61: White Tiger Geng Golden Sword, great success!

Heh heh, just kidding.

Pfft!

A thick, bloody mist erupted, sending Chen Heng flying.

Slashing away the thick mist around him with a single strike, Chen Heng frowned as he looked at the figure before him.

No, he could no longer be called a person; this was a monster through and through.

Standing over three meters tall, his entire body was made of flesh composed of those bloodworms.

His bloated yet taut physique exuded a sense of power.

"Shanshao!?"

Only then did Chen Heng remember that the Wutong God's image was that of a fierce Shanshao.

"Hahahaha, I have become a god; you Mortals are all ants."

"You Mortal, you obstruct my path to ascension, you deserve to die!"

As his voice fell, a fist the size of a millstone appeared before Chen Heng.

"Holy crap!" Chen Heng raised his saber to block.

Clang!

With a dull thud, Chen Heng was knocked back more than ten meters, and two deep grooves appeared on the ground.

"What immense strength." Chen Heng shook his slightly numb hands, then looked up at Wu Qi with a sneer.

"Not bad, finally someone strong enough to spar with me!"

This monster's strength was three parts greater than Qi Longhu's, and slightly weaker than Chen Heng's.

Normally, where would Chen Heng have the opportunity to fight to the death with someone? He couldn't just spar with others and go for the kill, could he?

But this monster in front of him was different; Chen Heng could act as he pleased.

Tearing off his upper garment, Chen Heng let loose.

His height increased to two and a half meters, his muscles instantly swelled, and a faint golden layer appeared on his skin.

Python-like blood vessels coiled around Chen Heng's body; Wu Qi even heard the sound of his blood flowing.

"Come on, let's have a good spar!" Chen Heng's eyes were bloodshot, a state that only occurred when he fully circulated his Qi and blood.

Wisps of white Qi drifted from Chen Heng's body, and his entire being, like an ancient beast, exuded an almost savage aura.

"Yagyu Han! Clear out everything within five li around here, I'm going all out!"

With a furious roar, Yagyu Han, far away at the mountain gate, was startled.

He had witnessed Chen Heng and Qi Longhu's sparring before and could roughly imagine what Chen Heng looked like when fighting with full power.

He couldn't help but swallow hard.

After shouting that, Chen Heng had fulfilled his duty.

If any uncontrollable collateral damage occurred again, they could only blame their bad luck!

"Come!"

Chen Heng stomped his foot fiercely, and the ground instantly fractured.

"Crack!"

Wu Qi was not to be outdone, letting out a shriek as he charged at Chen Heng.

Puff puff puff puff puff!

The black fiend blade in Chen Heng's hand fell upon Wu Qi's body like a meat grinder, slicing off piece after piece of flesh.

Wu Qi seemed to feel no pain, his fists raining down on Chen Heng's body.

Yet, he couldn't harm Chen Heng in the slightest, unable even to cause a tiny deformation in his flesh.

"Come on! Hit harder!"

Chen Heng grew more excited with each strike, and the black fiend blade in his hand accelerated again.

Swish!

The saber light flashed, and Wu Qi's large head flew into the sky.

Blood sprayed even two meters high, drenching Chen Heng entirely in blood.

"Is it over?" Chen Heng looked at the headless corpse before him, a little bewildered.

But the next moment, Wu Qi's head, which had fallen to the ground, turned into blood and drilled back into the corpse.

"Giggle giggle giggle."

A brand new head grew back, and a new round of attacks began again.

"You can't kill me!"

"I have become a god! How can a Mortal slay a god!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Both their fighting styles were quite abnormal, neither dodging the other's attacks.

When Chen Heng's black fiend blade landed on Wu Qi, it would cut off a piece of flesh, but it would instantly regenerate the next moment.

Wu Qi's fists striking Chen Heng's body only produced dull clanging sounds, unable to harm Chen Heng in the slightest.

"God?"

Chen Heng grinned, the expression on his face subtly turning a little crazed.

"So what if you're a god?"

"You bleed."

"You get hurt."

"As long as you can get hurt and bleed, that means you can die!"

Chen Heng's black fiend blade, enveloped in Geng Metal Qi, delivered a powerful downward chop to Wu Qi.

A phantom of a White Tiger appeared behind him, then drilled into his body and vanished.

The White Tiger Geng Metal Saber has advanced further, Minor Achievement → Major Achievement.

"Oh, a Martial Skill even reached Major Achievement after a fight." This was an unexpected pleasant surprise for Chen Heng.

He had originally planned to use Optimization attempts to max it out directly after reaching the Profound realm.

Now, that's good, it's saved.

"Mortals are just Mortals, arrogant and presumptuous."

Just as Chen Heng was savoring the Major Achievement White Tiger Geng Metal Saber, Wu Qi's gender-ambiguous strange voice rang out again.

He saw the two halves of the corpse slowly rejoining, standing up again.

"How about it?"

"Despair, right?"

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?" Chen Heng chuckled, scrutinizing Wu Qi from head to toe.

His body was noticeably smaller than before; it seemed his resurrection was not without cost.

"I was just worried I couldn't find such a high-quality target for my saber practice."

"Come on! Continue!"

Wu Qi froze for a moment; how did he feel that this person in front of him was even crazier than himself?

Shouldn't one feel fear and despair upon seeing an unkillable monster?

Why was he getting more and more excited?

But Chen Heng wouldn't give Wu Qi time to think; he just wanted to try out the Major Achievement White Tiger Geng Metal Saber!

Five li away, Yagyu Han was looking out at Dacian Temple from the top of a tree.

"Is this really a battle between living people?"

Yagyu Han couldn't help but sigh in admiration; his big brother was indeed formidable.

He even saw his big brother carrying half of the Hall of Great Heroes and smashing it onto that monster.

"I wonder how the Hall Master is doing; it should be soon, right?"

Half an hour later, Dacian Temple, which had been razed to the ground, finally returned to calm.

Amidst the entire ruin, Chen Heng single-handedly gripped Wu Qi's head, lifting him from the ground.

The originally over three-meter-tall Wu Qi had now shrunk to the size of a ten-year-old child, incredibly weak.

Even the blood pool in the Hall of Great Heroes had dried up, leaving only a few half-dead bloodworms still wriggling.

"What kind of monster are you..."

Wu Qi struggled to open one eye, looking at Chen Heng with extreme terror.

This guy was stronger than him, had tougher defenses than him.

His stamina also seemed endless.

Most terrifyingly, this person was even crazier than a cultist like him.

"Me?" Chen Heng thought for a moment, then looked at the half-dead Wu Qi.

"I am just an ordinary Mortal Martial Artist."

"Then why can you slay a god!????"

Wu Qi struggled, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

If he had just three more minutes, the ascension ritual would have been completed.

By then, his strength would be vastly different from what it was now!

"Don't insult 'gods'." Chen Heng rolled his eyes.

"If someone like you can be called a god, then am I not even more powerful than a god?"

"Seeing as you gave me a good workout, I can give you a quick end."

"But before that, I have a question."

Chen Heng's grip suddenly tightened, causing Wu Qi to shriek in pain.

"Were the people of Shigou Village killed by you all?"

"Hahahaha, they were merely Mortals, it's their honor to be refined into ascension pills by us!"

Wu Qi knew he wouldn't survive, so he became even more reckless.

"What, you want those ascension pills?"

"I've hidden the ascension pills beneath Dacian Temple, go look for them yourself!"

"Kill me! If you dare, kill..."

"Noisy." Chen Heng was annoyed by Wu Qi's incessant chatter, so he tightened his grip and directly crushed Wu Qi's head.