Demonic Blood Martial Artist

Serenity and eeriness.

Appeared on Zhuge Yucheng's face at the same time.

Watching from afar, Luo Chen frowned.

This thing was that wicked?

In his current state, it was as though he had been "delivered from suffering" by the Stone Buddha.

Suddenly,

Upon the palm of the Eight-Armed Stone Buddha.

Zhuge Yucheng abruptly opened his eyes, a strange smile curling across his lips.

He gently tilted his head.

Separated by five li, the two stared at each other from afar.

Two lines of bloody tears seemed to stream down the Stone Buddha's blurred face. From the mud beneath its seat, eight enormous Buddha hands burst out of the ground.

The eight Buddha hands stood on either side of the Stone Buddha, some holding vajras, others glazed lamps, and eight other stone implements.

Zhuge Yucheng stood atop one of the enormous Stone Buddha's shoulders, his lips moving faintly.

The Eight-Armed Stone Buddha's massive body erupted with a thunderous burst.

Endless resentment and demonic qi soared into the heavens, forming a gigantic black skull behind the Stone Buddha.

Luo Chen's expression was grave, but he did not choose to leave.

Though the Stone Buddha was powerful, it was not invincible.

If he fled, the surrounding villages would surely suffer.

"Go!"

Just as he faced off against the Stone Buddha.

Xiao Xiuzhu appeared at Luo Chen's side at some unknown moment, seized him, and headed upstream along the tributary.

There were fewer villages there, which could reduce civilian casualties.

Luo Chen and Xiao Xiuzhu fled one after the other, with the Eight-Armed Stone Buddha pursuing and trying to kill them all the way.

"Brother Xiao, how are your injuries?"

Luo Chen asked.

Xiao Xiuzhu was not in good shape at the moment, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Xiao Xiuzhu's previously surging blood and qi had already been suppressed. He gently shook his head and continued.

"I've sent out a Messenger. Chief Director will arrive soon."

"The two of us will lure the Stone Buddha somewhere remote and find a way to stall it."

He laid out his plan.

As a Demon Suppression Captain, even if he was no match for it, he could not possibly stand by and let a Demonic Beast slaughter the common people.

"Brother Xiao, don't you think this Demonic Beast is strange?"

The scenery before them flew backward at breakneck speed.

Luo Chen spoke gravely.

Prompted by his question, Xiao Xiuzhu recalled the events in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt.

"The Stone Buddha is clearly coming for our Demon Suppression Bureau."

"And Zhuge Yucheng—there's something wrong with him!"

Luo Chen's tone was certain.

As the two fled at full speed.

An aged voice rang out beside Luo Chen's ear.

"Young friend, the man atop that Stone Buddha cultivates the Demonic Blood Martial Way!"

Luo Chen's heart jolted. Only after hearing those somewhat familiar words did he realize.

North Sea Profound Turtle Li Changsheng had awakened.

He was a Greater Demon King of the Fifth Realm.

Demonic Blood Martial Way!

Luo Chen had previously learned about this kind of martial artist.

Their innate talent was lacking, so they used secret arts to fuse with Demonic Beast blood or transplant the special organs of Demonic Beasts, thereby improving their aptitude and breaking through their bottlenecks.

But the drawbacks were also glaringly obvious.

The frenzied Killing Intent and demonic qi of Demonic Beasts could easily corrode the hearts of such people.

In the end, whether they were human or demon no longer mattered.

They were collectively called Demonic Blood Martial Artists.

Within the Demon Suppression Bureau, such martial artists were directly classified as the same kind as Demonic Beasts. Kill them on sight!

Damn it, what the hell is Shangguan Changyue doing?

Luo Chen cursed Shangguan Changyue to the skies in his heart.

She was far too incompetent as Chief Director.

A Deputy Director and a Demon Suppression Captain had both become entangled with Demonic Beasts.

Yet she had failed to notice it right under her nose.

Li Changsheng's voice drifted over leisurely.

"This Eight-Armed Ancient Buddha was once the guardian of a Water Eye in the lower reaches of the White Dragon River. But over the course of countless years, it absorbed too much resentment and obsession."

"After it became demonic, I remembered its merit in guarding the Water Eye and suppressed it, hoping to purify it."

"What a pity! I was wrong."

"This Ancient Buddha was deliberately corrupted!"

Listening to Li Changsheng mutter on, Luo Chen's mouth twitched.

Compared to this Eight-Armed Ancient Buddha, Zhuge Yucheng interested him more.

The two made their way to an open stretch of riverbank.

There were no inhabited villages within dozens of li.

Only then did they stop.

Xiao Xiuzhu swallowed hard, gripping his great spear tightly, his expression solemn.

Luo Chen, on the other hand, had confidence in his own strength.

More importantly.

Li Changsheng was awake now.

If this old turtle made a move, wouldn't crushing this Ancient Buddha to death be as easy and pleasant as a father beating his son?

So there was nothing to be nervous about.

As though he had seen through Luo Chen's thoughts.

Li Changsheng's somewhat weak voice echoed in his ear at last.

"Young friend, if I make a move, the one in the Dragon Palace will surely sense it. You must rely on yourself for this!"

Luo Chen...

After remaining silent for a moment, he gripped Golden Scale.

"Brother Luo, today we'll have to fight shoulder to shoulder."

Xiao Xiuzhu took a deep breath. Gang qi surged across his great spear.

Zhuge Yucheng, standing upon the Eight-Armed Stone Buddha's shoulder, lowered his clasped hands.

Looking down at the two of them, a victorious smile hung on his lips.

"You two, become ghosts beneath my seat!"

As his words fell.

The Eight-Armed Stone Buddha beneath his feet trembled faintly, and the eight massive hands behind it, each holding a different stone implement, came crashing down upon the two.

Luo Chen and Xiao Xiuzhu charged forward.

Yin Yang True Gang blossomed across the Golden Scale Blade. With a sweeping slash, it collided with four enormous Buddha hands.

One gigantic palm snapped apart and crashed onto the ground.

From afar, Xiao Xiuzhu's eyes lit up at the sight.

What terrifying True Gang!

Back at the camp, he had personally witnessed the True Gang Luo Chen unleashed sever one of the Stone Buddha's arms.

That was why he had dared to join Luo Chen in dealing with this Stone Buddha.

This little brother had hidden himself far too deeply!

Setting aside those thoughts.

Xiao Xiuzhu whirled his great spear, streams of gang force blocking the massive hands pressing down on him.

The two smashed their way forward, charging toward the Stone Buddha's true body.

The closer they drew to the Stone Buddha.

The more Buddhist chants seemed to ring in their ears, calming their hearts.

A thought arose in them—to lay down their weapons and become Buddhas on the spot.

Shaking his head forcefully,

Xiao Xiuzhu only felt his consciousness grow increasingly muddled.

Brilliant golden light radiated from Luo Chen's body. Though Buddhist chants also echoed by his ears, they were not enough to shake his mind.

Xiao Xiuzhu's situation, however, was far from encouraging.

The closer he came to the Stone Buddha, the more those Buddhist chants bewitched his heart.

It was like a kind of domain.

When the two were less than fifty meters from the Stone Buddha.

Xiao Xiuzhu's mind completely sank. He actually sat down where he stood and pressed his palms together.

Li Changsheng's warning sounded beside Luo Chen's ear.

"If that man doesn't leave the Stone Buddha's range soon, I fear he'll never wake again!"

Hearing this, Luo Chen went to Xiao Xiuzhu's side, placed his left hand on his shoulder, and hurled him straight into the river with all his strength.

In that brief, wasted moment.

When he looked back again.

Above and below, left and right, east and west, north and south.

From all eight directions, eight enormous Buddha hands came thundering in, surrounding him.

"Heh, kid, be careful."

Li Changsheng warned him, while also preparing to act.

Luo Chen looked up. The sky had darkened, blocked out by the eight giant hands.

Across a radius of a thousand meters, the ground abruptly sank thirty meters, forming a massive pit.

The eight enormous hands stacked atop one another, suppressing Luo Chen beneath their palms.

Before Zhuge Yucheng could even let out a smug laugh.

The Stone Buddha beneath his feet trembled faintly, and the clay sculpting on its body began to peel away at a rapid pace.

Within the massive pit ahead.

Streams of golden light shone through the shattered cracks.