God-Ghost Heaven

"Three months!"

Faced with Meng Qingshuang's question.

Wu Dao finally spoke, his voice booming and rolling like a muffled thunderclap against a bell.

"Ninety days, one hundred and eighty meals of pig slop that tasted like dog shit, three hundred whippings of humiliation and abuse, and the only meal of meat was some life-threatening freakish thing."

By the end.

Wu Dao stretched out his scarlet hand and patted Meng Qingshuang's fair cheek. His eyes, large as bronze bells, spat sinister light. "Little cutie, remember who I am now?"

"You're insulting me?"

Meng Qingshuang turned his head to look at Wu Dao's bloody right palm, larger than his own face. His gaze was chilling as he refused to believe a single word Wu Dao said.

A mine slave!

A rat-man so lowly he was less than an ant, one who could be whipped to death with a single lash!

If it had truly been done by such filthy trash.

Then what did that make me, Meng Qingshuang?

Less than a rat?

What kind of joke was that?!

"Hehe..."

The indescribable humiliation made Meng Qingshuang laugh in extreme anger. He no longer wanted to guess whether some force stood behind Wu Dao.

He only wanted to immediately!

At once!

Tear Wu Dao into pieces!!

"Hahaha..."

The laughter grew ever more piercing and shrill.

Meng Qingshuang's body was changing as well.

Gurgle, gurgle~

The sounds of writhing and entangling rose beneath his skin.

Starting from his abdomen, azure muscles like giant pythons rapidly spread through his limbs, bones, and even his face. They twisted together, making his body swell at a terrifying speed.

In the blink of an eye.

Meng Qingshuang had risen to stand level with Wu Dao. Azure light shimmered over him, ten thousand serpents coiling around him. From afar, how could he still resemble a man? He was clearly a human-shaped nest of snakes gathered together!

Boom!!

A violent impact tore through the air.

Meng Qingshuang's right arm, thick as a bucket and twisted from azure giant-serpent muscles, shot out like a venomous snake striking. It blasted through the curtain of fine rain that had begun falling at some point and smashed directly toward Wu Dao.

Boom!!

Wu Dao showed no fear, meeting fist with fist.

At once.

An immense force crashed into him, instantly sending him skidding five or six meters. His feet plowed two trenches through the ground, showing just how powerful Meng Qingshuang's punch had been.

Crack!

Crackle, pop!

Before he had even stopped moving, the bones in his fist began breaking in a ceaseless burst like beans popping in a pan.

Thud!

Mud and water splashed as Wu Dao's massive body continued sliding backward. In the end, he stomped his huge foot down hard enough to cave in the ground, stopping in a pit of bloody mud.

Looking down.

His right fist was mangled beyond recognition, and his entire right arm felt completely numb.

Heh...

Wu Dao lowered his head, the corners of his mouth slowly splitting into a grin, as though he could not feel the slightest pain from his shattered bones and torn tendons.

On the contrary.

He was even more excited!

"Trash that tastes like dog shit, you think you deserve to look down on me?!"

Meng Qingshuang's mouth split nearly to his ears, revealing a mouthful of eerie snake teeth, sharp as steel nails, as he roared in fury.

Nothing remained of his earlier refined, slender appearance.

His towering, brutish monster body stood amid the fine rain, covered from head to toe in a layer of azure snake scales. Beneath those scales, ten thousand snakes writhed and tangled, swelling and breathing. A single glance was enough to make one deeply uncomfortable.

"Has he already demonized to this extent?"

Zhao Gou, who had long since retreated to the side, looked at the monstrous Meng Qingshuang, and envy flashed through his eyes.

Within the Four Seas Gang was a Demon-Seeding Secret Technique that allowed humans and demons to merge into one, mutually parasitizing each other. The stronger the demon within one's body, the stronger the person became.

With this secret technique, not only could one far surpass others of the same realm, one could also make up for innate deficiencies, forcibly break from the cocoon, and undergo rebirth.

The only drawback was.

Cultivating this secret technique required a vast number of Demon Seeds as resources, and the source of Demon Seeds...

Zhao Gou lowered his head and glanced at the more than twenty snake eggs in the brocade box. He unconsciously licked his dry lips, wondering when he would be qualified to obtain that secret technique.

Hm?

But just then, his nose twitched, and his gaze suddenly turned toward Wu Dao, the dying man in the nearby pit of bloody mud.

Yes.

In Zhao Gou's eyes, Wu Dao was already certain to die.

Meng Qingshuang was at the peak of Martial Dao Foundation Establishment, and he had unleashed his Demon Body. His strength surpassed Divine Strength Martial Artists of the same realm several times over. In his furious state, he was enough to crush an ordinary Divine Strength Realm martial artist.

Only...

This "Divine Strength" martial artist of unknown origins did not seem quite normal either!

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

The sound of boiling water rolling arose. In the blood pit, the liquid around Wu Dao's feet rapidly evaporated as though red-hot steel had been dropped into it, rising in streams of white smoke.

"Hm? Interesting!"

Meng Qingshuang narrowed his eyes, watching Wu Dao's changes with great interest.

Within the Foundation Establishment Realm, he was invincible with his Demon Body. Unless he encountered his "own kind," or a Weapon Cultivator with the strongest killing power, there would be no surprises.

Wu Dao was clearly not his own kind, much less could he be a Weapon Cultivator.

Meng Qingshuang could not sense any demon aura within him, nor did he hold a weapon. No matter how Wu Dao struggled on the brink of death, he could not raise any waves.

But in the next moment.

Meng Qingshuang's expression changed...

Thump, thump, thump!!

Wild heartbeats, like the roar of a War Engine, sounded without end. They shook the boiling blood in the puddle into surging waves. The temperature was so high that it turned into billowing white mist.

Clang, clang, clang!

Chains of shackles deep inside his mind snapped open one after another.

Visible to the naked eye.

The muscles all over Wu Dao's body trembled and burned like charcoal in a furnace, turning blood-red. Veins twisted, bulged, and writhed like little lava snakes, hideous and savage.

The surging blood and qi within him were too violent, blasting out through the countless pores across his body and dyeing the white smoke into a dense blood mist.

Slap!

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

A huge blood-red foot, glowing like fire jade, stepped onto the muddy ground from within the blood mist. The mud sizzled as it burned, showing how terrifyingly high his body temperature was.

Wu Dao, like a lava Evil Ghost, slowly raised his head, revealing a horrifying, bizarre face where ghost and god coexisted, utterly inhuman!

His pupils were clear, godlike and holy, carrying boundless wisdom like a Heavenly Human immortal sage.

But below his eyes...

His crimson face was twisted completely like a demon's. His grin stretched to his ears, revealing two perfectly interlocking rows of triangular, terrifying shark teeth.

Every inch of crimson muscle on his demonic body seemed alive, endlessly trembling and rising and falling like volcanoes on the verge of eruption.

Exhale!

Inhale!

Breaths that rolled like thunder continuously stirred the heavy air.

Anyone with weak spiritual will, upon hearing that breathing, would feel as if ten thousand ghosts were wailing and gods and Buddhas were chanting within their mind, nearly driven mad!

One of the three Heaven Secret Techniques of the Stealing Heavenly Secrets Breathing Technique—

God-Ghost Heaven!

The human body could not use all of its own power, and even Heaven Stealers were no exception after unleashing their potential!

One reason was the brain's protective mechanisms. The second was that the body was too fragile to support power exceeding the limits its bones and muscles could bear.

But the God-Ghost Heaven Secret Technique could ignore these restrictions!

It allowed a Heaven Stealer to rapidly enter an extreme state without preparation, completely removing the brain's protective mechanisms at their current stage of Potential Liberation on a deeper level!

The body, inside and out, entered an ultimate state of burning between life and death, unleashing two hundred percent of its physical power!

But its side effects were severe!

After the body entered that state of life and death, in order to keep the balance forever tilted toward life, it required an unceasing supply of Myriad Healing Fluid to heal injuries and repair bodily tissue damaged by overload.

If the supply of Myriad Healing Fluid could not keep up.

The balance would tip, and every inch of flesh and blood would be squeezed dry, becoming a desiccated corpse and burning away like firewood. At that point, death would be real.

Not to mention that the ideal physique for the God-Ghost Heaven Secret Technique was the Heroic Domain. Using the Beast King Realm was simply too forced.

But Wu Dao ignored all of it.

The more than twenty snake eggs in his stomach had become the most reliable reserve energy source. He did not need to worry about being drained dry at all.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Overwhelming mad, vicious aura mixed with the murmurs of gods and ghosts surged toward him.

Meng Qingshuang steadied his mind and guarded his heart. Looking at the fiery red demonic silhouette within the blood mist, he tensed his ugly, writhing body, bent at the waist, and prepared himself. His eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

He dared say that the strike just now had shattered the flesh and bones of Wu Dao's right fist. Forget moving—he should have counted himself lucky if he was not crying for his father and mother.

Yet Wu Dao had not only avoided serious injury, but seemed to have broken open shackles, becoming even more savage and violent!

The change exceeded all understanding. It even made him, a monster himself, ask what kind of monster Wu Dao was.

Boom!!

Wu Dao's answer was a fiery red fist that tore through the air, expanding in Meng Qingshuang's vision like a bloody bolt of lightning.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

In an instant.

Meng Qingshuang felt as if the air around him had become a vast sea of blood. Beneath that fist, like a fiery Great Sun, it was squeezed and boiled, becoming so heavy he could barely breathe.

Bang!

The distance of seven or eight meters was ripped apart like a teleport across flat ground. It arrived in an instant!

One azure and one crimson gigantic fist collided with a thunderous boom!

The fierce, domineering force, like two giant elephants crashing together, compressed the air before violently exploding. The shockwave blasted the fine rain around them into scattered mist, clearing out an empty domain.

Crack!

Rip!

Blood and water splashed as the clear sounds of bones and muscles tearing apart rang out.

After one strike.

Both sides staggered backward, their arms in a miserable state.

Pain flashed through Meng Qingshuang's eyes. His entire right arm looked as though it had been bombarded by a cannonball. His fist had exploded, and the flesh of his arm was split open, exposing strands of broken, writhing azure snake muscles.

But when he looked at Wu Dao.

Meng Qingshuang's pupils shrank again.

Wu Dao was no better off. Bone fragments jutted from his fiery red fist, which was a mangled mass of blood and flesh, while thick tendons had snapped one after another.

Yet.

Despite such a horrifying injury, that face where god and ghost coexisted still wore a twisted, frenzied smile. His blood-sea eyes stared fixedly at Meng Qingshuang without the slightest trace of pain.

He really was not normal!

Meng Qingshuang took a deep breath. Azure light flickered in his abdomen, and streams of cold aura surged toward his right arm. Within a few breaths, his torn muscles and tendons were completely restored.

That was the advantage of a Demon Body.

As long as the demon within was not drained dry, injuries could be quickly healed.

"If you won't tell me what you are, then I'll beat it out of you!!"

With an enraged roar, Meng Qingshuang shot forward again like a mad python leaving its den, intending to strike while his enemy was injured and take his life.

However...

Bang, bang, bang!!

Three lightning-fast punches blasted the air apart, leaving blurred afterimages.

They crashed into Meng Qingshuang's approaching forehead, neck, and chest. Blood water mixed with rain exploded into three clouds of blood mist across his body.

Pfft!

Meng Qingshuang flew backward with his face to the sky as if struck by three cannonballs, vomiting disgusting little azure snakes from his mouth.

How was this possible...

At the corner of his eye, he saw Wu Dao's intact right fist. His seemingly frozen thoughts were filled with disbelief.

"Heh, dog shit?"

Wu Dao still wore that savage smile. He bent his legs and leaped out with a boom, stomping viciously on Meng Qingshuang's abdomen before he could hit the ground.

Bang!

Bloody water and muddy filth exploded across a wide area.

"Pwah!!"

Meng Qingshuang slammed into the ground, the immense force driving his entire body into the mud pit. His eyes bulged, and even more little snakes spewed from his mouth.

"Damn it, damn it!!"

A crazed roar, his eyes splitting with rage, rang out!

Meng Qingshuang swept Wu Dao's legs out from under him. Mad with fury, like a berserk python, he fought Wu Dao with utter disregard for his life.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the muddy Shanty District, it was as though two prehistoric beasts had suddenly burst in. Roars and collisions sounded without end.

Rumble!

Every punch and kick from the two ferocious beasts was like the bombardment of heavy artillery, terrifying in force as they unleashed pure muscular power.

The wooden shanties continually shattered and collapsed beneath their battle, clouds of dust billowing up. The surrounding Four Seas Gang members did not dare approach at all.

The longer the battle went on,

the heavier the fear in Meng Qingshuang's heart grew!

As a martial artist,

he naturally could not have relied solely on brute strength.

One of the Four Seas Gang's three ultimate arts, the Spirit Snake Fist, was unleashed. Nimble and unpredictable, yet as fierce as a python, it was impossible to guard against, bursting bloody blossoms across Wu Dao's body.

But it was useless!!

No matter how much damage Meng Qingshuang dealt, Wu Dao was like an unkillable cockroach, visibly healing before the eye.

Most importantly!

Wu Dao seemed like an iron man without sensation, completely unable to feel pain!

Throughout it all, that savage, inhumanly twisted smile hung on his face. Ignoring his mutilated body, bloody as a gourd, he crazily traded blows with Meng Qingshuang.

Under the double pressure of body and mind,

along with the demon within him gradually failing to hold on and beginning to squeeze the essence from Meng Qingshuang's flesh and blood, making things worse upon worse, the fear in his heart surged wildly.

Bang!

When Wu Dao's knuckles-jutting fist came flying in once more, punching through Meng Qingshuang's chest and sending him spinning away like a rag doll,

he finally broke down.

"Monster, you monster!"

Meng Qingshuang shrieked sharply. His devastating injuries left even the wound in his chest unable to heal. Completely terrified out of his wits, he rose and tried to flee for his life.

But he was already at the end of the road.

What could he use to escape?

Bang!

A huge hand, like a tiger's paw, descended and covered the sky.

It closed!

A burst of agony shot through his skull.

Crack!

Meng Qingshuang's vision went dark. It felt as though a window had been opened in his head, and the world before his eyes turned blood-red.

"Save me..."

His final gaze fell upon Zhao Gou, frozen stupidly not far away, and the Four Seas Gang members fleeing for their lives.

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