A Contest to See Whose Blood Blossoms More Beautifully!

"Fine, I'll just kill you all first this time."

Lin Xiaocao's body went limp and collapsed.

The frail young man shook off the heart fragments from his hand, his weary voice echoing in the quiet street.

He was really tired.

The Five Thunders Art is called the Five Thunders Art, but it should actually be called the 'Ten Thunder Technique'.

Lesser Five Thunders and Greater Five Thunders.

The former represents metal, wood, water, fire, and earth; the latter represents heaven, Heaven, Earth, Ghosts, and Gods, and shrines

Old Huang is quite something; he's incredibly greedy, never touching the Lesser Five Thunders, and focusing entirely on studying the 'Divine Thunder' among the Greater Five Thunders.

The so-called Divine Thunder is in charge of killing and destroying, punishing gods who have not followed proper rituals, eliminating evil spirits and mountain monsters, splitting temples, destroying monasteries, and killing living beings.

That sounds awesome.

But this thing is fucking difficult!!

Even if it's just directly obtaining Lao Huang's cultivation progress, even if it's equivalent to personally experiencing a cultivation process...

However, mastering the basics of Divine Thunder still consumed a tremendous amount of Zhang Fusheng's energy, because the things involved were too bizarre!

It seems that cultivating this kind of thunder technique is hated by heaven and earth.

"You do not say."

"In this world, where are the Orthodox God? If, as the Buddhist disciple says, the world is sick, how can this Divine Thunder, which specifically kills wicked gods, not be hated by heaven and earth?"

Zhang Fusheng sighed inwardly.

The wind blows.

"Little grass!!" Zhou Muneo roared in fury.

Yu Chengzong and Li Qiuhua, who had already been made into blood donors, blinked hard.

Is that Little Fusheng?

That's Little Fusheng!

Did he just kill a member of the Twelve Refinements Action Team?

Yu Chengzong was the first to react, and before he could even think about what was going on, he roared:

"Fu Sheng! Run away!"

"There's no escaping it." Zhang Fusheng grinned in response, seeing many civilians collapsed on the street, and noticing the bulging tumors under their skin.

Although they have not been affected by the Malevolent Energy for the time being.

But anger still filled his heart.

"You are all bad people."

Zhang Fusheng was heartbroken. He had been mad for so long, and now that he had returned to normal, he still retained a trace of his madness.

"Bad people deserve to be killed!"

Several Twelve Refinements artists rushed towards him, then ten, then twenty, kicking up clouds of dust!

The dust and smoke suddenly stopped, and these martial arts masters braked abruptly, their feet sinking into the concrete.

Amidst horrified gazes, and under the dazed, dreamlike stares of Old Yu and Li Qiuhua,

That gentle, quiet, and polite Little Fusheng gradually swelled up, and swelled up...

The body felt like it was being violently pumped by an invisible air pump, the bones made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the muscles and skin stretched at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a rotting giant made of swollen flesh and blood!!

The giant stood still, breathing "slightly," each breath sounding like the roar of a broken bellows!

"You are not worthy of Sixteen-Foot True Body."

The giant whispered, his voice incredibly deep, as he stretched his body, revealing thick, twisted, worm-like bluish-black veins beneath his skin that pulsated wildly!

'Buzz!'

The giant vanished from the spot.

You are the scum!

He reappeared amidst the crowd, smashing several Grand Martial Artists at the Twelve Refinements into a bloody mist!

Before anyone could react, the giant, shrouded in blood mist, unleashed a series of domineering attacks.

Fist!

Slap!

Refer to!

Kick, stomp, ram!

One by one, the wicked, disguised as righteous individuals, were torn to pieces, and puffs of blood mist bloomed on the long street, like the arrival of early spring, when all things flourish and compete for beauty!

"Let me see whose blood mist looks the best!"

The rotting giant laughed.

The twentieth! The thirtieth! The fortieth!

This was a one-sided massacre.

A martial artist who Twelve Refinements and reached Perfection possesses a strength of 108,000 jin.

Zhang Fusheng

After consuming and digesting the massive amount of life force from Niu Dali, even in his frail youth form, he possessed a strength exceeding 350,000 jin!

At this moment, the Giant Contemplation has been unleashed, and its strength has exceeded one million jin, approaching the power limit of a martial artist or even Martial Arts Master!

"Monster! Monster!!" Some of the operatives were terrified and began to cry and run away.

"Cry?"

"Even crying has its timing!" the giant smiled, pure power roaring within him.

He merely moved, and the earth cracked beneath his feet, leaving deep footprints oozing a bluish-green liquid with each step!

Smash it!

Hunting!

Smash!

"Stop him!!" Zhou Muneo's eyes widened in fury, his heart pounded, and as his Blood Qi surged throughout his body, a white light emanated from him!

He opened his mouth and spat out a white ribbon that suddenly pierced the air and vanished!

"Watch out!!" Li Qiuhua shouted desperately.

It's too late.

A white streak struck the back of the rotting giant with a deafening roar; the white light was powerful enough to tear an entire building apart and send it flying into the air.

Suddenly, it pierced through the giant's body, large chunks of flesh evaporated, and a spurt of bluish-green blood erupted!

"Utterly vulnerable." Zhou Muneo sighed. "So, it's just a Glass Cannon with high attack but low defense."

The conversation abruptly ended.

He saw the giant, half of which had evaporated, stagger and grab a member of the action team. The latter let out two hoarse sounds, quickly withered away, and finally turned into a puddle of white powder, which drifted away in the wind.

Then came the second, and the third.

As the fourth person drifted away in the wind, the shattered giant had fully recovered. He slowly turned around, looked at himself, and revealed a big smile.

Zhou Muneo's scalp tingled, and he opened his mouth, spitting out another bolt of white light!

The giant disappeared.

A white ribbon struck the road in the distance, causing large swaths of earth and stone to evaporate.

Where is everyone?

Zhou Muneo murmured, then suddenly realized something and stiffly lowered his head.

He saw that his shadow had disappeared on the ground.

Instead, there was an even larger, humanoid shadow, with a bloody wind blowing against the back of your head.

"You must be joking," Zhou Muneo muttered to himself.

The next second.

The hand, as massive as a pillar, unleashed a dull, thunderous sonic boom, mixed with a pale green, fishy wind, violently distorting the air!

A punch with absolutely no skill.

It was simply the purest, earth-shattering force that crushed everything in its path.

'Bang!'

In front of Zhang Fusheng, there was only half a person left—or more accurately, only two legs left.

"So, it's a Glass Cannon with high attack but low defense."

He grimaced as he spoke; he had been hit by the white light and was in excruciating pain.

"Wrong."

The rotting giant muttered to himself:

"You still have two legs left, so I acknowledge your defensive capabilities."

He reached out and patted the air as if to tap the spot where Zhou Muneo's shoulder had been.

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"

One of the team leaders let out a shrill scream.

"Where are you going?"

The giant grinned:

"Want to play hide-and-seek? Sure, sure! Now, I'll be the one to find you!"

He vanished, reappearing behind a team leader—a martial artist who had uncovered Kidney's Great Secret extraction.

The Kidney's Great Secret, one can hear things from afar, possesses boundless energy, and experiences a surge in strength.

Strength?

Zhang Fusheng looked at the Martial Arts Master who was bracing himself with both hands on one fist and roaring at the top of his lungs, and shook his head.

"Your kidneys aren't doing so well either."

He slammed his fist down, and a freshly baked meat pie appeared on the ground.

The giant disappeared.

The third one was an old team leader who was opening the Liver's Great Secret. The other party knew that there was no way to escape. His immaculate body burst out with light, and his eyes shone with divine light!

The eyes are the orifice of the liver. Those who delve into the Liver's Great Secret can see hundreds of miles away, and similarly, they can also spot people with their eyes.

A gleam of light appeared in his eyes in an instant.

In an instant, the terrifying divine light tore half of the giant's body apart, spraying large amounts of greenish-blue flesh and blood, along with foul-smelling blood, into the air.

In excruciating pain, Zhang Fusheng grimaced and screamed as he smashed the old team leader to pieces, frantically drawing life force from him!

Hmm.

All I can say is,

He truly deserves to be called Martial Arts Master.

Previously, he had to draw upon the life force of four Twelve Refinements martial artists to barely heal his severe injuries.

Now, the Martial Arts Master only needed to absorb a tiny bit of the medicine, and his injuries were already completely healed.

"Tsk, if there are enough grunts, and if I don't get instantly killed, wouldn't I be immortal with these Dead Man's Bones?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself and disappeared from the spot once again.

Then came the fourth, and the fifth.

The last two remaining team leaders, like chicks, were captured by Zhang Fusheng. Their Blood Qi Beacon, and their roars were like a violent wave.

Everything was forcibly torn apart by Zhang Fusheng —including the sounds.

Then.

The giant grabbed two 'children' with each hand and slapped them together.

The two team leaders then joined forces.

You are in me, and I am in you.

There was another member of the operation fleeing in the distance.

The giant tilted his head, thought for a moment, then formed a strange Law Seals, stomped his foot, pulled forward, and shouted—"Attack!"

Bit the tip of your tongue.

Although he is not yet a complete Martial Arts Master and has not truly discovered the Spleen's Great Secret, he is unable to truly utilize the power of [Divine Thunder] in the Five Thunders Art.

Can.

Blood contains Qi and Blood, Qi and Blood contains the True Thunder Intent.

This time, the blood spurted out did not emit any lightning.

Instead, accompanied by that shout of "Strike!", it transformed into a truly blazing white lightning bolt!

The first flash of lightning was already far away.

Those who tried to escape were blasted into charcoal, and only then did the blazing white lightning in the air expand into arcs of electricity, followed by a thunderous roar that reverberated across the long street.

"Finally."

The giant shrank little by little:

"Finally, it's quiet."

He turned around and looked at his two uncles and aunts, who were stained with blood.

Yu Chengzong's throat bobbed twice, and Li Qiuhua's lips trembled.

They saw the frail, delicate-looking boy brush the blood clots off his hands.

Just like the other day, he greeted me reservedly and politely.

"Uncle Yu, Aunt Li."

Zhang Fusheng picked up the blood-stained clothes, somewhat embarrassed, and used them to cover his naked body, saying shyly:

"I never expected to see you again under these circumstances."

"How embarrassing. Haha, hahaha."

The two of them seemed to have their throats choked, unable to utter a word for a very long time.

Are you dreaming?

Li Qiuhua looked at that delicate face and murmured to herself.

"It's not a dream."

Zhang Fusheng stepped forward and helped the two seriously injured elders. His gaze passed over them, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"If I manage to escape Jiangzhou this time, please, Uncle Yu and Aunt Li, keep this a secret for me."

"Don't make it sound so scary—I'm afraid my parents won't be able to handle it."

He spoke softly, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

Zhang Fusheng saw an old woman curled up in pain on the ground not far away, next to a pile of scattered sweet potatoes. It all exploded.

Inside the exploded body of the old woman, there were no bones or internal organs to be seen!

Her body was now completely covered with fleshy lumps.

At this moment, the fleshy ball was throbbing vigorously, growing blood-red threads that spread across the ground!

Then came the second person, the third, and the fourth.

On the streets, in residential buildings, nearby, and far away!

One by one, innocent people infected with the Flesh and Blood Plague exploded.

Numerous sarcomas were scattered, expanding and contracting rhythmically like living organisms, with blood-red threads growing from each sarcoma.

These silk threads intertwine to form a honeycomb-like grid, densely covering the ground, and continuing to extend and extend!

The entire street was being rapidly swallowed up by these threads of flesh and blood, which spread wildly like a honeycomb grid!

Zhang Fusheng frowned, his gaze sharp. With a light step, the Yin Snake True Intent, accompanied by force, burrowed into the ground.

The shattered pavement began to turn into powder, spreading towards the surging crimson threads!

A large number of blood-red threads were also eroded into blood dust by the Yin Snake True Intent.

But even more threads kept coming!

"That is..." Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself.

"Flesh and Blood Mycelial Blanket," Li Qiuhua said with difficulty. "It's Flesh and Blood Mycelial Blanket."

She sighed softly, her face appearing even paler in the sunlight.

"The Flesh and Blood Plague was activated, and the flesh spheres developed a faint consciousness, began to connect with each other, and spread Flesh and Blood Mycelial Blanket."

Yu Chengzong coughed up blood, suppressing his immense doubts and confusion about Little Fusheng, and spoke:

"Originally, this disaster was confined to the Lower-Level District. We were sent here to investigate why the Flesh and Blood Plague spread."

"But now."

"The entire city will be covered."

In every word and phrase,

The thin net formed by the threads pumped out by the fleshy mass had already spread over the ground beneath the three people's feet.

Zhang Fusheng saw that it wasn't on the road.

It's a street lamp, it's grass, it's a tree.

Crimson threads began to creep up the buildings.

Those tall buildings gradually turned blood red.

From far to near, from near to far.

It was already dusk.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun,

The entire city, inside and out, was covered in a dark red hue.

This is a more vivid red than the blood-red setting sun.

"The Divine Descent has begun." Li Qiuhua trembled, gazing up at the equally dark red sky reflected in the entire dark red city.

Above the city, ten spaceships began to slowly withdraw, hovering outside the city.

Faint shouts and curses could be heard from all directions—from the abandoned action team members.

The spaceship never intended to take the mission members with it from the beginning.

Those people, like the city they abandoned, were also abandoned.

"A deity incubated from an entire city is far more powerful than a Divine Descent confined to the Lower-Level District."

Yu Chengzong murmured as he spoke.

Zhang Fusheng did not respond, but stared blankly at the dark red city, then suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Walk."

"Escape."

The words had barely left his lips when, far away, on the edge of the city...

The Flesh and Blood Mycelial Blanket was there, rising out of thin air and forming a blood-red wall.

The walls are still rising, still rising.

They converged at the summit, a thousand meters above the ground.

The entire city of Jiangzhou looked as if it were covered by half a blood-red eggshell.