181: Deep in the land of God's forsaken

A circle of over three hundred people tightly surrounded Han Qing.

Chen Tianyu walked slowly toward Han Qing, step by step, with his hands behind his back.

He stared intently at Han Qing with the playful mockery of a cat catching a mouse, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"Why aren't you running anymore?"

His voice was full of pleasure.

"Now, do you regret provoking this Young Master even just a little bit?"

Looking at his smug, villainous face, Han Qing simply asked calmly in return, "Are you feeling very proud right now? Do you enjoy this feeling of playing with others' lives in the palm of your hand?"

"Heh!"

Chen Tianyu sneered, his handsome face twisting slightly due to jealousy and anger.

"What I hate most is this attitude of yours! This calm, unruffled, and pretentiously noble look!"

He pointed at Han Qing and nearly roared, "What kind of thing are you? Just a Loose Cultivator who crawled out of some backwater wilderness! How can you compare to me? How can you fight me?"

"Your birth, your background, your resources, everything about you is worthless before me! That ridiculous nobility of yours is, in my eyes, the height of stupidity!"

"It's not a pretense of nobility."

Han Qing shook his head, a trace of genuine pity in his eyes.

"I truly look down on you."

"I can't be bothered to reason with you because you wouldn't understand. You're not my grandson, so I have no obligation to teach you how to be a person."

He looked at Chen Tianyu's face, which had turned the color of pig liver from rage, and a playful arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Since you think you've already caught me..."

"Then, if you have the guts..."

"Follow me."

The moment his voice fell, the effect of A Step to the Horizon activated once again!

Han Qing's figure left a faint afterimage where he stood.

He had already turned into a streak of light, charging instantly into the dense gray mist without looking back!

He had entered the depths of the Land of the Forsaken Gods!

"Bastard!"

Chen Tianyu howled in a violent rage!

He never imagined that the other party could still escape while surrounded by over three hundred people!

He whipped around and cursed at the guards behind him who were still dazed, "You useless trash! Idiots! Are all three hundred of you blind? How did you let him run away?"

The guards were all dumbfounded.

They truly hadn't reacted in time!

That kid's speed was simply too fast and too eerie! In just a blink of an eye, he was gone!

"Young Lord, should we still pursue?" one guard asked in a small voice, bracing himself.

That was the depths of the Land of the Forsaken Gods!

It was a place where legends said entry meant a ninety percent chance of death!

"Pursue!"

Chen Tianyu gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a madman.

"Of course we pursue! If I don't go in today and kill him with my own hands, won't I, Chen Tianyu, become a laughingstock?"

He had already been blinded by anger and humiliation.

"If I don't chase him, I'm not a man!"

The group was helpless; though their hearts were filled with fear of the unknown depths, they could only brace themselves, circulate their spiritual energy, and follow Chen Tianyu headfirst into the thick gray fog.

Upon entering the depths, everyone felt the surrounding pressure suddenly increase several times over!

The viscous gray mist not only severely obstructed their vision but also felt as if countless invisible hands were tightly pulling at their Divine Sense, compressing the range they could investigate to a tiny area.

In this thick fog, they completely lost Han Qing's trail... Han Qing moved cautiously, immediately changing directions several times after entering the depths.

He had long since shaken off Chen Tianyu's group.

If that Chen Tianyu could still accurately track him in this environment, he would truly have to look at him in a new light.

However, being constantly chased like this was also quite boring.

He would just treat it as a way to amuse himself with this reckless profligate.

He also discovered that although the energy in the depths of the Land of the Forsaken Gods was full of violent negative aura, if guided properly, it had unexpected effects for tempering the Physical Body.

Thus, he slowed his pace, and as he advanced, he began to try guiding the violent energy of this place to refine his Physical Body.

At the same time, he began to slowly adapt to the unique Law suppression here.

As for the blood of the ancient gods, Wind and Fire had only said they luckily found it in the depths of the Land of the Forsaken Gods. They themselves couldn't say for sure which direction it was in.

Han Qing could only search for it slowly on his own.

He didn't know exactly how many tens of thousands of miles he had traveled.

The deeper he went, the greater the pressure from heaven and earth became.

During this period, he also experienced no less than several hundred battles.

His opponents were all unique demonic creatures from the depths of the Land of the Forsaken Gods.

These demonic creatures were similar in form to the Yao Beasts of the outside world, but they were even more ferocious and unafraid of death.

They seemed to have no intelligence, with only the purest desire for slaughter and destruction in their eyes.

With Han Qing's strength at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm and his rich combat experience, the vast majority of demonic creatures he encountered were naturally slain with a single sword strike.

But now, he had encountered a tough nut to crack.

It was a terrifying demonic creature with strength comparable to the Mid-stage Soul Transformation.

The demonic creature resembled a colorful fierce tiger, but its size was as large as a small mountain.

Its body was covered in pitch-black armor, its eyes burned with blood-colored flames, and every roar caused the surrounding gray mist to surge violently.

Relying on his strength at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm, Han Qing fought with this Tiger Beast Demon Creature for a long time.

He fought while retreating, pushing his movement techniques and swordsmanship to their absolute limits.

But the gap in strength was, after all, an insurmountable chasm.

Ultimately, he was still forced into a desperate situation by this terrifying demonic creature.

It was a black cliff ten thousand zhang high, with no way back.

The Tiger Beast Demon Creature looked at the cornered Han Qing, a trace of human-like cruelty appearing in its blood-colored eyes.

It approached Han Qing step by step, its massive body bringing an oppressive sense of suffocation.

Leaning against the cold cliff, Han Qing looked at the giant beast before him and sighed helplessly.

"You beast, it seems you also think you've caught me?"

He shook his head, a strange smile appearing on his face.

"Forget it, having power but not using it is truly... quite stifling."

"So..."

His gaze instantly became ice-cold.

"Go to hell!"

The moment his voice fell!

The Realm attack of the Void Refining Realm boomed open!

The Tiger Beast Demon Creature that was approaching step by step suddenly froze!

In its beastly pupils burning with blood-flame, an emotion called 'fear' appeared for the first time!

It felt an irresistible, absolute suppression coming from a higher level of life!

It was already too late.

Han Qing simply raised his hand casually and gave a light, distant swat toward it.

A massive palm that blotted out the sun, condensed from the Origin Qi of heaven and earth, appeared out of thin air and then slammed down ruthlessly!

Boom—!

That Tiger Beast Demon Creature, with strength comparable to a Mid-stage Soul Transformation, didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Its mountain-sized, indestructible body was crushed under that giant palm as easily as a fragile egg.

Han Qing looked at the masterpiece before him and smiled with satisfaction.

This feeling of crushing everything is indeed more comfortable.

He stepped forward and skillfully collected the demonic creature's corpse into his Storage Bracelet; Materials must not be wasted.

He continued forward.

After crossing another mountain ten thousand ren high.

Bursts of intense fighting sounds and the roars of beasts suddenly came from ahead.

Han Qing's heart stirred.

He thought that other adventurer teams had also ventured deep into this place.

He was quite surprised.

A team was actually faster than him? Their strength must be decent.

He restrained his aura and quietly approached the direction of the sound.

When he pushed aside the thick fog and saw the scene ahead clearly, he realized that those fighting the Demonic Beasts were not the team of Cultivators he had imagined.

Instead, it was a group of savages?

Not exactly savages.

More accurately, they should be a group of natives living here.

These people wore crude animal skins and were exceptionally tall, with an average height of around two and a half meters.

Their skin was bronze-colored, and their bodies were covered in explosive muscles, full of primitive and wild power.

The leading warrior was nearly three meters tall, like a moving iron tower, looking exceptionally robust.

Han Qing keenly noticed that there were no spiritual energy fluctuations on these natives, meaning they did not know how to Cultivate.

They were fighting entirely with pure physical strength.

Yet their physical strength was incredibly startling. Even the most ordinary warrior had a physical toughness comparable to a Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the outside world!

And that robust leading warrior's physical toughness had almost reached the level of the Golden Core Realm!

At this moment, they were besieging a massive Demonic Beast.

It was a hideous demonic creature that looked like a pangolin but was covered in black bone armor.

Han Qing noticed that the equipment of these natives was simply terrible.

The weapons in their hands were a mixed bag: thick wooden clubs, sharpened giant stone spears, and some were rusted iron tools picked up from who-knows-where.

When these crude weapons struck the Bone Armor Demonic Beast, they only made clanging sounds and sent sparks flying, barely dealing any effective damage.

Several corpses of Native Warriors already lay on the ground, having died miserable deaths.

But the remaining warriors did not retreat.

They continued to roar, charging at the Demonic Beast again and again, unafraid of death.

Han Qing watched silently from the side.

A young warrior, in order to cover his companions, had his waist bitten through by the Demonic Beast.

But before he died, he still used all his strength to thrust the stone spear in his hand deep into the Demonic Beast's relatively soft underbelly.

Han Qing couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration.

He's a real man.

However, the situation of the battle remained grim.

The Bone Armor Demonic Beast was completely enraged.

It madly swung its massive tail, sending one Native Warrior after another flying.

Even the robust leader had several deep wounds that exposed his bones; it looked like he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

The entire group fell into despair.

Just as the Bone Armor Demonic Beast opened its bloody maw, preparing to swallow the heavily injured leader in one bite...

A cyan sword light shot out from the side without any warning.

It was as fast as a flash of lightning.

Puchi!

It shot into the Bone Armor Demonic Beast's eye socket, instantly piercing through its brain.