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Qingzhou Xuantian Prefecture, an ancient and grand hall.

Outside the hall stood two gigantic stone lions, with vermilion dragon pillars rising high, supporting a golden dome above.

The sunlight outside was bright, and the grand doors of the hall were open.

However, the sunlight spilling from the sky was blocked by a substance-like darkness. Inside the hall was pitch black, as if leading to the abyss of hell, emanating a cold, bloodthirsty aura. Heartbeats, heavy like war drums, echoed from within.

Outside, there were also two towering figures from the Yiluan Bureau kneeling, clothed in vermilion official robes, with long swords at their waists.

They possessed the cultivation of the Heavenly Deceit Realm.

But they were unable to dispel the fear emanating from the depths of their hearts.

At this moment, their muscles spasmed uncontrollably, cold sweat seeped through their foreheads, dripping from their chins to the ground.

Whoosh!

A wild wind suddenly arose outside.

The sky, which had been very clear just moments before, turned dark and ominous in an instant.

Even in the vast expanse of the thirteen provinces of Changyue, Xuantian Prefecture was considered a prosperous large city.

Its permanent population exceeded a million, with countless powerful martial artists. Many people noticed something was off, feeling a heavy sensation in their chests and instinctively looking up at the sky.

"What's that in the sky, that isn't a cloud, what on Earth is it!?"

Cries of alarm came one after another.

Clusters of black clouds flew from the distant wilderness, converging from all directions like a tidal surge.

At a distance, it looked like fierce winds and dark clouds, but as they approached, it turned out to be locusts with blood-red eyes, fist-sized flies, and pal-sized mosquitoes with sharp, piercing tubes.

Whoosh!

The wide-open gates of the vermilion mansion, like the massive maw of a world-devouring beast.

These bizarre insects flowed in like a black torrent, the sky cleared again, and the monstrous heartbeats gradually subsided.

Bang!

The ground trembled violently.

Following that, trails of dark green mist formed outside.

The vermilion dragon pillars inlaid with gold and agate emitted a hissing sound under the corrosion of the mist.

Quickly, they became mottled and fell from the columns.

The black mist surged.

A towering figure with crimson eyes appeared in front of the two agents from the Yiluan Bureau.

This man was over five meters tall, his bare upper body covered with tiger tattoos. His muscles exploded prominently, and he wore black trousers on his lower body.

His face was fierce and majestic, with a leopard's head around his eyes. His hair was tied into dreadlocks, which hung down from the back of his head.

His blood-colored eyes, even more, made people dare not meet his gaze.

This man was none other than King Dingxuan.

Months ago, he was first suppressed by King Qingyang, shattering his physical form. Later, he was defeated by Su Heng, becoming the laughingstock of many. For a king, being overpowered by an obscure newcomer was an utter humiliation!

These days, he had been diligently cultivating.

First, he used the Dragon and Tiger Great Rejuvenation Pill given by the third prince to repair his form and recover to his peak condition.

And now, by integrating the Plague God Seal, an Eternal Life Divine Artifact, he had not only remodeled his flesh body but also gained various divine skills, vastly improving his strength.

If it had been more than six months ago.

King Dingxuan had just barely stepped into the realm of kings with the help of the third prince.

But now, even if not considered among the best in this realm, he definitely counted as having standard combat power.

He took a deep breath.

Feeling the power inside him, surging like a volcanic eruption.

Without speaking, his blood-colored eyes, with a hint of ferocity, landed on the two agents from Yiluan Bureau before him.

The older of the two shivered slightly and whispered their purpose, "King, the Yiluan Bureau agents have spotted Su Heng at the Dragon Abyss."

"Whoosh!"

King Dingxuan nodded, saying, "I know."

His face showed no particular expression, but his fists were clenched tight, with veins bulging from his forearms.

Whoosh!

Hood, neck guard, black armor with mythical dragon patterns, tiger skin cloak... one by one, the heavy armor flew from the armory and fitted itself on King Dingxuan.

His height over five meters, already threatening and imposing, now clad in iron armor, he exuded an astonishing oppressive aura.

Bang!

Last came a huge halberd, which King Dingxuan grasped horizontally in his hands.

The brass-wrapped halberd handle gently tapped the ground, and the solid bricks immediately exploded, turning into gray dust.

"Su Heng, King Qingyang…" he took a deep breath and looked up at the sunny skies and the distant mountains shrouded in mist, feeling a clear qi raging in his chest and couldn't help muttering, "The failure I've experienced, the humiliation I've suffered, will all be cleansed with blood."

"Tell His Highness the Third Prince," King Dingxuan said, "I will not disappoint his high expectations."

Bang!

He forcefully bent his knees and took a step forward.

As the ground exploded, the burly figure had already leaped like a dragon and disappeared into the sky.

As the guardian deity of this city, King Dingxuan made no attempt to conceal his aura. His physical body tore through the sky like a black thunderbolt. The air exploded violently around him, wild winds raged, and with an astounding rumble that approached from afar and rolled onwards, it made people's heads tremble with a buzzing sound.

"That's King Dingxuan. Has he recovered from his injuries yet? Such vigor, truly formidable!"

Many people in the city heard the commotion, looked up, and when they saw the astonishing phenomena in the sky, their faces turned pale, and uneasiness welled up in their hearts.

"The direction he disappeared in... it's Dragon Abyss!" A cultivator from a celestial mountain changed his expression slightly, "What is he going to do, seek revenge from King Qingyang?"

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

These people were all trembling in fear, afraid of being swept into the conflict of the gods and facing a catastrophic disaster.

From a high vantage point, one could see that inside Qingzhou Xuantian Prefecture, a large group of people were hurrying away, notifying their own sects to be cautious during this period and to avoid drawing attention.

...

Dragon Abyss.

Su Heng left the market area, following the directions given by Zhao Zhuang and ventured deep into this isolated wasteland.

The environment here was bizarre and could not be reasoned with using common sense. Some fissures leading to Eternal Life were blatantly exposed in the air. Streams of crimson chaotic energy seeped out from them, polluting the surrounding environment.

Monsters were visible everywhere.

The plants bore sharp backward hooks, and a rustling noise emanated from the depths of the dark forest.

A vast lake, its entire liquid content blood-red. Seemingly sensing Su Heng's arrival, it began bubbling. A crocodile over ten meters long slowly surfaced, opened its gaping maw, and lunged forward, snapping at Su Heng.

Whoosh!

Su Heng pretended not to see, merely glancing briefly.

At that moment, he remained expressionless, waiting until the crocodile lunged toward him, blocking the sunlight and almost dousing him with its foul breath.

Only then did Su Heng lightly push out a palm.

Swish!

The Seed of Destruction along with the Flesh Furnace.

Su Heng's arm underwent a transformation, and a bloody maw appeared in the center of his palm.

The maw widened suddenly, resembling a savage giant serpent, with jaws nearly five meters wide, and enveloped the crocodile in one gulp.

"Clang!"

The crocodile, with its glossy black eyes, blinked human-like.

Realizing the danger, it tried to shrink back, but it was too late. The monstrous maw that had transformed from Su Heng's arm suddenly bit down with overwhelming force.

Crunch!

Blood flew everywhere.

The upper half of the Blood Crocodile was swallowed in one bite.

Then, with a few more bites, the flesh on the crocodile's body was torn and swallowed, and soon, only a puddle of foul-smelling red innards remained. The blood in the lake boiled, attracting a large swarm of sharp-toothed piranhas with the scent of demonic flesh, quickly erasing the last traces.

"Re-cultivate the cultivation techniques from before to enhance the mutation level of my body," Su Heng said, looking down at his palm with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Now I can manipulate the flesh in my body more or less at will."
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"Although my self-healing ability is not quite as strong as that of Solban and Meng Huan, who are Earth Immortals, it isn't far behind."

The immortality of Earth Immortals is actually based on spiritual power, taking a shortcut. But Su Heng is different, completely focusing on the miraculous power of brute force. It's the result of his days of down-to-earth, step-by-step cultivation.

Thus, even if some demons and ancient races possess innate abilities that can counteract the immortality of the Earth Immortals,

It would be difficult to have the same effect on Su Heng.

Following the marked path on the map, he continued forward.

Not long after...

At the same lake, two more people arrived.

"This lake is very strange; it harbors a Blood Crocodile. Although it's not very intelligent, its physique is robust, and with the advantage of the terrain, it could even pose a threat to Earth Immortals," Zhao Zhuang's voice came from a distance as he was followed by a young red-robed Daoist with a fair complexion, his junior brother named Luo Xuan.

"Conceal our presence, and watch me set a trap!" Zhao Zhuang said seriously, his muscles tensed as he pulled out a bronze mace from his sleeve.

Luo Xuan's cultivation wasn't as high as his senior brother's.

Being young and inexperienced, he was also very nervous at the moment.

He even held his breath subconsciously, afraid of causing trouble for his senior brother.

But they waited for a while.

"Croak, croak!" Aside from a blood-colored crow flying over from a branch and dropping some feces, nothing else happened.

"That damned beast, it almost pooped on my head!" Zhao Zhuang touched his head and couldn't help but curse.

He was a bit surprised, "Where's the Blood Crocodile in the lake, why isn't it seen today?"

"Could it be that there were too many people coming here and they fed the creature till it was full, couldn't eat anymore, and went back to sleep at the bottom of the lake?"

Zhao Zhuang put away his bronze mace, stroking his chin as he speculated.