137: With a single claw, it shattered Wang Qiang; its dragon scales withstood concentrated fire without sustaining any damage!

The center of the battlefield.

Lu Sheng scanned the surrounding encirclement that had reformed, his golden vertical pupils instantly locking onto Wang Qiang, who was still jumping around giving orders.

“Wear me down?”

Lu Sheng grinned, revealing a row of forest-white teeth, his gaze playful.

“Then let’s see if you can actually do it.”

“Boom!”

The ground exploded again.

Lu Sheng's figure pulled out an afterimage, pouncing straight for Wang Qiang!

Wang Qiang felt a chill rush from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head; the shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

“His target is me! Quick! Attack him! Don't let him get close!!”

Wang Qiang screamed as he retreated, simultaneously holding the Lingyuan Great Axe horizontally across his chest.

A dozen Level 5 Spirit Source Users reacted, one after another releasing their strongest long-range skills.

This was an open gambit.

If Lu Sheng wanted to kill Wang Qiang, he would have to expose his back to everyone and tank this wave of concentrated fire.

“Boom boom boom—!!”

Fireballs, wind blades, and earth spikes—a multi-colored torrent of spirit source blasted toward Lu Sheng's back like a violent storm.

Looking at Lu Sheng, who was close at hand and hadn't slowed down at all, a flash of frantic joy crossed Wang Qiang's eyes.

“He's not dodging?! Haha! This idiot is dead for sure!”

With such dense attacks, even alloy steel plates would be blasted into dross!

However...

No one answered him.

Lu Sheng's indifferent face rapidly enlarged in Wang Qiang's pupils.

That dark-gold Dragon Claw, carrying a whistle that tore through the air, ignored all the attacks behind him and came down over his head!

“Slap!”

Like smashing a ripe watermelon.

Lu Sheng's claw exploded Wang Qiang's skull.

Red and white matter mixed with bone fragments splashed in all directions. Wang Qiang's headless corpse, still maintaining a posture of ecstasy, fell straight down.

At the same time.

“Rumble—!!!”

A dozen violent spirit source attacks slammed solidly into Lu Sheng's back.

The massive explosion shook the entire villa. Dust rose everywhere, obscuring everyone's vision.

Lei Lie stood up abruptly, a sharp light flashing in his eyes: “A hit! At such close range, even if he doesn't die, he’ll lose a layer of skin!”

The dust slowly dispersed.

Everyone stared intently at the center of the explosion.

They saw Lu Sheng still standing tall beside Wang Qiang's corpse.

The pristine naval coat on his back had been blown open with a large hole, revealing... a layer of unscathed, golden-glittering Dragon Scales inside!

Not even a single white scratch was left behind!

“This... how is this possible?!”

A fire-element spirit source User shouted in a breakdown, his jaw nearly hitting the floor: “My Explosive Flame Art can melt even tank armor, and it couldn't even break his defense?!”

Lu Sheng slowly turned around.

He reached out and brushed the dust off his shoulder. The Blood Devourer Dragon Rune in his palm lit up once more. The spirit source consumed in that instant was fully replenished as Wang Qiang's blood and Qi flooded in.

He looked at this group of desperate lambs, his voice like the whisper of a death god.

“Were you just scratching an itch for me...”

“Since you can't hurt me, it's my turn.”

“Oh no, run... run quickly!!”

Someone was the first to shout.

The siege formation that had been so aggressive just moments ago instantly collapsed.

No, man.

They couldn't hurt him!

They couldn't block him!

What the Hell was the point of fighting!

A dozen Level 5 experts who usually threw their weight around in Hanwu City were now like rabbits scared out of their wits, turning to dash for the doors and windows.

“Want to run?”

Lu Sheng stood in place, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel arc.

“Now... it's too late.”

As his voice fell.

Lu Sheng's figure instantly disappeared.

At this moment, he was no longer a warrior fighting a defensive counterattack, but an assassin moving through the shadows.

“Puchi!”

A golden light flashed.

A wind-element spirit source User who had just reached the window suddenly stiffened.

His head slowly slid off, the cut on his neck smooth as a mirror. Blood sprayed out, dyeing the curtains a deep red.

Lu Sheng's figure vanished behind him in a flash, not a single drop of blood staining his Dragon Claw.

“Third one.”

The cold voice echoed in the hall like a death god's countdown.

“Aaaah! Fight him to the death!!”

An earth-element spirit source User, seeing no hope of escape, roared as his body was covered in a layer of thick rock armor, swinging a stone fist at the afterimage.

“Too fragile.”

Lu Sheng's figure appeared abruptly in front of him. Without any flourishes, he simply swung a claw.

“Crack!”

The hard rock armor was as fragile as a biscuit before the Dragon Claw.

The sharp claws instantly shredded the defense, tearing the flesh-and-blood body inside into several pieces of minced meat.

Blood Devourer Rune activated!

Surging blood, Qi, and spirit source flooded in.

Lu Sheng felt himself becoming more energized the more he killed. The spirit source in his body surged like a great river; his speed didn't slow down, but instead grew faster and faster!

This was a one-sided slaughter.

“Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!”

The sound of sharp claws entering flesh continued incessantly.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and curses intertwined, playing a movement from Hell.

Blood gathered into streams, winding across the marble floor.

In less than a minute.

The dozen or so Level 5 Spirit Source Users who had been so arrogant just now had all turned into a floor full of mangled corpses.

In the entire banquet hall, besides Lu Sheng, there was no longer anyone standing—except for Lei Lie and Yang Chao in the main seats, and Li Han huddled in the corner.

Lu Sheng stood in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

His white clothes had long been dyed red with blood, but the golden Dragon Scales on his body grew even more brilliant, appearing eerie and divine against the reflection of the blood-light.

He slowly raised his head, his golden vertical pupils showing no trace of fatigue, only an unsatisfied excitement.

“Whew...”

Lu Sheng exhaled a breath of turbid air. The Blood Devourer Dragon Rune in his palm was so red it was turning purple.

That was a sign of overflowing spirit source.

“This is the human wave tactic you were so proud of?”

Lu Sheng stepped through the pools of blood, walking step by step toward the main seats.

With every step, his Aura rose another notch, and that terrifying Dragon Might pressed toward the trio of Lei Lie like something physical.

“Anyone else?”

Lu Sheng tilted his head, his gaze playfully looking at the ashen-faced Lei Lie.

“If not...”

He raised his still-dripping Dragon Claw and pointed it at Lei Lie's head.

“Then it's your turn, Chairman Lei.”

At the main seat.

Lei Lie gripped the armrests tightly, his nails sinking deep into the rosewood.

In his eyes, for the first time, a look of solemnity finally appeared.

This kid... is he human or ghost?!

After killing so many people and using so many skills, why hasn't his breath weakened at all? Instead, it's even stronger than when he first came in?!

This completely contradicts the Law of Conservation of Spirit Source!

Beside him, Yang Chao's face was unsightly; he didn't even dare to play with his dagger anymore.

In the corner, Li Han was shaking like a sieve, his mouth constantly muttering: “I knew it... I knew it...”

Lu Sheng walked to the end of the long table and kicked over a chair blocking his way.

“Come.”

He curled his finger at Lei Lie.

“Let me measure just how much weight you, this so-called Association Chairman, actually carry.”

“Or...”

Lu Sheng's gaze swept over the three of them, his smile grim.

“The three of you come at me together?”

PS: Today's update (2/4).