One more catty, one more attribute point

The last bit of strength from the Pharmacist Lapis Light Bodhisattva helped Xie Xianyu reduce the impact. Thanks to the robust physique of the Heavenly Deceit Martial Artist, Xie Xianyu was still alive, though in terrible condition.

Possibly countless bones in her body had been broken, and her limbs were twisted into grotesque forms. One of her eyeballs had burst under the rapidly increasing intracranial pressure, with her crimson tongue lolling out of her mouth, saliva mixed with blood cascading down onto her chest like a waterfall.

Even though she couldn't speak, Xie Xianyu still desperately chanted scriptures, hoping to gain more strength from the hands of the Pharmacist Lapis Light Bodhisattva.

However, what drove her to despair was that the usually responsive Lapis Light Bodhisattva now seemed as absent as a stone sunk in the deep sea. There was not the slightest response, and even her own transformed soul was rapidly weakening.

"It's over," a cold, brutal voice said.

Immediately afterward, a large hand spread open, grabbing Xie Xianyu's entire upper body like a toy, "Those Buddhas won't make a losing deal by giving you more power when they know you are doomed to die. Do you have any last words?"

As if she hadn't heard, Xie Xianyu continued to chant scriptures unceasingly.

"Disgusting," Su Heng frowned, feeling a sense of annoyance and immediately lost his patience.

He tightened his five fingers and squeezed fiercely—

"Pfft!"

A muffled sound followed, and Xie Xianyu's body exploded like rotten fruit.

First, her head flew into the air and rolled on the ground. Then various organs, bones, and fluids of fat and blood burst from her severed neck, staining a large swath of the ground a dark red. No matter the peerless beauty or demoness from the evil sects, after death, they were nothing but piles of rotting flesh.

Su Heng looked down at Xie Xianyu's dreadfully discolored face on the ground.

He lifted his leg and stomped down.

The skull shattered, and brain matter burst forth. With a gust of Yin Wind, the last trace of Xie Xianyu in this world completely vanished.

Su Heng slowly turned around, his attention returned to Dahei Miking and Xu Hanlin after dispensing with someone who had repeatedly thwarted his plans.

…

Xie Xianyu, Dahei Miking, and Xu Hanlin were strangers to one another.

But under the immense pressure Su Heng applied, their cooperation was surprisingly in sync. After all, reaching this level of cultivation meant each of them had gone through numerous trials and had rich combat experience, knowing what choices to make under such circumstances would be most effective.

When Su Heng made a move on Xie Xianyu,

Dahei Miking and Xu Hanlin wanted to intervene and rescue her.

Unfortunately, Su Heng's speed was simply too fast and ferocious.

Even though they intended to react, they couldn't manage any in time. By the time they regained their senses, Xie Xianyu had already become a pile of dry bones under Su Heng's foot. With one down and two left, the remaining pair felt a profound threat.

"So, what next…"

In the backlight of thunderous lightning, Su Heng's massive figure advanced step by step.

With every step he took, there was a noticeable tremor on the ground, leaving footprints on the giant flat black rock.

Bang!

The ground under Su Heng exploded.

With a flap of his wings, his speed soared, driving a roaring air current, as his massive frame closely skimmed the ground, rushing forward.

Almost simultaneously, a strong premonition of danger rose in the heart of Dahei Miking. "Damn it!" he roared, eyes nearly bursting as his muscles swelled and six arms extended outward, forcefully thrusting forward.

Then—

Bang!

There was no time to react.

The arms of Dahei Miking, thicker than an adult's waist, were all snapped at once, buckling inward. Along with his heavy dark body, he transformed into a cannonball, retracing violently after a piercing screech hit a large mountain in the distance.

The mountain violently exploded, and Dahei Miking howled upward as the golden Sanskrit inscribed on him flickered brightly.

Six arms stretched out simultaneously, breaking free from within.

Under the crisis, the Martial Artist was already raging to the extreme, chanting the true name of Vajra Yaksha Ming King. His already massive body expanded further, a golden wheel of fire rising behind him. The six robust arms spread outward, retrieving items such as the Vajra Bell, a bow and arrow, and the Demon-Subduing Pestle from the flames. His form now fully overlapped with the Vajra Yaksha Ming King, boosting his strength explosively.

Yet it was still in vain—

"Just a futile struggle," Su Heng's indifferent voice came through the howling wind.

The Martial Artist looked up, locking eyes with Su Heng's blood-colored gaze. As the dust from the explosions dispersed, Su Heng raised his hand, gathering a dark red light at his fingertips.

Fire of Separation·Red Earth Seeking Sun!

Before releasing the True Dominating Dragon form, this Secret Technique from Su Heng was enough to severely injure the Martial Artist.

Now, having completed the Domineering Dragon Thirteen Forms Secret Technique and unlocking his potential, Su Heng elevated his combat power to its peak. The same move now held incomparable power. Countless condensations of extreme force emerged from the void, no longer black, but a terrifyingly hot dark red!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The light, resembling fireflies, gathered at Su Heng's fingertips, swelling to the size of a basketball before exploding thunderously.

A blazing white light burst forth, its power nearly splitting the expanse of Cloud Heaven in two. At the moment of explosion on Su Heng's fingertips, it was only the size of a basketball. But as it traveled thousands of meters to strike the Martial Artist, the thick beam of light, as large as a mountain, completely enveloped the Martial Artist's massive form.

Through the intensely hot white light, one could faintly see the Martial Artist's lingering afterimage.

He was struggling violently, howling skywards.

But it was utterly futile.

Like sublimation, masses of black mist evaporated off the Martial Artist, the flesh being destroyed and cracked by the extreme heat. In the bright white light, the shadow of the Martial Artist grew smaller and smaller — skin, muscle, organs...

All of it was stripped away, until only a robust skeleton could be seen.

Eventually, even the skeleton cracked and scattered, turning to dust.

The Martial Artist completely vanished from the battlefield.

With one strike.

A giant, intensely hot sphere of light remained on the battlefield, hundreds of meters in diameter, resembling countless streams of liquid fire flowing upwards. The terrifying shockwave from the explosion surged towards the sky, tearing open the clouds, leaving a void in the overcast heavens.

The air heated up, expanded, forming a gust that swept up dust and pebbles, further transforming into a black dust storm whirling in all directions.

In the midst of the black storm, Su Heng's towering form remained steadfast.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

His eagle-like, blood-colored gaze searched the surroundings for any trace of Xu Hanlin. After receiving power from the Demon Country's Ruler and sprouting wings, Xu Hanlin's speed was extraordinarily fast. If he intended to flee amidst the chaos, it could indeed be somewhat troublesome.

If Su Heng were to pursue, he would likely catch up.

But doing so would waste a lot of time, and there were aspects of the Cloud Heaven Secret Realm that Su Heng had yet to fully understand. After all, the Cloud Heaven Secret Realm only opened once every thirty years, and it was too precious an opportunity for Su Heng to miss.

Just as Su Heng was silently pondering his next move—

Boom!

A blood-colored thunderlight exploded.

In the dazzling thunderlight, a blood-colored arc blade sliced through the air, sweeping towards Su Heng's back of the head in an instant.

He didn't even dodge, letting the sharp strike land on his shoulder. He turned around and looked up, a hint of surprise crossing his face. In the turbulent skies above, Xu Hanlin had not chosen to escape, but to stay and fight.

"Foolish decision," Su Heng sneered, "but it does save me time."

He lifted his head, a massive amount of force being mobilized. His left index finger lit up, dark red light gathering, followed by another blinding golden light beam that streaked across the sky, striking Xu Hanlin heavily. A sun-like, gigantic, bright fireball appeared in the sky, releasing light and heat, causing the surrounding air to heat and twist, and the clouds to evaporate into a massive cavity.

Su Heng yawned, turning to leave.

But he took a step forward and suddenly stopped, his pupils quivering slightly, his mouth agape, his face showing an intrigued expression.