The Meat-Eater Is Ever Eaten by Meat

Yun Tianliu knew that all too well.

This yellow smoke had the bizarre power to soften flesh and turn bones to mush, and it would keep spreading until it had dissolved every bone in the body!

Pfft!

He endured the agony, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and swung his sword with his right hand, chopping off his entire left arm at the shoulder!

At least...

At the Divine Strength Realm, he could just barely lock down his vital energy and blood.

Otherwise...

The least he could expect was to bleed out and pass out!

By comparison...

Mao Ba was in far more horrific shape.

The yellow smoke from the Flesh Tai Sui had sprayed directly onto his neck!

One moment, his neck itched like crazy. The next, it stretched out like pulled dough, and his head dropped straight down to his chest!

Under normal circumstances...

With an injury that terrible...

Mao Ba would have kicked the bucket on the spot.

But he was, after all, a disciple of an Immortal Sect. A faint green glow appeared within him, forcibly keeping him alive!

"Ah, this hurts like hell!!"

But it really did hurt!

Mao Ba clutched the head that had dropped onto his chest and let out a shriek more heartrending than a pig being slaughtered.

Pfft!

The next moment...

He gritted his teeth through the pain and spat out another mouthful of Essence Blood. The second silver talisman in his Divination Bag activated, and he turned into a phantom, vanishing into the distant darkness in the blink of an eye!

He had fled!!

That left Zhao Wei, Meng Qingshan, Uncle Ya, and Yun Tianliu to suffer the consequences.

They had already been at the end of their rope after holding off the Flesh Tai Sui to buy Mao Ba time. They were covered in wounds, with barely three-tenths of their strength remaining.

The Flesh Tai Sui, on the other hand...

Though it had shrunk somewhat, apparently having spent a great deal of its life force resisting the Thunder Talisman...

It was still in far better shape than they were.

Bam! Bam! Bam!!

With one sweep of its arm, it sent them all flying like tattered sacks. They had no strength left to fight back.

Riiip!

Yun Tianliu suffered the worst fate of all!

This young chivalrous swordsman, righteous to the core and possessed of a backbone as unyielding as steel, had the long sword in his hand snapped by a vicious claw. His body was torn into several pieces, and he died on the spot!

"Eat... eat... eat..."

Thud, thud, thud!

Heavy footsteps marched forward.

All that remained in the Flesh Tai Sui's eyes, once touched by a flicker of intelligence, was the instinctive hunger for blood and flesh.

When it saw that no one could resist anymore...

It immediately set its sights on the nearest target, Zhao Wei, and charged!

Huff, huff, huff...

Zhao Wei had returned to his normal size. He lay on the ground, gasping like a bellows, barely clinging to life. His bones and internal organs all felt shattered.

The breath of death washed over him.

Fifty years of life flowed past like water.

"Alas, in the end, it was all a summer cicada's dream..."

At last...

Every sight and sound became one long, unwilling sigh.

He closed his eyes.

And quietly awaited death.

In his final moments...

He suddenly thought of Wu Dao, whom he had met only recently.

A Fist Dao Grandmaster at the peak of Divine Strength!

If Wu Dao came to turn the tide, the already exhausted Flesh Tai Sui ought not to be able to stop him, especially if he came determined to save them.

But...

Would Wu Dao intervene?

Boom!

Crushing force!

Bones shattered, and his skull exploded.

Boundless darkness swallowed everything.

There would be no if!!

"Eat, eat, eat..."

The Flesh Tai Sui tore into him with its claws and fangs, then headed for the remaining two, Meng Qingshan and Uncle Ya.

The pair lay facedown.

They lay motionless on the ground, their chests rising and falling faintly, as though they had given up all struggle!

Ten steps...

Five steps...

Three steps...

"Uncle Ya!!"

Meng Qingshan, who had been silent as the grave, suddenly roared.

Boom!

Uncle Ya, already at the end of his strength, slapped the ground and sprang into the air. With the wind howling around him, he dove like an eagle patrolling the heavens, his intact left claw stabbing straight toward the Flesh Tai Sui's Demon Core!

It all happened...

In a flash, without the slightest warning!

The timing was perfect. The Flesh Tai Sui hadn't seen it coming at all.

'Hahaha, die!'

Meng Qingshan's eyes brimmed with madness and triumph.

In the end, they had won!

And yet...

Whoosh—

Bang!

At the crucial moment, a fist-sized stone suddenly shot out of the darkness and struck Yingsha's left arm, deflecting it by a mere foot.

Roar!!

That one-foot difference...

Turned the tables completely!

Before Yingsha could pull his arm from the Flesh Tai Sui's chest, the frenzied monster tore him in half!

"Wu Dao!!!!"

Meng Qingshan's eyes nearly burst from their sockets. He roared like a madman, shaking the mountains and forests, instantly guessing who was responsible!!

But...

The surrounding darkness remained deathly quiet. Wu Dao was nowhere to be seen, and no one answered him.

Bastard!

Beast!!

How could he be so heartless and vicious?!!

Meng Qingshan was so furious he nearly spat blood. He had already guessed what Wu Dao was planning. Icy dread swept over him, and the most vicious malice wrapped around his soul.

But he could only lie on the ground, helplessly raging as he waited to be butchered. There was nothing he could do.

One wrong step, and every step after was wrong.

If only he hadn't underestimated the Flesh Tai Sui.

If only he had curbed his greed and escaped in time.

How had he ended up like this?

He was the young leader of the Four Seas Gang, with a dantian...

A man who had mastered Hard Qigong by the age of thirty...

He had so many honors and accolades.

Such a bright future ahead.

But...

In the end, men died for wealth, just as birds died for food!

Once desire arose, all wisdom vanished!

Meng Qingshan's eyes turned ashen. He gave up all resistance.

'The meat-eater is ever eaten by meat.'

At the last moment...

Meng Qingshan suddenly felt liberated, finally at peace.

All was silent.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

The stars and moon blazed brilliantly, and the night wind roared.

All the clamor and commotion had faded away.

Crack, crack...

In the clearing, the sounds of bones breaking and teeth crunching fell in a steady rhythm, the only melody in the night.

Crack—

Suddenly, a harsh, discordant chewing sound shattered the Flesh Tai Sui's quiet enjoyment of its exquisite song of death.

Roar!!

It whipped its head around and bellowed into the darkness of the forest, issuing a warning, like a beast interrupted at its meal by another predator.

That was right.

A predator!

In the Flesh Tai Sui's perception...

The newcomer was "not human."

It was a super-predator at the very top of the food chain!

That undisguised aura of bloodlust and savagery was raw and brutal, utterly devoid of humanity!

It reminded the Flesh Tai Sui of when it had been weak...

When a Forest Tiger King had fixed its gaze on it, driven it step by step into a corner, then dug it out of the earth with its claws and fangs, before tearing into it with great gulps. It remembered the suffocating terror.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

At its full strength, the Flesh Tai Sui might not have feared it!

But now...

Even if it had replenished its "nutrition"...

Even if that unknown "predator" let it finish eating...

It could still regain at most six or seven tenths of its full strength.

After all, that yellow smoke was its trump card for saving its life. It had drained the very core of its Demon Core, and it wouldn't recover easily.

Its chances of winning...

Were now an unknown!

Crack—

Gulp...

The last sound of chewing and swallowing rang out in the darkness.

Wu Dao emerged from the shadows, his hulking nine-foot frame built like a bear and strong as a tyrannosaur. He spat out a bone splinter with disgust. "That shit stinks!"

The Red-Armored Bat King's meat was awful.

Harder to swallow than shit; even fermented herring was a delicacy by comparison.

But, as the saying went, the stinkier it was, the more "fragrant" it became.

Eleven Evolution Points.

Even more nutritious than the little snake demon from before.

That brought the Evolution Points he had accumulated to forty.

And...

"Burp..."

Wu Dao belched. His stomach was warm as a furnace, brimming with enough astonishing energy to sustain a life-or-death battle.

He rolled his stiff neck, joints popping and cracking...

Wu Dao grinned at the restless Flesh Tai Sui, undisguised hunger and greed in his eyes. "Eat your fill. Don't hold back.

The victor rules, and the weak become meat.

That's perfectly normal in the food chain.

But I don't like eating 'skinny' meat. Sorry for the trouble, but hurry up and fatten yourself up.

Of course..."

Rrrip...

Wu Dao suddenly changed tack, a frenzy gleaming in his eyes. His clothes burst apart as he spread his arms, revealing a broad, perfectly proportioned torso, its powerful vitality coiled like a crouching dragon and tiger, like some primordial giant crab.

"Kill me, and you'll get a pretty fine feast too!

So...

For the sake of great evolutionary progress!

Let's hunt with reverence, in a battle of natural selection where the loser becomes meat!!"

The flesh-eater shall ever be eaten in turn.