Chapter 114: Chapter 110: Eight Phases Secret Skill, The Domineering Dragon of the Blue Sky!
Bang!
With one punch, Su Heng dealt with Song Zhao Yuan and then stamped downwards in mid-air.
Accompanied by a booming sound as the air burst, his speed skyrocketed, and his form blurred—a dark, fearsome figure landed on a protruding boulder at the edge of the canyon.
"Huh..."
Amidst a prolonged exhale, Su Heng's brows slightly furrowed.
His expression did not look great.
Although he had successfully eliminated the White Deer Demon King, he had failed to capture him alive.
The White Deer Demon King's Life and Death Reincarnation talent could have been transformed into a meat field, which would have been a much stronger effect than the Wolf King.
Unfortunately...
He had the talent in hand.
Despite Su Heng's strength, he couldn't stop the White Deer Demon King if he decided to self-destruct.
"Fortunately, the White Deer Demon King had many subordinates. Gathering all these bits and pieces to make a flesh Tai Sui should be enough for me to cultivate the Skeleton Dragon Demon to perfection," Su Heng exhaled a turbid breath slowly, thinking to himself.
"The urgent matter... Huh!?"
Su Heng sharply sensed a disturbance coming from the distance and looked up with a surprised expression.
"This aura, Wang Xindong!? What is he doing here, could it be that he came specifically to support me?"
"And there is another person with a strong aura, probably the Deputy Governor of the Demon Suppression Tower."
"Both of them have been stopped..."
In the Transformed Dragon State.
It wasn't just a boost in strength and physique.
Su Heng's perception also experienced an all-around enhancement.
Even though there was still a considerable distance, Su Heng could analyze the battlefield almost perfectly through the air's force fluctuations. Of course, this was also because Wang Xindong was powerful and fought with wide, sweeping moves.
If it were those martial artists specializing in stealth and assassination techniques, once at a certain distance, Su Heng would find it hard to notice them.
"Let's go over and see!"
Although he hadn't been of any help yet,
as someone had traveled a long distance to put themselves in danger to help him,
Su Heng was grateful. Without further hesitation, he stamped his foot heavily and rushed towards the other battlefield.
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"Hahaha, Wang Xindong of the famed Demon Suppression Bureau isn't so much after all," Hong Jizhen, an imposing figure covered in ancient Sanskrit, roared with laughter, his eyes full of bursting bloodshot, "Well then, let me show you the power of my Bodhi Demon Suppression Skill!"
"Hisss—"
He took a sharp breath, expanding his chest and abdomen.
His body exploded into pieces of golden varnish, the golden rings trembling, making him truly seem somewhat like the fierce and majestic Demon Suppressing Arhat.
Bang!
Both of them fought in a straightforward, hard-hitting style.
Wang Xindong also did not dodge. With a big shout, he threw a straight punch forward.
The mountainous torrential force of both pressures collided, blowing up a wild gust. Invisible wind blades tore the ground, sending shards of leaves and petals fluttering in mid-air.
Both backed up one step and then stabilized firmly.
A full-force punch.
The result was a standstill.
"Enough time has been delayed, things should have already been finalized with the White Deer Demon King and Song Zhao Yuan," Hong Jizhen seemed rough on the outside, but having traveled extensively, he was actually quite meticulous. He made a quick calculation in his mind and immediately formulated a plan.
An immense sense of crisis crashed down like a landslide, and Hong Jizhen froze, daring not to move.
He looked down at the shadow under his feet, his face showing disbelief.
Hong Jizhen, standing over two and a half meters tall and nearly two meters wide, was a true giant among martial artists, known as a walking bronze wall and iron fence. Yet, the shadow behind him completely engulfed him, blocking out all sunlight.
Damn, what kind of monster is this!? Hong Jizhen turned swiftly, only to see a huge, dark red iron wall confronting him.
His face stiffened, his complexion awful. Inch by inch, he lifted his head higher, and then he saw Su Heng's sinister smiling face, along with an upraised palm as large as a wagon wheel.
Bang!
Su Heng's palm smashed down onto his head.
A sharp, terrible wail, like the cries of a hundred beasts, exploded thunderously.
Hong Jizhen's eyes bulged white, his facial skin shaking violently, the bronze rings on him jangling, unable to react in time—
Puchi!
His upper body suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving only his two robust thighs supporting his blood-drenched pelvis.
Blood gurgled out, darkening the ground.
"That was easy."
Su Heng shook his hand, circulating his energy to dry and rub off the sticky plasma on his fingers.
With a step forward, Wang Xindong and Luo Shuang simultaneously tensed up. Their muscles tightened as a guarded expression formed on their faces.
"Who are you!?" Wang Xindong shouted.
"I am Su Heng; we've met before," Su Heng said, somewhat bewildered.
"You..." Wang Xindong dryly swallowed saliva, looking at the almost four meters tall, half-human, half-dragon creature before him.
Su Heng's image flashed through his mind.
Comparing the two...
Oddly enough, he could see some resemblance.
"How did you transform into this form?" Wang Xindong let down his guard a bit, but remained puzzled.
"This is a secret technique I grasped from the Eight Phases Secret Skill," Su Heng was also surprised, "I thought everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau knew it."
"I..." Wang Xindong's mind was in turmoil, unsure what to say.
"The Eight Phases Secret Skill has a venerable origin, said to be derived from observing and emulating a world-ending dragon in Chantian. For regular people, mastering one or two of the genuine skills to perfection is already exceptional," Wang Xindong gave a wry smile.
"To grasp a secret technique, one needs all eight phases, which only Deputy Governor Li Daoxuan has achieved in the Demon Suppression Bureau. Among the younger generation, only Su Li has shown such potential."
"I'm also a rising talent of the younger generation," Su Heng solemnly reminded him.
"Uh..." Wang Xindong was speechless again.
However, Su Heng hadn't mastered all eight phases of the secret skill either.
He had only supplemented the first half of the Eight Phases Secret Skill, yet he had already developed deadly abilities like the Transformed Dragon State. Given some time, once he perfected the latter half and pushed it to its limits, what level could the Transformed Dragon State reach?
Could he really replicate the legendary dragon that could soar to the heavens and delve into the abyss, sweeping across thousands of mountains and overturning seas?
Su Heng was looking forward to this.
Hiss!
Thick smoke billowed from his body, distorting the air around him.
His armored muscles also gradually retracted into his body, his shape adjusting back towards that of a normal human.
However, halfway through the process, a cool breeze swept through the woods, and Su Heng's complexion changed, suddenly realizing something was amiss.
"Lend me your pants," Su Heng said gravely.
"..." Wang Xindong was speechless for the third time.
Meanwhile.
Luo Shuang seemed to have already guessed.
She sighed, covering her face with her hand.
In a flicker, she vanished from the spot.