suddenly erupted, shattering most of Huang Zhan's protective demonic blood.
Huang Zhan grunted and staggered backward. Looking down, he saw five purplish-blue finger marks on his wrist.
"You One"
"Old man, do you think you're so great?" Song Shen shook his hand, looking at him calmly. "You've cultivated your whole life, only to barely touch the threshold of the Innate Realm with the help of demonic arts. You're ridiculously mediocre."
Huang Zhan's pupils contracted sharply.
This powerful yet strangely strong palm force left him bewildered and hesitant for a moment.
"This is... the Mighty Vajra Palm?"
Even from those familiar moves that were completely unrecognizable, he could still recognize that it was the Vajra Palm, which had been passed down in the martial arts world for many years.
The Vajra Palm technique has only ten moves, all of which are simple methods of applying force. It follows a purely powerful and forceful approach, making it simple and effective.
However, being practical does not equate to being clever.
In fact, this palm technique is not much different from palm techniques such as Iron Palm.
The moves are sharp but lack variety, and can be easily countered by masters of fist and palm techniques.
But what exactly is this set of palm techniques that Song Shen is using?
What is this spiraling force and the insidious palm strikes that come at you from time to time? Is this still the Mighty Vajra Palm?
This kid exudes an eeriness no less than that of someone from the Demonic Sect.
Could it be that this kid has also practiced some kind of demonic art?
Could it be that after a lifetime of training, even drawing upon demonic power to strengthen myself, I am ultimately inferior to a mere youth?
"Impossible! Below the Innate Realm, I have no equal!"
"People die naturally when they get old, just like a ripe melon falls from its vine. If you, old man, are actively seeking death, then there's nothing more to say."
Old Huang and the Demon King unleashed their combined power.
A massive amount of golden blood and energy was burning. Song Shen's strength was shooting out recklessly from his fingertips and palms like a torrential rain. He never stored up his strength, but used the spiral force of his palms, which was a combination of hardness and softness, to attack.
Bang bang bang!!!
Huang Zhan activated his demonic blood, and his palm began to extend sharp blades. However, when it collided with Song Shen's iron palm, he not only failed to gain the upper hand, but was also shaken so badly that his blood and qi surged, causing him unbearable pain.
One person and one puppet attacked from both sides.
Claw shadows filled the sky, leaving no room for escape.
The demonic puppet possesses immense strength, its claws capable of piercing the wind; Huang Zhan's palm techniques are insidious and vicious, targeting vital points.
Song Shen, however, stood like an iron tower, his palms flying, deflecting all the attacks from both sides. His palm techniques were sometimes as fierce as thunder, sometimes as soft as boneless. With one palm strike, the force shook off the demonic puppet's iron claws, while the soft force coiled around Huang Zhan's arm like a snake, and the spiraling force suddenly burst forth, tearing off a piece of his clothes.
Huang Zhan was shocked to discover that this kid's palm force could switch between hardness and softness at will. One palm was fierce and unyielding, while the next palm was as gentle as spring water. Just when you thought you had caught the opening, the spiral force would explode from an unexpected angle.
In just a few dozen moves, his arms were bruised in many places, his tiger's mouth was cracked, and the scales on the demonic puppet were smashed in seven or eight places, revealing the gray-black muscles inside. The penetrating palm force shook his entire skeleton, and the demonic blood in his body was trembling, making Huang Zhan's old body feel very weak.
This is the moment.
Taking advantage of Lao Huang's helplessness, Song Shen pounced on the demon puppet.
The force concentrated, exploding like thunder under the iron palm. After several moves, the demonic puppet seemed to have burned away all its demonic blood, and its movements slowed down.
Song Shen punched the rock-like chest. This punch, imbued with the immense power of Song Shen's indestructible golden body, was highly concentrated and powerful enough to penetrate the city wall, instantly creating a large hole in the demon puppet's chest.
Ignoring the fierce howling behind him, Song Shen twisted his body and thrust his iron palm straight in, pressing it against the back of the demonic puppet's neck.
The enormous head shuddered, then slowly revealed countless cracks before exploding with a deafening roar.
Demonic blood scattered everywhere.
Old Huang let out a miserable scream, and instantly aged ten years, quickly withering away.
[Obtained the Essence Dao Fruit: Demon Corpse (Year 39, Month 5)]
"I, this old man—will take you to hell today, no matter what."
If Song Shen returns to Xinyu City alive today, the Huang family, a century-old clan, will completely disappear from this world and turn to dust.
A thick, large finger pointed at Song Shen. "To kill you, I'll abandon all humanity!"
Amidst violent coughing, he roared, his body swelling violently, his gray robe ripping open to reveal a torso covered in black scales.
Those weren't the stiff scales of a demon puppet, but a living, demonized body fused with flesh and blood.
The pupils gradually transformed from human eyes into cold, vertical pupils, sharp fangs began to emerge from the mouth, and layers upon layers of scales completely covered the body.
He transformed into a werewolf.
"you----"
He slowly stood up, his body swelled to over two meters tall, and he no longer resembled a human.
Song Shen watched him transform quietly, eventually becoming a bloodthirsty monster.
It was even quite interesting.
"Come on, one last punch."
Song Shen watched quietly as the former guardian of Xinyu City finally transformed into a demon.
"Alright, let's settle this with one punch!"
Covered in jet-black scales, the tall, muscular body slowly clenched his large hand into a fist, and demonic blood burned, rising into the air as he unleashed a powerful punch.
Song Shen's punch, though delivered later, arrived first.
when!!!!!
It emitted a metallic, trembling sound.
As Huang Zhan transformed into a demon, horror slowly spread through his vertical pupils. His massive arms began to twist, and his scales began to peel away and scatter like leaves, revealing the torn flesh beneath. Muscle fibers were twisted into pretzels by the immense force, and then bones—starting from his fist, finger bones shattered, metacarpal bones shattered, wrist bones shattered, and cracks spread upwards along his arm.
Song Shen's body shimmered with a hint of crimson gold, a light that wasn't dazzling but was harder than anything else. His fists weren't even broken, while Huang Zhan's entire right arm had been pulverized in an instant.
"No—impossible—"
Huang Zhan staggered backward, his vertical pupils reflecting his mangled body. He looked down at his empty right shoulder, where only a bloody, mangled hole remained, fragments of bone and flesh mixed together, still dripping blood.
Song Shen withdrew his fist and stood in the rain, the golden sheen on his skin slowly fading.
You lost.
Huang Zhan opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only a mouthful of black blood welled up in his throat. His legs began to weaken, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground. His demonized body was rapidly collapsing, scales falling off piece by piece, revealing the aged, wrinkled skin beneath.
He transformed back into the frail and elderly patriarch of the Huang family.
"I—I am not reconciled—" Huang Zhan raised his head, his vertical pupils now reverting to human pupils, cloudy, weary, and filled with resentment. "I have cultivated my entire life—why—why am I inferior to a mere brat like you—"
Song Shen looked down at him.
"Your purity is insufficient. A human body, once tempered to its limit, can completely tear demons apart with its bare hands. Why make yourself look so pathetic and humble? If you can't train it properly, you should look for the reasons within yourself."
Huang Zhan paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed—his laughter was hoarse and bitter, like the last struggle of a drowning person.
Song Shen then said coldly, "It's alright, you won't be lonely down there. Your descendants will soon follow you."
"you----"
Old Huang opened his mouth, let out a dry howl, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
[Achieved the Essence Dao Fruit: Demon Huang Zhan (Year 69)]
Then Song Shen began to touch the corpse.
The treasures in Huang Zhanbao's bag left Song Shen speechless with amazement.
"Just how many people has this old bastard robbed?"
He tied the treasure bag around his waist, stood up, and glanced at Huang Zhan's corpse.
"If you had just honestly guarded the Huang family's small fortune, things wouldn't have come to this."
With a sigh, Song Shen put away the treasure and stood up, his eyes suddenly narrowing.
Several astonishing auras were approaching at a terrifying speed.
"As expected of the final rounds, how come there are so many top players???"
Faced with these auras, even Song Shen was greatly alarmed and quickly used his movement technique to escape.