Second Form

"Monster..."

Zhao Wei's face was filled with horror, the word slipping out of his mouth subconsciously.

"ROAR!!!"

The wilderness shook, birds and beasts fleeing in a panic.

The deafening roar spread like rolling thunder, scattering the surrounding blood mist and causing countless leaves to rustle violently.

An intensely fierce and terrifying aura surged like a tidal wave, layer upon layer; even from a hundred meters away, Zhao Wei felt an abnormal tightness in his chest, as if he were about to vomit blood!

This aura!

It had absolutely surpassed Unified Force and was infinitely approaching that of a Dark Force expert who had undergone a Second Rebirth!

Zhao Wei's expression changed.

He vaguely guessed why Wu Dao had retreated.

Because even if all of them joined forces, it was nearly impossible to defeat a monster comparable to a Dark Force expert!

Five hundred years!

It really wasn't as simple as just being a rock!

As long as something gains sentience, even a pig could transcend the imagination of mere mortals!

Hoo...

Zhao Wei took a deep breath, staring at the monster in the clearing, his desire to retreat growing significantly!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The roaring sound was incessant, making one's blood boil and leaving them agitated and restless.

The blood mist dissipated.

The Flesh Tai Sui's original ugly, mountainous body of muscle had completely vanished, replaced by a blood-colored, demonic, muscular "old man" standing over a zhang tall!

This old man.

At first glance, he looked somewhat like a fusion of Meng Qingshan and Yingsha.

Deformed, swollen, and robust blood-colored muscles covered his body like layers of armor or craggy rocks, each piece heaving with every breath, gestating explosive power.

His round head resembled a ball, with eyes growing on all sides, flickering with cruel and evil ferocity whenever they blinked.

The most terrifying part was the old man's claws!

They were an entirely enhanced version of Yingsha's!

Each of the ten claws was half a meter long, shimmering with an eerie blood-jade luster; with a single swipe of his hand, a tree thick enough for a man to hug was sliced through like tofu.

There was no doubt.

Even if an Iron Mannequin were standing right there.

It would be torn to shreds on the spot!

"Mimicry Ability?"

In the clearing, Meng Qingshan's massive, mountain-like body had already retreated rapidly the moment he sensed the transformation, and he was now staring at the infinitely ferocious old man with a grim expression.

He had not expected.

The Flesh Tai Sui would actually possess such a bizarre "Demonic Art."

The barrage of attacks he and Uncle Ya had unleashed earlier not only failed to achieve results but instead provided the raw material for the Flesh Tai Sui's mimicry!

And the simulation speed was incredibly fast!

In just a short time, it had learned the physical advantages of him and Uncle Ya almost perfectly, transforming into this terrifying monster before them!

Infinitely approaching a Second Rebirth!

This is trouble...

On Meng Qingshan's ugly, twisted face, his expression shifted rapidly; in a flash, he made his decision, shouting at the equally shocked Mao Ba and his companion:

"Either we work together, or no one gets to eat. If you don't agree, we are leaving right now!"

Yes!

Faced with the post-mimicry Flesh Tai Sui.

Even someone as confident as Meng Qingshan had no confidence left.

If Mao Ba and the other still intended to sit back and watch the tigers fight, he would turn and leave immediately.

He possessed a Qi Sea Dantian.

He would have plenty of chances for Cocoon Breaking in the future.

There was absolutely no need to risk his life fighting this Flesh Tai Sui to the bitter end, only to end up injured and forced to fight Mao Ba and the others afterward.

"That is exactly our intention!"

Mao Ba and Yun Tianliu also understood that the current situation left only two paths: join forces or retreat. Without a moment's hesitation, they agreed to Meng Qingshan's proposal.

"ROAR!!"

While the three exchanged brief words, the Second Form of the Flesh Tai Sui had not been pressed with a pause button.

At this moment, it was being temporarily held off by Uncle Ya, swinging its dual claws like a war machine and frantically destroying the surrounding environment.

Trees along its path were snapped in half with a single sweep.

Boulders shattered upon the slightest touch; it was truly like a rampaging Titan Tyrant!

Even someone as strong as Uncle Ya.

Could only dodge and weave, for one physical contact was enough to hear the cracking sounds of bones breaking.

Unstoppable!

"Brother Zhao, are you not coming out yet?!"

Seeing Uncle Ya sustain injuries, Meng Qingshan's expression turned even uglier, because Zhao Wei and Wu Dao were still watching from the sidelines!

"Brother Wu has already withdrawn; there is no need to wait for him."

Zhao Wei stepped out from the darkness, his expression flickering as he spoke.

After Wu Dao had hurried away, he had vanished without a trace and never returned, seemingly having truly given up on contending for the Flesh Tai Sui.

It was unclear whether he feared the strength displayed by Meng Qingshan and the others, or if he was terrified by the savage might of the Flesh Tai Sui.

As for Zhao Wei himself.

Honestly speaking.

He really did not want to wade into these muddy waters.

With Wu Dao gone, he could be considered the weakest competing force present.

If things changed after the fact.

He might end up with nothing, and his life could be in danger.

But...

The temptation of the Flesh Tai Sui was too great!

Unlike Meng Qingshan, he, Zhao Wei, did not possess a Qi Sea Dantian.

Once his vitality declined in his later years and illness took hold, even a peaceful end would be impossible!

If he could obtain a treasure like the Flesh Tai Sui to prolong his life and lock in his vitality, while advancing further might be impossible, living out the rest of his life in comfort for a few more decades would certainly be no issue!

Therefore.

He could not pass up even the slightest chance at longevity, no matter how great the risk!

This was also the reason why those three Internal Strengthening Rogue Cultivators had steeled themselves to follow into Canyun Mountain, even knowing they could not compete with those of Divine Strength.

There was no other reason.

When the benefits are great enough, the one chance of success is enough to dispel ten thousand concerns!

"Silver-tipped pewter spear, coward!!"

Upon hearing that Wu Dao had withdrawn, Meng Qingshan felt suspicious, but he still cursed with disdain!

However, at this critical juncture of life and death.

There was no time for him to overthink.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Thousands of boulder fragments exploded and shot past Meng Qingshan's eyes as the Flesh Tai Sui knocked Uncle Ya away and smashed the large rock standing before the group.

THUD!

Legs like mountain pillars descended from the sky.

The unimaginably tragic aura of slaughter pressed down like a vast ocean, leaving everyone gasping for air.

At this point.

No one had time to worry about anything else.

Each showing their own Supernatural Power, they pulled out all the stops.

They unveiled their hidden trump cards one after another, unleashing their full strength to cope!

CRACKLE CRACKLE!

Meng Qingshan took a deep breath and circulated his vitality; his eyes suddenly became bloodshot and bulged, his already massive physique expanding further, his aura surging violently.

However, he was clearly operating at an overload, and the sound of his muscles and bones tearing under the unbearable strain rang out incessantly.

"DIE!!"

With a thunderous roar that shook the heavens, his massive black demonic body appeared before the Flesh Tai Sui as if teleporting, and his black fist, as large as a millstone, slammed solidly into its face, caving it in on the spot.

Whew...

Zhao Wei also made his move, exhaling a breath of turbid air as his hair stood on end, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes as if tiny mice were scurrying underneath.

His veins bulged instantly, his face twisted into a ferocious mask, and his muscles swelled; his arms and legs grew as thick as pillars, powerful and sturdy, truly resembling the waist of a Savage Whale, possessing boundless strength!

Giant Whale Art!

This was the secret Hard Qigong of the White Whale Martial Arts Hall!

Back in the day, the two founders of the Giant Whale Sect each created a legacy: one developed the world-renowned Tyrant Whale Fist, while the other created the secret Hard Qigong technique, the Giant Whale Art.

This art consists of nine levels in total.

It is said that each level grants the strength of one Desolate Giant Whale, and achieving mastery allows one to strike down an Innate expert!

His Divine Strength limit could only bear the second level!

Yet even at the second level, with the strength of two Desolate Giant Whales coursing through his body and the Giant Whale Tyrant Body unleashed, he was strong enough to dominate anyone below the Cocoon Breaking realm and even contend with those in the early stages of Cocoon Breaking!

Zhao Wei's talent was quite remarkable.

In his fifty years on the martial arts path, he had not only become a grandmaster of the Tyrant Whale Fist but had also mastered the second level of the Giant Whale Art, having long since cultivated the Giant Whale Tyrant Body!

In terms of pure strength alone.

He was not at all weaker than Meng Qingshan!

It was a pity.

He lacked a Qi Sea Dantian; otherwise, he could have traveled much further in the future.

"Die!"

Since he had decided to enter the fray, Zhao Wei had no intention of holding back; he roared, leaped into the air, and joined the melee.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The collision of flesh and blood produced terrifying shockwaves!

With his grandmaster-level Tyrant Whale Fist unleashed, combined with the power of the Giant Whale Art, he launched a barrage like a mountain collapsing or a sea churning!

For a moment.

The offensive power displayed by Zhao Wei was not in the least bit inferior to Meng Qingshan, who had undergone his second Limit Liberation.

Clang!

Whoosh!

Following closely behind were a sword and a ruler!

Mao Ba and Yun Tianliu had also joined this encirclement!

Neither of them was simple.

Yun Tianliu practiced the Soldier Dao, known as the number one path for combat and killing!

Furthermore, having practiced the Fangcun Sword Technique created by the legendary swordsman Yang Wufeng since childhood, he had now reached the grandmaster realm, and his killing power was extraordinary.

This sword technique was famous throughout Guangqing Prefecture.

Within a square inch, I am invincible!

Unbreakable, the bane of Hard Qigong!

It is rumored that before Yang Wufeng reached the Innate realm, he relied on this sword technique to face three peak Cocoon Breaking Hard Qigong experts; without needing wide, sweeping strikes, he killed his enemies within a square inch!

As the leader of the younger generation of the Fangcun Sword Hall, Yun Tianliu might not have been a match for the young Yang Wufeng.

But his killing power was not to be underestimated.

Slashing, stabbing, pointing, parrying, blocking...

Like an antelope hanging by its horns, his attacks were like a violent storm.

Within a square inch, his sword was as fierce as a dragon, tricky and vicious; the moment he entered the fray, he caused flowers of blood to bloom all over the second-form Flesh Tai Sui.

That seemingly impenetrable shell of flesh and blood became like tofu under his sword, immediately drawing a significant amount of aggro.