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"How could it possibly be you!" Kui Lang, the Demon Star Lord, gasped for air, struggling relentlessly in Su Heng's grasp. His voice was a bit strange, sharp and hoarse because of the heavy blow to his chin. He remembered this face that appeared before him; Tuo Long, the Great Demon Lord, had died at this person's hands.

Even so, at the time Kui Lang, the Demon Star Lord, didn't take Su Heng too seriously.

Among the many Great Lords of Demon Country, Tuo Long, the Great Demon Lord, was at the bottom in terms of strength, while Kui Lang was in a slightly above-average position. When the echo of the Eternal Heavens deepened, and the Mountain of Corpses descended upon the mortal world, Kui Lang was confident he could settle old scores.

But he hadn't expected—

Before he had time to make a move, the other party had already taken the initiative to kill his way to him.

And this power—

Kui Lang felt the fingers clenching his throat were as thick as heavenly pillars, undeniable, unshakeable. No matter how much Kui Lang struggled, employing every tactic, he managed only to leave shallow white marks on Su Heng's sturdy arms.

"Why can't it be me?" Su Heng bared his teeth in a sinister smile, his voice low. "I still remember the first time we met, you were spouting arrogance in front of me."

"But look at you now."

"Don't celebrate too soon!" A dark light suddenly flashed across Kui Lang's face, his teeth protruding violently as his body swelled. Su Heng felt as though he was holding scorching steel and, caught off guard, actually let Kui Lang break free from his grasp.

A look of surprise appeared on Su Heng's face.

He looked down, and at this moment, Kui Lang had lost the dignity he had upon their first meeting.

The steel-needle-like hairs on his body fell in clumps, the dark red muscles and rough skin exposed. Many thick pustules grew on the skin, from which crimson tentacles as thick as fingers grew outward, writhing as if alive.

"A Great Lord must not be insulted!" Kui Lang's voice was deep, thick saliva dripping down from his sharp, pale teeth, pulling silvery threads in midair. The saliva was highly corrosive, hissing with dense smoke upon touching the ground.

Kui Lang bathed in the white smoke, red lights flashing in his eyes, rationality gradually fading from his body, "You have no idea of the power we wield."

At this moment, the aura emanating from Kui Lang was somewhat similar to the strange beasts in Breath Swamp.

Although Kui Lang had completely flown into a rage, Su Heng's expression remained leisurely. He touched his chin and took a keen interest in the pustules on Kui Lang's skin and the crimson tentacles growing from them.

"I understand," Su Heng chuckled, "that you actually took the contamination brought by the demon gods into your body willingly. Insane."

"Demon gods, you know about this too." A wary look flickered in Kui Lang's eyes.

"Since you know about demon gods, then you should know about the power They possess," Kui Lang said, lowering his shoulders and getting down on all fours. He paced gently and elegantly in the narrow, dim alleyway, his blood-red gaze constantly sweeping across Su Heng's throat, looking for a viable opportunity.

"This power does not belong to you, and it seems to have serious side effects," Su Heng said calmly.

"Side effects?" Kui Lang sneered, "That's not important. What's important is that I can use this power to kill you."

"You're welcome to try," Su Heng spread his arms, even with a hint of encouragement in his eyes.

"You motherfucker!"

Kui Lang's forehead bulged with veins, his nostrils expelling a puff of white mist.

His legs, like springs loaded with power, kicked forcefully. The ground beneath him exploded with a "boom," and amid the dust, Kui Lang's body became a blur, leaving behind a black shadow, opening his mouth wide and lunging at Su Heng's neck.

Kui Lang's speed was already unbelievably fast, and now amplified by the demon gods' contamination, he was like a fleeting shadow.

He seemed to have indeed surpassed the limit of Su Heng's reaction time.

The corner of Kui Lang's eyes split, a mad glee showing on his face.

He opened his mouth to its fullest, sharp teeth protruding three inches out like files.

Nothing in this world could be sweeter than the blood of his nemesis, Kui Lang thought, feeling his heart so light it could float up to the sky. However, the anticipated sweetness did not come; instead, a burst of intense pain surged to his brain.

"Crack!"

Su Heng tensed the muscles on his shoulders, and Kui Lang's teeth snapped off in large chunks.

Blood seeped from the broken gums, trickling down Su Heng's strong shoulder. Su Heng's brow furrowed sharply, a blood-red "River" character faintly emerging on his forehead. Kui Lang howled in pain, crouching on the ground, looking at Su Heng with a disbelief, as if seeing some indescribable monster.

"Bastard!" Su Heng's patience finally ran out, "You fucking dirtied my clothes!"

Bang!

Su Heng kicked forward.

Kui Lang spat out a mouthful of aged blood, his chest caved in, and countless ribs broke in an instant.

Sensing the tangible, space-twisting murderous intent emanating from Su Heng,

Kui Lang felt as though he had fallen into an ice cave and dared not linger.

With the demon gods' corruption, Kui Lang's physical quality had increased more than just a notch. Having taken a kick from Su Heng in his normal state, he could still move. His limbs touched the ground, and he turned into a wisp of black light, dashing back the way he came. As he passed a corner, a faint gleam appeared before Kui Lang's eyes.

His pupils dilated, his face filled with the eager longing of sudden enlightenment.

But unfortunately—

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Behind him, Su Heng stepped forward with a cold smirk on his face.

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The overpowering strength burst forth like a floodgate opening, surging down the narrow passageway.

Mixed with gravitational force, Kui Lang seemed like an insect trapped in amber, his speed abruptly reduced, struggling to move.

He opened his mouth wide, blood vessels bursting on his body, a roar escaped, trying to execute a secret technique to break free. However, a large hand emerged from the darkness, covering Kui Lang's mouth, leaving only two pupils filled with despair, still gazing at a glimmer of light in the distance.

The darkness writhed, engulfing everything.

From within it came the chilling sound of crunching and chewing, and moments later, all returned to silence.

"Phew..." Su Heng narrowed his eyes with a sigh, his face showing a satisfied smile. He took out a black handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he continued forward, his robust figure soon disappearing into the dark corridor.

Behind Su Heng—

Kui Lang was nothing but half a pelt, a bloody head, and some viscera and broken bones carelessly discarded. The head was still with its eyes open, unyielding in death, staring at a beam of light falling through a vent, as if there was still a glint of the utmost defiance in its pupils.

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Outside the cliff face.

Zhao Yingning's clanspeople had gathered, ready for departure.

The Dragon Guards stood to one side, vigilant, with some bearing wounds, though not severe. As for the challenger, Xi Shan, he lay in a pitiable state, his limbs broken, his body punctured with numerous bloody holes, and his eyes gouged out.

Yet the man still clung to life, his breath ragged with pain.

"Its constitution is quite robust." Pang Xuan approached Su Heng and said, "We can take it back to cultivate as a flesh farm, providing a constant supply of demon flesh."

Hearing the conversation between the two men, Xi Shan, in a fit of rage, began to shake his body, struggling fiercely.

Wang Xindong kicked him in the head, snapping off a horn, "Who said you could speak, beast!?"

Another Dragon Guard brought over a stone and stuffed it into Xi Shan's mouth.

Zhao Yingning's clanspeople clenched their fists, their faces filled with gratification. Some young men and women looked with admiration at the Dragon Guards.

"It's rare for you to be so considerate." Su Heng patted Pang Xuan on the shoulder as a sign of praise.

"Since that's what you think, then go ahead and do as you wish." Su Heng encouraged.

"Alright!" Excited by the approval, Pang Xuan nodded vigorously and grabbed hold of Xi Shan's horn to lead the way. Xi Shan's body, weighing tens of tons, was dragged along like a toy as the Dragon Guards' terrifying strength allowed them to move him with ease.

Su Heng shifted his gaze back to Zhao Yingning.

"These Dragon Guards will escort you and your clanspeople to the Jiangzhou region. As for the rest, we'll make arrangements when I return," Su Heng said gently.

"Thank you," Zhao Yingning replied, her face thankful.

"We each have our needs," Su Heng urged, "Set out quickly, to avoid any mishaps."

Zhao Yingning nodded.

Led by the Dragon Guards, the group quickly set off.

Su Heng followed them from a distance for a while, and once he confirmed they were safely beyond the influence of the Demon Country, he turned back and headed to a protruding hill. He surveyed the surrounding area from a vantage point, then closed his eyes and compared his location with the map in the brochure, confirming his position.

After some time, Su Heng successfully determined the location of the Golden Crow Mausoleum.

Without hesitation, he stomped heavily on the ground. As the hill exploded and a dust storm arose, Su Heng had already transformed into a streak of black light, charging toward his target. He moved swiftly, without concealing his tracks.

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In the depths of Breath Swamp, a vast, constantly revolving sandy sea.

The sandy sea was expansive, a dull gray reaching beyond sight. Intense sunlight poured down, making the world seem like a furnace, and the air appeared faintly distorted, throwing up dust and smoke.

Within the sea of sand, there lay the ruins of a city, once majestic but now reduced to a few standing columns after thousands of years of erosion by wind and sand, extremely dilapidated.

Swish swish swish!

Several streaks of light flashed by, breaking the tranquility within the ruins.

The wind whipped up dust as several travel-worn figures emerged. In the lead was a tall woman with fair skin, bright eyes, and pearly teeth. Her black hair, long as a cloud, fluttered in the wind, and in her hand, she held a blood-red spear, looking gallant and vigorous.

It was none other than Qin Shunying, the current eldest senior sister of the Fiery Sun Sect.

By Qin Shunying's side was an elder with a white mane and a robust build, his forehead marked by a flaming red vertical pupil and each of his powerful arms adorned with three golden rings.

The elder looked up and surveyed, a red light bursting from his brow, sweeping over the city ruins before him.

Wherever the red light passed,

Faint red runes emerged, etched into the air.

The dense runes, under the sunlight, actually formed the image of a hundred-meter-long Golden Crow, its wings outspread as if about to take flight. The elder's face showed a trace of sorrow as he could not help but sigh, then turned to Qin Shunying with a salute, "Princess, this is the place."

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