"Just a Body Cultivator."
Facing the despairing Red-Scaled Giant Tiger, Chen Changming merely smiled calmly.
All four of his arms clenched into fists at once, blood and vitality surging through his body like raging tides.
He threw a punch.
The strength of all four arms converged, transforming into a fist wind capable of toppling mountains and splitting earth.
The punch struck the Red-Scaled Giant Tiger squarely on the head, and the crack of shattering bones rang out clearly.
The Red-Scaled Giant Tiger's massive body crashed to the ground, making the earth tremble violently.
It twitched several times before its breath was completely extinguished.
Chen Changming withdrew his fist and let out a long breath.
He stepped forward and swept out a large hand, storing the Red-Scaled Giant Tiger's corpse in his Storage Ring. This Demon King's flesh was formidable and its scales tough; it could be sold later in exchange for Ling Yu.
He looked at the two thick arms behind him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
The two arms were complete. Next came four arms.
He spent another half year cultivating day and night, advancing the Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly Art to the second level.
That day, a low muffled boom sounded from within the cave abode.
With a pop, two fleshy lumps rose once more from Chen Changming's shoulders and back, his body having doubled in size. A moment later, two new arms burst through his flesh.
At this point, on top of his original pair of arms, he had gained four more, for a total of six arms.
The six arms slowly spread out at his sides like a six-armed vajra in an Ancient Temple. Every finger contained the force of ten thousand jun; every clenched fist let him feel explosive power gathering over its surface.
Chen