Cosmic-Level Demon God

Qin Shi took a step forward, not very fast at first, but as the Life Force circulated through his body, filling every part, he quickly propelled his Mortal Body towards the three exuding malice.

The lean man at the forefront felt a blur in front of his eyes, a strong wind like a wall of copper rushing at him. Before he could respond, a hand had already reached out.

"This..."

The lean man's feet left the ground, his neck gripped tightly like with iron clamps, facing those cold eyes as if he had fallen into a hole in a winter lake.

Crack!

Qin Shi's palm closed, applying force, capable of crushing even a high-intensity alloy.

But applied to the lean man's neck, it was like grabbing a sheet of paper, feather-light.

Bang!

Wood chips exploded.

Qin Shi raised an eyebrow, the lean man had used some unknown secret technique to escape control in an instant.

He switched his body with a wooden plaque.

"A death-substitution technique? A person from Yingzhou?"

Qin Shi loosened his palm, the fragments scattered.

Then his form flickered again!

Like a cannonball ripping through the air!

The lean man, who had just escaped dozens of meters away, hadn't had time to rejoice in recovering his life.

The tall figure followed relentlessly, carrying a surging airflow!

The big hand descended from above, this time covering his head.

Like death descending, the chill enveloped his heart!

"Aren't you good at escaping?"

Qin Shi tilted his head, the Cultivation Furnace began to operate, the scorching aura almost filled every part, releasing with a roar!

It was as if molten iron of over a thousand degrees poured from above, the lean man's eyes widened.

His mouth made a "heh-heh" sound, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In less than half a second, his skin became hot and red, like a boiled lobster.

Qin Shi released his hand again, letting the powerless lean man fall to the ground.

The man's head emitted hot steam, and the air was filled with a charred smell.

"Old Three!"

A man with triangular eyes, an aquiline nose, and a fierce look shouted angrily.

He didn't expect that even Jian Yuncheng, the best at survival among the three, would die face to face!

Jian Yuncheng hailed from the "Life-Taking Style" of Yingzhou.

As the name implies, it means "taking life from death."

The history of this style is long, tracing back to the sacrificial Divine Way of the Old Era.

Its specialty was making death-substitution dolls.

This process is complicated, and the materials needed are also very rare.

Jian Yuncheng, as a defector disciple of the Life-Taking Style, had only five death-substitution dolls in total.

He needed to feed them with his heart's blood daily to ensure the Mortal Body and the doll's aura were connected, enabling instant transfer between them.

"This one's tricky! Old Two, are we doing this?"

The fierce-looking man suddenly turned his head, seeing that the boy left the aircraft and immediately killed Old Three Jian Yuncheng.

This was enough to show that the target was not only extremely powerful but also very experienced in battle!

"Do it! We've already entered Central City! Where else can we escape to?"

Old Two, the crewcut man, removed his glasses, and his body began to swell rapidly, bursting through his loose work suit.

Boom, boom, boom, boom—

In the blink of an eye, the crewcut man transformed into a two-meter-tall, marble-skinned muscle demon.

"Boss, I'll hold him! You quickly summon that person!"

The man's voice was deep and thunderous.

Intertwined with black veins and gray-white skin, with each breath, powerful Life Force surged outward.

A fog-like brilliance shimmered through thick flesh and blood, twisting and condensing into a ferocious large silhouette.

"Tsk! There's even a 'Heavenly God True-One Style'! This is truly eye-opening!"

Having dealt with the lean man, Qin Shi walked towards the other two unhurriedly.

After becoming a True Inheritor of the Nanhuang Daoist School, his horizon had been greatly expanded.

He might not know everything about each sect and school, but he remembered most of them.

The Martial Arts Path of Yingzhou had many schools, each with its own unique features.

The crewcut man's "Heavenly God True-One Style" was also a unique path.

It's said that disciples of this style would choose a "mythical creature" from Yingzhou legends to worship.

Day and night, they would meditate, sketch its image, and invite it to inhabit their bodies.

In this way, during combat, their Spirit and flesh would merge, like a god descending, drastically boosting their power!

"Crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant!"

The crewcut man grinned, revealing dense teeth like a bloodthirsty shark.

Qin Shi, standing over ten meters away, was expressionless. He enjoyed crushing opponents who started with grand statements; that was where the fun lay.

"Second Stage!"

He activated his Life Magnetic Field, countless magnetic lines converging towards him, weaving into an invisible "field."

As if a pivot had been leveraged, massive Energy surged like a tsunami, roaring towards the Cultivation Furnace.

Violent magnetism filled his body, each cell incredibly active, colliding and pressing against each other!

The crewcut man's forward step suddenly halted.

The "mythical creature" inhabiting his body seemed to sense danger and suddenly contracted.

Like a startled beast, attempting to curl up and hide!

"Keep laughing."

Qin Shi's legs slightly bent, and the atmosphere erupted, shaking visible ripples.

The wild wind tossed his hair, and his fist, pressed down with strong wind pressure, was wrapped by streams of Qi Power like giant pythons, coiling around the arm.

The crewcut man's pupils enlarged, his reflex prompted him to quickly gather energy to block!

Because the "god" dwelling inside him sharply warned.

Block it or die!

In mid-air.

A punch was delivered horizontally downward!

The terrifying Qi Power swirling around muscles and skin shot out circular ripples.

If not for the isolated traffic similar to a vacuum tube, this punch could have nearly sunk the surrounding ground!

Thud!

The crewcut man raised his hands to block; the two-meter-tall muscle demon suddenly crouched low, each bone like steel quivered, and his body seemed overwhelmed, exploding with a series of cracking sounds like frying beans.