11: Crush them? Crush them!

At midnight, Chen Heng opened his eyes precisely.

Looking at the Optimization count on the System panel, which had turned to one, Chen Heng sat up.

On the table lay the qi and blood decoction Xiao He had prepared for him earlier; he now only needed to Optimize and consume them.

"Optimization."

The qi and blood decoction disappeared. Chen Heng skillfully opened his system backpack and took out the blood refining powder.

Pinching his nose, Chen Heng directly swallowed the blood refining powder, which after Optimization, was only fifteen portions.

Instantly, a burning sensation erupted from within his body.

"So good..." Chen Heng gritted his teeth, enduring without making a sound.

A few minutes later, Chen Heng, drenched in sweat, collapsed onto the bed.

Opening the System panel, Chen Heng grinned.

"Name: Chen Heng"

"Realm: Huajin"

"Qi and Blood: 2400"

"Very good, Cool Daoist old dog, today I will take your dog head."

Pulling out the hundred-jin heavy saber from under the bed, Chen Heng stood up.

He took off his long gown and changed into a black short attire.

That long gown was made of brocade; Chen Heng would feel pained if it got dirty or torn.

Under the moonlight, Chen Heng stealthily entered the Cool Daoist's courtyard.

Chen Heng took a deep breath, ready to kill.

The Indestructible Vajra Divine Art operated at full power, and a layer of keratin comparable to armor appeared on Chen Heng's skin.

With his Qi and blood fully mobilized, Chen Heng's physique expanded by another circle.

His arm muscles bulged, like venomous snakes coiled together.

Wisps of hot air rose from Chen Heng's head, and his entire body temperature rapidly increased.

"Cool! Daoist! Old! Dog!"

"Die for me!"

With an angry roar, Chen Heng rushed out like a cannonball.

The sleeping Cool Daoist was startled awake by the roar.

As he opened his eyes, he saw a brawny man over two meters tall crashing through the wall and rushing in.

Chen Heng was like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, a violent thunder, carrying a bloody Aura that surged towards him!

The heavy saber in his hand tore through the air, striking directly at the Cool Daoist's skull with an incredibly ferocious and sinister posture.

The Cool Daoist couldn't dodge in time and could only try to resist with his arm.

With a crunch, the heavy saber in Chen Heng's hand directly split the Cool Daoist's arm in two.

Blood splattered, spraying all over Xu Qingyan's face, who was nearby.

"Ah!!!" Xu Qingyan screamed. As a courtesan from a brothel, how could she have ever witnessed such a brutal scene?

"White Zombie! Rise!" The Cool Daoist endured the intense pain and quickly retreated, forming a hand seal. A zombie, completely white, appeared behind Chen Heng.

"You brat, I originally intended to let you enjoy a few more days, but it seems I can't keep you alive!"

The Cool Daoist's face was distorted with rage, gnashing his teeth as he clutched his empty arm.

"Enough talk! Die!"

Chen Heng wasted no words, stomping his foot hard and rapidly closing the distance between him and the Cool Daoist.

"White Zombie! Kill him!" At the Cool Daoist's command, the completely White Zombie blocked Chen Heng's path.

While the White Zombie held Chen Heng back, the Cool Daoist formed another hand seal.

"Purple Zombie! Rise!"

Suddenly, the small courtyard was filled with howling yin wind, and six coffins emerged from the ground.

The coffin lids shattered, and six zombies, completely purple, opened their murky eyes.

"I will skin you alive and tear your bones apart!" The Cool Daoist glared fiercely at Chen Heng.

His arm couldn't be reattached; he would be a one-armed man for the rest of his life.

Facing the encirclement of six Purple Zombies and one White Zombie, Chen Heng also felt some pressure.

But he had to kill the Cool Daoist today; otherwise, his family... no, the entire Fulai County would turn into Hell.

"First Style, Tiger Roar!"

The heavy saber in Chen Heng's hand swung, tearing through the air and emitting a soul-stirring Tiger Roar.

The six Purple Zombies' movements paused, and Chen Heng instantly seized the opening.

The heavy saber flashed, and a Purple Zombie's head fell to the ground.

"The first one!" Chen Heng extended one finger.

"Once these beasts are all dead, it will be your turn."

Chen Heng's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the Cool Daoist, who was hiding behind, recuperating.

Just then, the White Zombie approached Chen Heng at an extremely fast speed.

Its fingernails elongated, transforming into a row of sharp bone blades.

Chen Heng reacted too late and was stabbed in the chest by the White Zombie.

Both the man and the zombie stopped moving, and the entire small courtyard fell into an eerie silence.

"Hmph, a mere martial artist, nothing more than that."

The Cool Daoist snorted coldly upon seeing this, completely forgetting how he lost his arm.

"Is that all the White Zombie has?" Chen Heng's voice rang out, startling the Cool Daoist and making his hair stand on end.

"How could you not be dead?!"

"I thought your White Zombie was much stronger, it made me so worried."

Chen Heng looked up and grinned.

The Cool Daoist's pupils contracted as he looked at the unbelievable scene before him.

The White Zombie's bone blades were pressed against Chen Heng's chest, unable to advance an inch, while its hands were grasped by Chen Heng with one hand.

"Die."

As his voice fell, a cold light flashed from the heavy saber in Chen Heng's hand.

The White Zombie's head fell to the ground.

"Five Purple Zombies remaining."

The remaining few Purple Zombies were no match for Chen Heng at all, and were chopped into pieces of meat as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

"It's your turn." Chen Heng raised the heavy saber in his hand, grinning ferociously.

That smile, in the Cool Daoist's eyes, was as terrifying as a Yama come to claim a life.

Even now, he couldn't understand how the rich young master, who had been so frail just two days ago, could suddenly become so strong?

His body felt several times stronger than his own White Zombie.

"Come here and die obediently, and I can give you a quick death."

Chen Heng slowly walked towards the Cool Daoist, the pleasure of the threat being swept away filling his entire body.

"soul suppressing bell!" The Cool Daoist's face was filled with horror as he pulled out the bell he had previously used to summon Xiao He's soul.

Ding!

With a muffled clang, Chen Heng immediately felt the world spin.

More than a dozen small, greenish ghosts pounced on Chen Heng, attempting to gnaw at his flesh and blood.

"Since you don't want to die a quick death, then I will grant you your wish."

"Hahahahaha! How can you, a mere martial artist, deal with my soul suppressing bell?"

Seeing Chen Heng being held back by the little ghosts, the Cool Daoist laughed heartily.

Normally, martial artists could deal with monsters and evil demons.

But they absolutely could not deal with incorporeal ghosts!

If Chen Heng were just an ordinary martial artist, he would truly have fallen into the Cool Daoist's trap.

Unfortunately, Chen Heng was not normal.

Just as the Cool Daoist was about to deliver a fatal blow to Chen Heng, a sudden change occurred.

Ink-black spectral flames ignited from Chen Heng's body, enveloping his entire being.

Eerie black patterns crawled all over his body, transforming Chen Heng's Aura from violent to demonic.

Those little ghosts clinging to Chen Heng and gnawing at him all suffered, without exception, all devoured by the ink-black spectral flames.

More than a dozen wisps of ghostly Qi drilled into Chen Heng's body, turning his pupils from black to green.

The Cool Daoist stared dumbfounded at Chen Heng before him.

His proud soul suppressing bell and little ghosts were actually broken by Chen Heng so easily?

"No! What are you?!" The Cool Daoist seemed to have thought of something, his face contorted in horror.

Even his voice became shrill.

"Me?" Chen Heng's verdant pupils stared intently at the Cool Daoist.

"I am, of course, human."