NABC Chapter 156: Chapter 142: Jīnwū's Treasure, The People Build a Temple!
Chapter 156: Chapter 142: Jīnwū's Treasure, The People Build a Temple!
Bang!
Su Heng's massive body fell from the sky, smashing straight into the ground.
The ground shook and burst open, dust billowing everywhere.
He stepped forward, his overwhelming Dragon Power mixed with rolling heat waves pressing towards Tuo Long the Great.
"You're injured too, not at your peak," Tuo Long the Great said, his face grim, "I might still have a chance."
Whoosh!
He flashed forward.
His fist smashed towards Su Heng's face.
At the same time, Su Heng accelerated, sweeping past Tuo Long the Great with a gust of wind.
Amidst the fine dust and debris, the two passed by each other. Su Heng, after taking a few steps, gradually stopped and took a deep breath.
And behind him,
Tuo Long the Great's head exploded, and he staggered and fell into a pool of blood.
"Dealing with you was not a problem," Su Heng sneered, turning around to lift Tuo Long the Great's corpse.
After his death,
Tuo Long the Great reverted to his true form, a crocodile over ten meters long.
Among demons, his size wasn't actually considered too big, but the visual impact was still very strong.
His wide back sported thick, overlapping dark armor, terrifying as a mountain. Below his body were four elephant-like huge feet for support.
Even though his head had been smashed by Su Heng, as he collapsed in his own blood,
the sight still exuded a terrifying oppressive aura.
"Tuo Long the Great's true form weighs at least twenty tons, enough to last me quite a while," Su Heng held his breath, excitement faintly visible in his crimson eyes.
But...
His chest heaved, and he covered his mouth with his hand.
After several breaths, his furrowed brows finally began to relax.
He looked down.
A patch of crimson blood on his palm was slowly evaporating.
"Tsk, internal injuries are quite serious." Most of the wounds on his body weren't from the King of Demon Country,
but from himself.
The Domineering Dragon Thirteen Forms secret method was an extremely profound martial art.
He had walked too far on this path, perhaps even surpassing the original creator of this Cultivation Technique.
This resulted in...
Su Heng's muscles and bones being too strong, while the organs meant to support these were somewhat lacking.
When Su Heng exerted his full strength, his organs couldn't sustain the nutrients long enough, and the overpowering energy coursing through his body would also damage his relatively weak internal organs.
These two factors combined meant that after a battle,
although he appeared unscathed, internally he was significantly injured.
Luckily, Su Heng's body had merged with the Tai Sui Fungus Strain and White Snake Demon Scale, which were now continuously repairing his injuries.
"It seems I'll have to put aside cultivating the Domineering Dragon Thirteen Forms for now. I should prioritize advancing my level with the next attribute points."
Su Heng gradually formed a plan in his mind.
Rip!
He tore off a large chunk of flesh from Tuo Long the Great,
along with the scale armor on the outside, and stuffed it into his mouth, crunching down and feeding his nearly depleted organs.
A cool sensation spread in his belly.
His body temperature was still very high, but it felt slightly more comfortable.
"It's time to leave this place," Su Heng looked up, the giant iron trees stretching as far as the eye could see.
It was hard to imagine how such creatures or structures could have come to exist in this world.
Bang!
The young girl held a sealed letter, her long black hair flowing down.
She emotionlessly read the contents of the letter to Su Heng.
The contents were rather unremarkable.
Most of it consisted of records about demons, the pursuit of remnants of noble families, and the progress of disaster relief at the docks, among other things.
But as Su Heng listened, somewhat vexed, the next piece of news caught his attention.
"Building a temple!?"
Su Heng's movements paused, he raised his head and asked in surprise, "Who is this temple being built for?"
"For you." Li Hongxiu replied, "The events that happened a few days ago have become more mysterious as they spread through the city."
"Many people regard you as the reincarnation of the Dragon King."
"This..." Su Heng shook his head, somewhat speechless.
He was still alive and well, and the idea of building a temple for himself felt somewhat nauseating.
"If you don't like it, you can send someone to stop it," Li Hongxiu said, "It's still in the planning stage, but the voice among the people is quite strong."
"Let's just leave it," Su Heng shook his head.
"I remember many demons within the Sky Demon Alliance also secretly preach. Does this benefit them?"
"It should..."
Li Hongxiu tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Those demons wouldn't engage in activities that didn't benefit them."
"The demons' wholesale slaughter is fundamentally about extracting emotions from humans to further sense the presence of Eternal Heaven."
Under the sunlight, Li Hongxiu's voice drifted slowly, "And belief is also a form of emotion."
"I see," Su Heng nodded.
He no longer spoke, continuing to concentrate his attention on the painting before him.
Initially, he learned to paint in order to depict the fundamental diagrams of the Domineering Dragon Secret Method completely. After all, it only took a dozen attribute points to elevate his painting skills to a considerably impressive level.
But after painting repetitively several times, Su Heng gradually grew fond of the feeling of expressing the images and emotions of his inner self on external objects.
Each time he finished a painting, Su Heng felt an exceptionally calm mood.
Perhaps this was also a special method of cultivation.
Li Hongxiu was very quiet.
Sometimes she could even sit on a stool, motionless all day long, like a wooden statue.
At this moment, having reported her tasks, she sat on the high double-step ladder.
And resumed her usually calm and peaceful state.
Demons had long lifespans.
Therefore, they could afford to waste time on trivial things.
Thudding, thudding, thudding!
A series of urgent knocking sounds broke the tranquility of the room.
It was at this moment that Su Heng had just completed his painting, placing the massive brush that looked almost like a weapon back in the brush rack.
He looked up and met Li Hongxiu's gaze.
Li Hongxiu's distinct black and white eyes bore a hint of exploration.
Su Heng nodded slightly.
Li Hongxiu vanished in a flash from the double-step ladder, appearing at the door.
She opened the heavy door with some difficulty.
Three figures walked in from the outside.
"Deputy General Zhao," Su Heng nodded in greeting.
The three who came in were Zhao Meiying and her two disciples, Ai Qing and Chen Yang.
These two had met Su Heng before at Guanjiang Dock, but they had been far away at the time. Moreover, the skies were dark and the storm obscured their view. They could only glimpse vague figures from afar, not the intense visual impact of this close encounter.
The rather lively Chen Yang even widened his eyes, unable to resist a small exclamation of surprise.
"Be serious, don't embarrass me!" Zhao Meiying turned and glared at him, causing Chen Yang to immediately cover his mouth.
"I came this time to bid you farewell," Zhao Meiying bowed slightly to Su Heng, speaking earnestly.
"You seem very anxious," Su Heng gestured for them to sit, "Have you encountered some urgent situation?"