Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 305 Died from dismemberment, died from broken courage
in the dark.

Sun Kening and Han Santong were drenched in sweat, feeling as if they were drowning, the air thick and they couldn't breathe.

"Hehehe... Are you kidding me?"

Han Santong gasped for breath, looking as if he had been pulled out of the water, with hope still lingering in his eyes.

"What you're saying is just like farting."

Liu Sheng chuckled softly, his eyelids drooping.

Sun Kening's face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair stood on end, making him look like a bristling monkey. He looked up at Liu Sheng, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.
"You...you've tricked us!"

"Yes, so what?"

Liu Sheng tilted his head, stared at him, and sneered:
"Dogs are dogs. As their owners, we can keep them if we want, and kill them if we want. What's the problem?"

"you……"

Sun Kening stared in disbelief, recalling how the two had knelt and kowtowed like clowns, being manipulated at will, which completely broke his defenses.

"Oh!"

Just then, Han Santong, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly sprang up like a bouncing ball of flesh, crashing into Liu Sheng's lower body.

At the same time, he held a long nail in his hand. It was dark black, engraved with demons and Buddhas, and its tip was dark red. It was surrounded by billowing black mist, from which wailing was heard and killing intent was boiling.

This item was obtained from an ancient tomb. When it was first created, only a wisp of its aura escaped from it, yet it shattered a true martial arts master from several feet away.

It was a terrifying weapon of destruction, so powerful that even Liu Sheng, who possessed the level 5 indestructible Vajra Body, felt threatened.

At the same time, Sun Kening also let out a low roar, leaping off the ground like a nimble monkey, swinging his arms in a wide arc, his palms radiating a faint light, striking Liu Sheng's forehead even though he was behind.

Having worked together for many years, the two had reached a point of perfect understanding. Now, in this desperate struggle, they unleashed their most powerful attack since their debut in this dark room.

Whether we live or die, we'll see!
"Good stuff, suitable for Ah Jiao."

Liu Sheng's eyes lit up, and with a surge of true energy, his body suddenly expanded as if inflated, and he actually used his head to ram into the fist that Sun Kening was throwing.

His body was enveloped in a surge of jade light and flowing golden radiance. The nine beast phantoms on his body seemed to come back to life, roaring and howling.

"Hey!"

Sun Kening gave a sly laugh, and his arms instantly emitted a series of crackling sounds like firecrackers.

A terrifying force came from behind, surging and piling up in his palm like a flood, and finally slammed into Liu Sheng's forehead.

Demon Ape Tongbei Fist!
"Oh!"

It sounded like a muffled thunderclap, and the shockwave rolled out backward.

"what--"

Sun Kening screamed as both his fists and wrists shattered, blood and bits of flesh splattering everywhere.

There was also a terrifying recoil force that traveled up his two arms, destroying everything in its path, shattering bones and tendons, turning flesh into mud.

He flew out like a tattered sack, crashing into half a house and kicking up clouds of dust.

At the same time, Liu Sheng pressed down with his palm, spreading his five fingers, causing the air in his palm to explode, the airflow to be extremely compressed and expanded, and creating rings of white light.

In the blink of an eye, it struck Han Santong's broad back.

"puff!"

With a muffled thud, Han Santong's chest and back were pierced, blood gushed out like a spring, and his internal organs were pulverized.

His whole body looked like a toad skewered on an iron stick, lifted up by Liu Sheng with one arm, and thrown around, shaking and twitching.

Blood dripped down like rain, splashing onto the ground and creating a crater with a hissing sound.

A cultivator who has entered the Dao realm has had their body and bones tempered by the four realms of martial arts, and then refined day and night by true qi, making them as hard as a thousand-times-forged steel.

But in Liu Sheng's hands, it was as fragile as paper, easily manipulated.

With the strength to uproot mountains! Indestructible!
With these two talents combined, they are virtually invincible.

"呲呲..."

Blood gushed from Han Santong's mouth as he mustered his last strength, gripped the long nail, and stabbed it into the arm that had pierced his chest.

A large hand reached out, grabbed the long nail, and crushed his palm in the process.

"Thank you so much for the long nail magic item as a reward, my friend!"

Liu Sheng expressionlessly put away the long nail, and with a slight tremor of his arm, Han Santong exploded into pieces.

Only a large human head remained, tossed into the air. As it fell, Liu Sheng grabbed it by the braid and held it in his hand.

……

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Sun Kening breathed heavily, struggling to maintain his balance as he fled along a secret path. His movements were uncoordinated after losing both arms, but fortunately, the five senses of a Qi cultivator were powerful. Although he stumbled, he ultimately did not fall, thus saving time.

escape!
The further away the better!

Liu Sheng is nothing short of a demon in human skin!
He and Han Santong, one having achieved great success in the Dao and the other having achieved minor success, joined forces but couldn't even last a single round!
This vicious man! I even tried to take advantage of his woman before!

Damn, we really should cut this thorn in our side!
Sun Kening was both anxious and angry, filled with regret. As for Han Santong, he had long since forgotten about him.

He hurried along until a giant, sheep-shaped rock appeared ahead, at which point he breathed a sigh of relief.

Once you enter the fork in the road behind the rock, you can reach the settlement area, where more than 10,000 local ruffians, gang members, mountain bandits, and river pirates live.

If necessary, several thousand able-bodied men can be drawn from among them as capital to serve Prince Ling.

This grudge must be settled—

"You're only just arriving?"

Just then, a complaint came from under the sheep-shaped boulder, which nearly scared Sun Kening out of his wits.

"Your good brother is getting impatient waiting for you."

Under the cover of night, Liu Sheng, dressed in pristine white, with an indifferent gaze, seemed to sit high on a cloud, like a god looking down upon the mortal world, even though he was right in front of him.

The severed head in his hand was still dripping blood, its eyes wide open, staring straight at Sun Kening, its death unresolved.

Han Santong!
What should I do? Am I going to die here tonight, like Old Han, with my head ripped off?
I... I...

Sun Kening was both anxious and afraid. The more he feared, the more anxious he became. As his blood rushed to his head, he felt a "crack" inside his body, as if something had shattered.

"Uh……"

A surge of yellow-green bitter fluid welled up inside him, and his stomach ached terribly. He collapsed to his knees, unable to catch his breath, and died on the spot.

He was scared to death, his courage shattered.

"Is that all the courage you have?"

Liu Sheng frowned, a look of disgust appearing in his eyes.

He shook his head, stepped forward to cut off the head and loot the corpse, carrying the two heads in his hands, and swaggered away.

at the same time.

The atmosphere was unusually tense in front of the White Lotus Army's garrison at Xifeng.

Old He led three hundred soldiers, blocking the gate of the garrison, ignoring the noise and curses coming from the gate, fence, and arrow tower, and refused to retreat an inch.

"Old He, what are you doing here in the middle of the night, bringing people to ambush us?"

At the gate, a general with a bear-like build shouted impatiently:

"I'll strike you ten times. If you don't retreat, I'll have my men charge and kill you. You'll be responsible for any deaths or injuries. Don't say I didn't warn you!"

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

The voice of the White Lotus Army general was like a death warrant, cold and ruthless.

Old He was sweating profusely. He glanced at the burly man in black robes with a red face beside him, his throat seemed to be choked with phlegm, and he hesitated to speak.

This burly man was over ten feet tall, with broad shoulders and a powerful build. His body was as strong as if it had been cast in steel, and he was full of explosive power.

He was holding a long sword and resting with his eyes closed.

Before setting off, the man came with a knife in his hand and said that all Lao He needed to do was lead his men to block the entrance of the White Lotus Army's garrison, and he could handle everything else.

But now...

"three!"

"two!"

"Okay."

Just then, the burly man with the red face suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shining like gold, looking fierce and menacing.

It was none other than the incarnation of Blood Tiger!
He glanced at the original body, who had returned like a ghost carrying a severed head, grinned, and strode forward towards the White Lotus Army's encampment:

"Retreat a hundred paces to be on guard; anyone who leaves the encampment shall be killed."

After he finished speaking, black mist emanated from his body, and a cold wind howled around him.

A cloth wrapped around a knife fell down, revealing a terrifying, blood-red demonic blade with a ferocious, malevolent face and an aura of dread.

(End of this chapter)