Pig Head is Useless at Accomplishing Things but Excellent at Ruining Them!

Demonic energy churned and condensed, and Zhu Erdao instantly transformed into a thirty-foot-tall Pig Demon Dharma Idol!

This Dharma Idol was different from Zhu Dazhuang's. Instead of blunt sabers, it wielded two five-foot-long giant cleavers.

Demonic energy flowed around the blades, emitting a whistling sound.

"A... a thirty-foot Dharma Idol!" Song Yunzi gasped, taking a sharp breath.

Zhu Dazhuang's ten-foot Dharma Idol had already put the three of them through a tough fight. Now, this thirty-foot Dharma Idol had a demonic energy concentration more than three times stronger!

Everyone present, along with the newly arrived Patrolman Li, immediately assumed combat stances, their faces grim.

Only Wang Lang remained calm.

He stomped his foot, and Zhu Dazhuang's head was crushed.

Grease and gore splattered everywhere.

The Pig Demon's body twitched a few times, and its demonic energy began to dissipate.

"You!" Zhu Erdao's pig-like eyes widened. "How dare you insult my brother like this!"

Wang Lang retracted his foot, flicked the filth off his boot, and said calmly, "So what if I insulted your brother?"

He looked at Zhu Erdao's thirty-foot Dharma Idol and said to Centurion Zhao and the others:

"The one under my foot probably isn't dead yet. You guys cuff him. The new one, leave him to me."

Seeing Wang Lang step forward, Centurion Zhao quickly fastened the Demon Binding Cuffs onto Zhu Dazhuang's wrists and bound him securely with special ropes.

Meanwhile, Wang Lang was already facing Zhu Erdao head-on.

"Arrogant!" Zhu Erdao roared, his Dharma Idol's twin blades crossing as he slashed down!

The blade wind tore through the air. If this strike had landed true, even a Bedrock Realm Body Refinement cultivator, known for their tough physiques, would likely have been cleaved in two.

Wang Lang, however, did not dodge.

He raised his Tin Staff, pointing it precisely at the point where the twin blades crossed.

A clang of metal on metal exploded, and a wave of energy surged outwards from the collision point.

Several nearby houses, not built very sturdily, were lifted and overturned, revealing the onlookers who had been peeking inside.

Someone screamed and scrambled backward, muttering curses under their breath: "These flimsy houses are too weak!"

No one paid attention to the fleeing figures.

The Pig Demon Zhu Erdao felt as if its blades had struck a mountain tens of thousands of feet high. The recoil sent a numbing shock through its Dharma Idol's arms.

Before it could retract its blades, Wang Lang moved.

The Tin Staff became a dark golden blur.

One strike, smashing the left blade!

Two strikes, striking the back of the right blade!

Three strikes, thrusting directly at the Dharma Idol's chest!

The thirty-foot Dharma Idol was forced back three steps by this single thrust, its demonic energy dissipating from its chest, revealing a gaping wound.

"Three strikes in... a single breath?!" Master Huineng stared in astonishment.

He glanced down at the broken handle of his Monk's Blade, then at Wang Lang's Tin Staff, and a thought inexplicably popped into his mind:

Should this old monk consider changing his weapon?

He used to think his Monk's Blade was light and easy to use, but seeing Young Master Wang's display now...

It seemed that a Tin Staff was more efficient for vanquishing demons!

Zhu Erdao was both shocked and enraged. Its Dharma Idol's twin blades danced like a fierce storm.

The blade light wove into a dense net, descending upon Wang Lang.

Yet, Wang Lang weaved through the blade net with ease, like a swimming dragon.

His Tin Staff struck, swept, thrust, and parried, each blow landing on the Dharma Idol's weak points.

Vajra Qi and Grand Righteous Qi flowed along the staff. With each hit, the Pig Demon Dharma Idol's demonic energy dissipated a little more.

"How can this human brat... be so fast? How can his strength be so great?!" Zhu Erdao grew increasingly alarmed as they fought.

While its Dharma Idol wasn't as powerful as some ancient demons, it was a solid mid-stage Second-Order entity.

Combined with its two cleavers, which had been nurtured by its lifeblood demonic energy for many years, it was enough to fight an evenly matched human Qi Refinement cultivator with a thirty-foot Dharma Idol.

But this young man before it, who hadn't even revealed his Dharma Idol, was pushing its Dharma Idol to the brink of collapse with just his physical body and a Tin Staff!

"No... if this continues, I'll surely be defeated!"

A fierce glint flashed in Zhu Erdao's pig-like eyes. It leaped backward violently, plunging its twin cleavers into the ground, and let out a mournful howl to the heavens!

"Awoooo!"

Demonic energy erupted like a volcano, soaring into the sky!

The Dharma Idol began to twist and expand. Its original thirty-foot frame grew once more, reaching a height of forty feet!

The pig's head grew even more ferocious, its tusks growing three feet long, and a pair of fleshy wings condensed from demonic energy even sprouted from its back.

Though they couldn't truly fly, it greatly increased the Dharma Idol's speed!

Most terrifying of all, those two cleavers were actually ignited with crimson flames.

That was the Blood Demon Fire, obtained by burning its life essence. If any human touched even a bit of it, their blood and essence would ignite, making life worse than death.

"A second-order demon's desperate technique... Blood Demon Transformation!"

Song Yunzi cried out in shock, "Young Master Wang, be careful! This fire ignites upon contact and specifically burns blood and essence!"

Hearing this, Wang Lang's eyes became slightly more serious.

He took half a step back, holding his Tin Staff horizontally in front of him. The Vajra Qi and Grand Righteous Qi within him accelerated their circulation, coating his body in a golden-white interwoven halo.

He hadn't even used thirty percent of his strength just now.

It wasn't arrogance, but rather an attempt to gauge the depth of this Pig Demon and see if there were any hidden circumstances behind it.

Now it seemed... this second Pig Demon was indeed much stronger than the first.

"Die!!"

Zhu Erdao's Dharma Idol flapped its wings, its forty-foot body turning into a bloody afterimage as its twin blades slashed down in a cross.

The Blood Demon Fire left two scorching trails in the air. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to warp slightly.

Wang Lang did not meet the attack head-on this time.

Instead of clashing directly with the blade edges, his Tin Staff attacked the Dharma Idol's joints, targeting weak points like its armpits and neck.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The sound of collision was like rain hitting banana leaves, dense to the point of suffocation.

Zhu Erdao became increasingly flustered as it fought.

It had already burned its life essence and entered the Blood Demon Transformation state, its strength increasing by more than half, yet it still couldn't even touch the corner of Wang Lang's clothes!

That seemingly heavy Tin Staff could always strike the Dharma Idol's weak points at unbelievable angles.

Each strike made its demonic energy circulation falter by a fraction.

"What kind of monster is this guy?!" Zhu Erdao already harbored thoughts of retreat.

But how could Wang Lang give it the chance?

Seeing the Dharma Idol lag a beat due to its obstructed demonic energy, Wang Lang's eyes flashed brightly.

Now!

He suddenly lunged forward, raising his Tin Staff high above his head and smashing it down!

Blood Demon Fire splashed outwards, and cracks simultaneously appeared on the bodies of both blades.

The Dharma Idol suffered a heavy blow, staggering backward. The opening in its chest was completely exposed.

Wang Lang changed his Tin Staff from a smash to a thrust, aiming straight for the Dharma Idol's heart!

"Stop! Spare me, big brother!"

Zhu Erdao roared in terror, but it was too late.

The Tin Staff pierced the Dharma Idol's chest, and the Grand Righteous Qi and Vajra Qi erupted with a roar!

"Pfft!"

Zhu Erdao's true form spat out a mouthful of blood, its aura weakening. The Dharma Idol could no longer be maintained and dissipated with a crash.

It knelt on one knee, its pig eyes filled with unwillingness and fear.

Wang Lang retracted his staff and stood, looking at Centurion Zhao and the others, "Cuff this one too. Interrogate them on why they gathered here and if they have any accomplices behind them."

Centurion Zhao nodded and was about to step forward.

But at this very moment, another change occurred!

"Hee hee hee... Two pig heads, truly useless and incompetent."