The person is perfect, but the system is stuck in a fantastical sewer.

"boom!"

At this moment, a layer of dark red runes appeared on Wang Teng's skin, like the veins of the Acacia Heartbreak Red rooted in his flesh and blood.

Those golden feather swords, powerful enough to pierce gold and split stone, struck his chest and arms, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Then, with a few clangs, it shattered completely, leaving not even a white mark!

"How is this possible? Your physical body is even tougher than that of a pure-blooded being?!"

For the first time, fear appeared in Jinpeng's sharp bird eyes.

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

Wang Teng instantly rushed to Jin Peng's side, and his Soul Lock-on at the Spirit Transformation Realm made it impossible for the opponent to avoid it.

He sneered, his five fingers forming claws, and suddenly gripped the golden wings of the Golden Roc, which were said to be able to fight a true dragon.

"Get down here!"

Wang Teng roared, unleashing his five million jin of divine power combined with a 10000% increase in physical strength.

At this moment, the ten grottoes behind him spun wildly, and the overflowing spiritual energy almost burst this space apart.

"Hey——!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed across the Treasure Sharing Cliff. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd...

Wang Teng actually managed to withstand Jin Peng's diving momentum by using the strength of his two arms.

His arm muscles bulged out like coiled dragons, and he tore them apart with tremendous force!

"Sizzle—!"

A vast rain of golden blood fell, accompanied by countless fallen feathers.

That arrogant half-blood golden roc was actually torn off its entire huge wing in mid-air by Wang Teng, just like tearing apart a roast chicken!

The once majestic ancient remnant was now bleeding profusely from half its body, falling to the ground like a rag doll, writhing in agony.

"Glug."

Shi Hao stood on the ground, still holding the broken sword in his hand, and subconsciously swallowed.

He thought he was already ruthless enough, but he never expected that this seemingly gentle older brother would be even more like an ancient ferocious beast when he got into a fight.

"That's too brutal... But those wings must smell amazing when roasted!"

The little one muttered to himself, his eyes already searching for the fattest and most succulent parts of the golden roc's body.

Wang Teng landed steadily, carrying the huge golden roc wing in one hand.

He casually tossed it to the ground and looked coldly at the mutated white tiger that was already terrified.

"Next, it's your turn, you 'big cat' with the hook."

At this moment, the white tiger's body was covered in black demonic patterns that trembled violently, revealing its previously arrogant and evil god-like aura.

Faced with Wang Teng's unreasonable physical crushing force, it actually began to shrink.

White Tiger stared wide-eyed at "Brother Peng," who had just been so full of vigor.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a bloody "one-winged free-range chicken," its fierce aura instantly replaced by chilling terror.

Its once-proud magic runes flickered violently, as if short-circuited due to fear.

As Wang Teng's figure, bathed in golden blood rain and resembling a demon god reincarnated, approached step by step.

This ferocious beast, which claims to possess the bloodline of an evil god, has lost all fighting spirit.

"Roar...no, you monster!"

The white tiger let out a distorted roar, no longer caring about revenge.

With a sudden burst of energy from his limbs, the menacing scorpion tail behind him even shrank into a ball due to extreme terror.

It transformed into a dark afterimage, frantically darting into the pile of rocks deep in the mountain valley, wishing its parents would give it two more legs.

"Trying to run? Did you ask my fists first?"

Wang Teng snorted coldly, and his spiritual senses, cultivated at the Spirit Transformation Realm, instantly locked onto the target.

He didn't use any special techniques; he simply touched the ground with his toes, and his figure streaked across the sky like a pink lightning bolt.

In the blink of an eye, they covered a distance of a hundred meters and intercepted the White Tiger's inevitable path.

"Little one! Heat the oil! This big cat has really good muscle; today we're having fried tiger ribs!"

Wang Teng shouted something behind him without turning his head.

"Alright! Big brother, hurry up! Junior sister has some ready-made 'Li Huo' here, and the fire is blazing!"

Upon hearing that it was time to eat, Shi Hao became more enthusiastic than anyone else.

He skillfully pulled out a large, gleaming black-gold pot from his storage bag, and then, from who knows where, produced several jars of animal fat.

With a "whoosh," it was all poured into the pot.

Huo Ling'er was still in shock from Wang Teng tearing Jin Peng apart.

But at that moment, he subconsciously activated the warm jade bracelet on his wrist, and a pure flame instantly blazed at the bottom of the pot.

The white tiger was terrified when it saw the little one already burning oil. In desperation, it jumped over the wall.

With a sudden flick of its scorpion tail, a black, corrosive mark was slashed across the void.

"die!"

Without dodging or avoiding, Wang Teng suddenly extended his right hand, his five fingers like steel hooks piercing directly through the layer of black mist that was strong enough to withstand magical artifacts.

He actually disarmed the tiger with his bare hands and grabbed the tiger's tail tightly!

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking was crisp and pleasant.

Wang Teng exerted force with his arm, swinging the several-thousand-pound behemoth through the air like a sledgehammer before slamming it heavily to the ground.

"I'll mutate you! I'll make you show your fangs!"

Wang Teng swooped down, his fists raining down like a dense raindrop, each punch carrying the brute force of five million jin.

The demonic markings on the white tiger's body were forcibly shattered, and its dark blood splattered onto the gravel, making a hissing sound.

In just a short while, this mutated ferocious beast, which had been so arrogant just moments before, was gone.

Wang Tengsheng then smashed his spine, leaving him lying on the ground, barely breathing.

"It's done!"

Wang Teng picked up the tiger carcass as if he were carrying a large orange cat and strode back to the campfire.

"Big Brother is awesome!"

Shi Hao was already standing guard by the pot, holding a shiny little knife, his saliva almost dripping onto the ground.

"This tiger meat needs to be marinated first to remove its 'evil aura,' so that it will be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside after frying!"

Huo Ling'er looked at the scene where violent aesthetics and everyday life coexisted.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to feel sorry for those two unfortunate offspring or to be glad that I had chosen the right person.

Not only Huo Ling'er was helping, but also Yu Zimo, who was always aloof and proud, like a fairy in the moon palace.

At this moment, she no longer cared about maintaining the demeanor of a family's holy maiden.

This girl, once revered as a "prodigy" by the Rain Clan, witnessed Wang Teng's unparalleled ferocity in tearing apart a half-blooded golden roc with his bare hands and capturing a mutated white tiger alive.

The arrogance that came with his family's status had long since vanished.

In this dog-eat-dog world, only absolute power can suffocate people.

Wang Teng's violent outburst had completely won her over.

"Master, the feathers of this Golden Roc are as hard as magic weapons, and ordinary flames cannot harm them."

"Let me first cleanse it with the Rain Clan's 'Spiritual Rain' to remove its cold nature; the meat will then be more delicious."

Yu Zimo pursed her red lips, her slender, delicate hands moving swiftly, drawing upon a wisp of watery essence from the world.

Fine drops of rain fell, precisely enveloping the enormous golden roc's wings.

She was focused, and her movements were even somewhat ingratiatingly diligent as she plucked feathers and removed bones.

She was as nimble as a cook who grew up in the wilderness; there was no trace of the Rain Clan's genius.

As Shi Hao sprinkled salt into the oil pan, he pursed his lips and muttered under his breath:

"This Rain Clan girl was fierce before, but as soon as she saw Big Brother unleash his power, she plucked her fur faster than I could."

Just as these two ferocious beasts breathed their last.

The system notification sounded again.

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