C534 Cruelty to Chang Ming
C534 Cruelty to Chang Ming
One man and one beast turned back the way they came from before, but this time the small white beast was not in a rush, and kept a relatively short distance between them.
After a while, the lake beside the Immortal Picking Fruit previously appeared in Han Chen's line of sight. Not only that, a familiar figure also appeared in his line of sight.
Han Chen's heart skipped a beat, he could not help but stop, and looked at the miserable figure in the distance. Boundless cold killing intent suddenly gushed out of Han Chen's eyes.
A middle-aged man, covered in blood and with disheveled hair, was limping over the three fruit trees that were planted on the shore. The man was cursing something as he moved.
"Damn you Han Chen, I really regret not dismembering you back then, you wretched bastard." The man was the sword faction's elder, Li Feng and Liu Yueqing's master, Chang Ming.
In the canyon of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range, Chang Ming chased and killed Han Chen all the way, and in the end, he encountered a dozen or so Beast Kings that besieged and attacked him.
Relying on his powerful cultivation and overbearing demonic flame s' abilities, Chang Ming managed to survive under the attacks of numerous Overlord Beast Emperors. Not only was Chang Ming severely injured, he even lost an arm.
Chang Ming lowered his head to look at his badly mutilated left shoulder. The area below his shoulder was no longer there, and the numbing pain and the furious flames in his heart were already filling up his heart.
Right now, he was regretting his decision. In order to chase and kill Han Chen, the whole team had been annihilated. Chang Ming himself even had an arm wrapped around his neck. This kind of price could be described as a 'tragic sight'. If it was not for Chang Ming escaping into the abyss at a critical moment, his life would have been forfeit.
Chang Ming's face darkened, as he walked to the red fruit tree while trembling. "I never thought that there would actually be a Three Spirit Immortal Fruit growing here."
As an elder of the sword sect, Chang Ming was experienced and knowledgeable.
In the eyes of outsiders, these were three fruit trees. But in truth, this was just a fruit tree. This tree was called the Three Spirits Immortal Tree, and the fruit it bore was called the Three Spirits Immortal Fruit.
On the surface of these immortal trees, there appeared to be three types of trees, but in reality, their roots were all connected. The Three Spirits Immortal Tree's greatest characteristic was that it could bear three different fruits. They had the abilities to increase martial arts elemental energy, increase spiritual force, and heal injuries.
Chang Ming reached out to pluck a red fruit, licked his lips, and then looked at his destroyed left arm. A cold glint flashed across his sinister eyes.
"Hmph, even the heavens are helping me, I, Chang Ming deserve to die!"
After he finished speaking, Chang Ming was about to put the fruit in his mouth, but just at that moment, "Si" along with the sound of the air being torn apart, a black stream of light with an extremely strong killing intent shot over.
Chang Ming's expression changed drastically as his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle. In a hurry, he stretched out his right hand to grab the black stream of light that usually came at him.
Bang.
A heavy, violent explosion resounded in the air as the black stream of light solidly smashed into Chang Ming's palm. In the next instant, scorching pain spread throughout his body.
With a "hong" sound, Chang Ming's entire palm instantly ruptured and exploded, sending blood and flesh flying, and bone fragments splattering in all directions. Following that, Chang Ming was thrown to the ground by the huge impact. As a heavily injured person, the blood and energy in his body immediately surged, as he vomited a large mouthful of thick blood.
"It's not that you don't deserve to die, but the heavens told me to kill you myself!"
The cold voice was mixed with playfulness, and to Chang Ming's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue that had exploded in his mind. It was so shocking that even his eardrums were buzzing.
"How is this possible?" Chang Ming's eyes were wide open as he looked at the approaching young man in disbelief.
He had a slender figure, a handsome face, and a pair of pitch-black eyes that contained traces of chilliness. Who else could it be other than Han Chen?
"You? "You're not dead?" As if he had seen a ghost, Chang Ming's body and mind violently trembled.
"Heh heh, you aren't dead yet. How could I possibly be?"
Han Chen revealed a bright and clean smile, but to Chang Ming, his smile was like a ghost. Looking back at his right hand that had already exploded, Chang Ming was both furious and frightened.
"You damned little beast, I'll tear you apart!"
"Heh." Han Chen sneered, his handsome eyebrows raised, as he laughed with interest, "Elder Chang Ming, do you still have the qualifications to say such words?"
Chang Ming was so angry that he almost fainted, his eyes filled with a ruthless and bloodthirsty aura. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Han Chen fiercely, "You little bastard, do you know what will happen if you kill me? You will be endlessly hunted by our sword faction, and you will never be at peace for the rest of your life. "
"Hmph, so what? "Could it be that if I don't kill you, your sword faction will let me off?"
Han Chen did not conceal the killing intent that was being emitted from his body. Chang Ming's heart tensed, a dense dangerous aura surging in his mind. Chang Ming frowned, he hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Do you think that this is the time to say something like that?"
"Oh? Then what about when you, Elder Chang Ming, saw it? " Han Chen rubbed his chin, and laughed lightly.
Chang Ming had suffered serious injuries in the battle with Purple Scaled Eagle, Golden Lion Hou and the other beast emperors. They were not Han Chen's match at all. And now that his hands were crippled, he was on the verge of destruction.
Chang Ming forced himself to resist the urge to kill Han Chen as he gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice, "Frost, Han Chen, even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape to the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range. It would be better if the two of us worked together to carve out a path of blood and leave this place first!
"Go on, go on." Han Chen chuckled.
"Wait, after we successfully leave this place, do your best to escape. My sword sect will still chase after you."
"Hahahaha, so it's like that. No matter what, your sword faction won't let me go, right?"
Han Chen's killing intent that leaked out from his body startled Chang Ming, and he quickly corrected himself: "No, I promise you. As long as we succeed in getting out, the grudge between us will be written off. "
Chang Ming urgently wanted to stabilize Han Chen, to first promise him that he would be able to talk, and when he returns to the Sword Sect, no matter how regretful he was, Han Chen would not be able to hold him back, and would not be able to pull him away.
However, Han Chen was not a naive brat, how could he listen to Chang Ming's nonsense? In Han Chen's opinion, Chang Ming's actions were extremely comical.
"Is that so? Then, Clan Elder Chang Ming, how much power would you put into this situation? You won't let me protect you when the time comes, right? "
Han Chen's words were filled with ridicule.
Chang Ming's teeth itched with hatred, and his blood vessels almost burst. However, he endured the resentment in his heart, forced himself to remain calm and replied, "Even though I've crippled both hands, as long as I recover from the injuries in my body, I can at least display a strength of Heavenly Completion Stage level 4 and above. Adding on my demonic flame Arts, I think this should be enough! "
Han Chen squinted his eyes, his heart was secretly shocked.
The old fellow was not exaggerating, he was a super strong expert at the sixth level of Heavenly Completion Stage, and Han Chen had personally witnessed the tyranny of the demonic flame s technique.
"How is it? As long as we leave this Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range, we will each go our own ways. Chang Ming continued to lie.
"Hur hur, I think there's no need to go through all that trouble." Han Chen's mouth formed an evil smile.
"Then what do you want?"
"Aren't you negotiating with me about your full strength and the demonic flame's sacred art? Since that's the case, then I'll just snatch all of your things. "
"What?" Chang Ming's heart suddenly shrunk, as an extremely bad premonition surfaced in his heart.
As soon as his voice fell, Han Chen opened his palm and, in an instant, a tyrannical power of devouring was quietly released. Innate divine ability, Devour!
"Buzz buzz!"
Space trembled, and a fierce wind suddenly blew. The tyrannical power of Devouring instantly turned into a rapidly spinning black vortex in front of Han Chen. The vortex was directly facing Chang Ming, and an irresistible force of devouring burst out.
Chang Ming's face changed, he was shocked to realise that the Spirit Qi in his body was being drained quickly, as though someone was forcing him to use his power to escape.
"No, no, quickly stop!"
For a super strong warrior who had cultivated for decades to reach his current level, losing his strength was a terrifying thing, even more cruel than killing him.
Chang Ming was furious, he stared at the blood red eyes as he cursed out loud, "Little brat, stop it right now! Quickly stop it, if not, I will cut you into a thousand pieces."
"Hur hur." Han Chen laughed coldly, he did not have the intention to stop, and his devouring power became even more powerful.
In the sky above Chang Ming, a black vortex that had a diameter of more than ten meters engulfed the other party's body like a bottomless pit. The heavily injured Chang Ming basically did not have any strength to resist, and could only allow Han Chen to do whatever he wanted. (TL: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU))
felt his cultivation becoming weaker and weaker, while the aura being emitted from Han Chen's body was becoming stronger and stronger.
Chang Ming was shocked to the extreme, just what kind of innate ability was this? How could he be so domineering?
"Ah!" Chang Ming's mind collapsed as he shouted loudly, "Kill me! Kill me! "Little bastard, even as a ghost, I won't let you go."
The exploitation of the devouring ability could be said to be abnormally perverted. It could only be used by itself to engulf everything!
Not far away, a small white beast widened its eyes as it looked at the scene in front of it with shock. He was extremely surprised at the ability of Han Chen to absorb the strength of others for himself.
However, not only did Han Chen engulf his opponent's cultivation, he also took away Chang Ming's extremely strong Inherent skill, the demonic flame.