"Boom!"
In the not-too-distant woods.
Wang Xindong stopped in his tracks, squinted his eyes, and looked at the fierce flame tornado rising up in the distance and the reddish sky.
"This power is the Fiery Sun Divine Skill of the Song Family!" Wang Xindong exclaimed in shock.
"To cultivate the Fiery Sun Divine Skill to such a level, only the Family Head of the Song Family, Song Zhao Yuan, is capable." Luo Shuang's graceful figure appeared behind Wang Xindong, her face equally serious, "It seems the intelligence is spot-on; the powerhouses among the noble families and demon creatures have already joined forces."
"Looks like we need to hurry."
Wang Xindong said anxiously, "With the prepared facing the unprepared, even though Brother Su's strength is not weak, he very well might encounter danger."
"Mm!" Luo Shuang nodded.
"Let's quickly resolve the situation here; the old man's troubles aren't over yet."
After a brief exchange, a sense of oppression rolled in like dark thunderclouds.
The atmosphere was heavy.
Both of their expressions were rather ugly.
Without saying more, they continued to sprint forward.
Swish!
They streaked through the woods, arriving at a hillside covered in a swath of green grass.
At the hill's peak, two figures, one tall and one short, were already waiting, their faces wearing smiles of triumph.
The sun was beginning to slant westward, casting long shadows of the two men.
The taller figure was almost two meters in width, with disheveled hair and bronze skin, his arms adorned with massive rough copper rings. His body and face were marked with mystical and ancient gray-white tattoos, exuding a formidable aura, like a samurai god who had stepped out of the wilderness.
The shorter figure was fat and hunched, with an ugly face and layers of loose flab.
Two upside-down triangular eyes, and a mouth full of dark yellow broad teeth.
His body emitted a foul stench so tangible it even attracted green-headed flies the size of thumbs, buzzing around him.
"Hong Jizhen, Lai Mingde!"
Wang Xindong stopped, recognizing the origins of the two men, his expression worsening.
The former, Hong Jizhen, was an elder of the Hong Family who, in his youth, wandered the lands and was taught martial arts by a high monk. He then spent half his life cultivating it to perfection, gaining immense strength. Even amidst the Hong Family's abundance of experts, he ranked at the forefront.
The latter, Lai Mingde, was a pure-blooded great demon of the Sky Demon Alliance, his body rife with deadly poison that made him exceptionally troublesome. A mere touch was certain death for ordinary people.
Even a cultivator at the Demon Embryo Realm had to be extremely cautious when encountering him.
There had once been an elder within the Demon Suppression Bureau.
Due to carelessness, he was dissolved by this toad demon's potent poison into a pool of bloody water.
"I've long heard of the boundless might of the Demon Suppression Bureau's Eight Phases Secret Skill; I wonder if I am worthy of experiencing a few moves."
Atop the hill.
Hong Jizhen managed a skin-deep smile, his voice drifting over.
"It seems you are indeed intent on stopping me!" Wang Xindong untied his long robe and tossed it upwards.
His skin, covered in scars from knife wounds, was now exposed as his expression turned icy. He took a step forward, "Since you're bent on courting death, I'll oblige and send you on your way!"
"This lady looks quite nice, with delicate skin and tender flesh, even if a bit dark."
Lai Mingde clapped his hands, croaking loudly.
His murky yellow eyes greedily ogled Luo Shuang, saliva seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"Let's make it quick!" Luo Shuang tossed her silver-white hand axe upward, her cape billowing, and she skimmed the ground, turning into a streak of black light, charging forward with extreme speed.
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Boom!
In the territory of the White Deer Demon King, a valley in utter chaos.
The fire tornado pierced the heavens, waves of heat hitting them head-on.
The White Deer Demon King panted heavily, her forehead beaded with crystal-clear sweat. Her injuries had healed once more, but she was nearing her limit, as she had nearly drained all the life force from the plants in the entire valley. Moreover, her spirit was on the verge of collapse, and her condition was rapidly deteriorating.
"This should finally be enough to kill him, right?" Song Zhao Yuan, another powerhouse at the same level as the White Deer Demon King.
Su Heng laughed maliciously, opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of sharp, shark-like teeth, and violently bit down—
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"
The White Deer Demon King covered her cheek with her hand, emitting an unearthly scream.
Her vision instantly turned crimson, her body convulsed violently, jumping back and forth on the ground, even slamming forcefully against the rock wall and stirring up a cloud of dust.
"My face, my face!" She forced down her hand covering her face to reveal a terrifying visage.
The left half of her face was still relatively normal, charming and innocent like a forest nymph.
The right side of her face was a blur of blood and flesh. Red muscles, white teeth and bones, and even large chunks of nerves and fat were all exposed. The intense contrast was enough to make one's skin crawl and scalp explode.
"Slurp!"
The half of a face torn from the White Deer Demon King was in Su Heng's mouth, swallowed down with the blood like a noodle.
In the blood-red glare, Su Heng smiled coldly, "Beasts really do taste better fresh!"
Women generally love beauty, and Demon Kings are no exception.
Having her face destroyed by Su Heng, the White Deer Demon King was in pain to the point of madness, nearly enough to make her lose her reason.
"Kill you! Kill you!" Her hooves pounded the ground, recklessly charging towards Su Heng, colliding straight with him.
"Just a dying struggle!"
Su Heng's figure flashed, and he mounted the White Deer Demon King's back directly.
The expression on his face was sadistic and cold, devoid of mercy. His dragon-transformed, sharp hands were like files, stabbing into the body of the White Deer Demon King again and again. With each withdrawal, they brought out gushes of fresh blood, broken organs, shredded muscles, and bones, among others.
At first, the White Deer Demon King still struggled violently, but as time went on, her struggles became weaker and weaker.
The intense pain of being slashed and lacerated finally shattered her spirit.
"You forced this on me!" the White Deer Demon King howled in pain and used her last bit of strength to slam violently into the cliff, pinning Su Heng between her body and the rocks' fissures. Then she opened her mouth wide, grey-white aura of death emerged from her body, and her perforated frame started swelling like a balloon gone mad.
Boom!
A loud noise thundered as the White Deer Demon King decisively chose to self-destruct.
First came the sweeping grey-white aura of death, followed by a rain of bone fragments and rotten flesh, which dyed the ground into a quagmire.
"Hiss..." At a distance, Song Zhao Yuan's eyelids twitched violently upon witnessing the scene.
A strong figure among the demon kings, brutalized to death in just a few exchanges, and in such a cruel and bloody manner.
To tell the truth...
Demons eating humans, Song Zhao Yuan had seen plenty of that.
But a person skinning and devouring a demon alive, this was indeed his first time witnessing it.
"However, can this final blow kill this monster?" The White Deer Demon King took advantage of her innate talent and chose to detonate her own body, the force of which was extraordinary.
There was no violent explosion.
For wherever the grey-white aura of death passed, be it the cliff walls to either side or the earth and vegetation below.
Everything swept up by this deathly aura disappeared into nothingness as if they were sand castles washed away by the tide, leaving not a single trace.
Unfortunately, the thick death aura obscured vision and blocked perception.
Song Zhao Yuan couldn't discern the situation and found himself in a dilemma.
"Hiss—"
A sharp inhalation sound rose.
Huge amounts of grey-white death aura whirled out of nowhere, forming a massive vortex.
At the center of the vortex was Su Heng's gaping maw, bristling with greed. All the death aura was swallowed by him in one gulp, his face revealing a look of intoxicated satisfaction.
He lifted his head, locking eyes with Song Zhao Yuan.
Song Zhao Yuan felt as if he had been targeted by a primeval beast, his entire body stiffened, his muscles going limp.
"Run!" Without a second word, he transformed into a streak of crimson light.
Unfortunately, it was still too slow.
A loud noise erupted from behind, accompanied by the howl of a fierce wind.
The bright sunlight suddenly dimmed, and when Song Zhao Yuan looked up, he saw Su Heng's gigantic face already looming above him.
He could nearly feel the other man's scorching breath!
"I surrender!" Song Zhao Yuan yelled out in sheer terror.
"Too late!" Su Heng sneered and smashed down with a punch from midair. The latter's body exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of blood-colored fireworks in the sky.