Cannon Fodder

"Wisdom King Fire!? You brat!!"

Jingtu's large, copper-bell-shaped eyes widened even more.

He naturally recognized the "Bing Character Instruction" technique. He had used this method to infuse fire into the brain during his fifth battle with Wei Fotuo, thus refining the Prison-Subduing Wisdom King and winning the battle.

But the Nine-Character Great Hand Seal he holds only consists of three techniques: Lin, Bing, and Jie. Did his opponent's "Dou" and "Zhe" techniques come purely from his own comprehension?

Faced with this "Great Mudra" level attack, Jingtu no longer hesitated. With a wave of his hand, the Prison-Subduing Wisdom King " skinned and pierced flesh in the next moment. The blood-stained robe began to spread, covering the King's body inch by inch. At the same time, a profound Brahma light, different from ordinary Buddhist light, rose from Jingtu's body, solemn yet sinister.

Seeing this, Rogue Person Yunxiu's puppet face also became solemn.

"You've already made a vow? No wonder you were able to subdue the Myo-o."

The Five-Character Great Hand Seal of the Hu Mang was formed, and its body was surging with raging Buddhist fire, and the whole person entered a state of great wrath.

In Buddhism, a wrathful deity is created from wrathful thoughts; the more terrifying the wrathful deity, the more terrifying his wrathful thoughts.

But deep within the Hu Mang's eyes, a faint, eerie light flickered, keeping his mind as cold as an icy lake even in his state of "great rage."

Far from being intimidated by the other party's rage, he actually used this wrathful Dharma Aspect to clearly "see" the true nature of the "human skin robe" on Jingtu's body.

It was not something simply drawn with demonic blood, but rather a "net of willpower" forcibly woven from countless twisted rages and mixed willpower.

The net is not yet fully formed, especially in the lower abdomen, where the flow of willpower is noticeably sluggish and hollow, forming a fragile and hidden "knot".

It has similarities to the changes in Tribulation Qi.

With a swift movement, the surrounding air rippled like water, and he seemed to step through the boundary between reality and illusion, appearing out of thin air in front of Hu Mang Jingtu.

He slightly bent the five fingers of his right palm and pressed it straight into the empty hole, without leaning to one side!

Jingtu's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, a trace of fear flashed across his furious face.

His reaction was terrifyingly fast. His left arm, as thick as an elephant pillar, bulged with muscles and stood horizontally in front of the Hu Mang's palm, while his other right hand, as big as a winnowing basket, was already tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound as it fiercely grabbed at the Hu Mang's skull!

The monk's physical body had been tempered to an unbelievable degree; the surge of his Qi and Blood clearly surpassed that of the Hu Mang.

This is a method of exchanging injury for injury, a mutual destruction; it's all about who's more ruthless!

However, just as the giant hand was about to strike, the flesh and blood in the depths of the Hu Mang's right eye quietly twitched. The next instant, a cold, upright vertical pupil, seemingly containing the intent to overturn the heavens and earth, suddenly opened!

An indescribable aura of terror, like a slumbering primordial beast awakening, erupted from the Hu Mang's body.

The surrounding light instantly distorted, and the space seemed to groan under the strain, its energy surging and disorienting!

The scene of absorbing the Tribulation Eye seemed to reappear.

A dark rift seemed to be torn open in the void. The patterns around the Tribulation Eye, which flowed with the aura of destruction, were forcibly pulled away from the main body like rivers flowing into the sea, twisting into thin streams of light that filled the dragon's mouth.

But this time it was completely the opposite.

A torrent of powerful Wisdom King True Fire surged forth from the palm of the Hu Mang.

But the flame did not burn haphazardly. Instead, the moment it left the palm, it strangely split and lengthened, transforming into countless fine, hair-like, yet extremely condensed, crimson-gold fire lines.

These lines of fire seemed to possess a life of their own, following the evolutionary and demise patterns of some kind of "calamity," precisely piercing into every node and every gap of that "net of willpower," especially the most vulnerable and hollow places!

"Sizzle!!!"

It felt as if a scorching hot iron had been pressed onto silk.

The "human skin robe" woven from countless wrathful thoughts and vows on Jingtu's body was instantly torn to shreds by this highly targeted attack!

The originally flowing dark red magic patterns broke apart inch by inch, and the structure of willpower collapsed.

Jingtu's expression changed drastically, and his right hand, which was about to crush the Hu Mang's head, suddenly withdrew at an incredible speed and angle;

Spread your fingers, palm facing inward, and slap your chest hard.

"Bang!"

A deep, resounding thud, like a heavy drumbeat.

Jingtu's massive, mountain-like body was actually pushed back three zhang by the force of his own palm strike!

Two deep furrows were carved into the bluestone ground by his feet.

As he retreated, countless twisted, dark red demonic runes flickered wildly on the surface of his tattered "human skin cloak," followed by a series of "poof! poof! poof! poof!"

Numerous bloody gashes, like blooming eerie flowers, burst open one after another on the surface of the robe and even on his own skin!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly turning him into a shocking blood-soaked figure.

He staggered to his feet, raised his head, and the rage on his face was replaced by a mixture of shock, pain, and a deeper, more ferocious rage.

Those large, copper-bell-shaped eyes reflected the Hu Mang's calm face, as well as that eerie vertical pupil that slowly closed, as if it had never appeared before.

Rogue Person Yunxiu, standing to the side, was too shocked to speak.

Because the method that Hu Mang just displayed was clearly the evolution of heavenly secrets, and an evolution of heavenly secrets that was even higher than his own level.

This thing consumes quite Law Power.

This wasn't the first time Hu Mang had tried to open his eyes, but it was indeed the first time he had tried doing so during a magical duel.

Just opening his eyes once consumed 30% of his Law Power, and that was the Law Power of Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

If one is not yet at the Foundation Establishment stage, the Law Power consumed must be at least 60%.

As a former Foundation Establishment Great Perfection level player, Hu Mang knew very well that after completing the Innate Foundation Establishment, his Lower Dantian Law Power had recovered to its peak level.

Aside from not having reached the stage of Golden Core evolution, he is no different from his peak period.

However, the evolution of the Golden Core can be countered by the Profound Mysterious Yin Devil Moon, and the latter is even stronger.

If we add the "Heavenly Soldier Divine Office," then it surpasses them in every aspect.

He can now say with certainty that even in the "simple and unpretentious" overseas cultivation world, he is a standard Golden Core level combatant.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to beat that big monk so badly.

After all, this great monk had just killed a powerful figure from an unorthodox sect.

This is the true peak combat power of the Demon -Demon-Subduing City.

Although the opponent still has the "Prison-Subduing Wisdom King" which is useless, the problem is that the opponent's robe is torn, so he can't use it even if he wants to.

Do you really think he's a brainless fighting maniac? My experience in life-or-death arenas isn't for nothing.

If the opponent didn't have any martial virtue and directly charged over in command of the Prison-Subduing Wisdom King, he wouldn't be much slower in regaining his grip on the spear.

Jingtu stared blankly at Hu Mang, seeing a clear cunning look in the other's narrow fox eyes—he was a genuine fox raised by humans.

But that feeling of disregarding life and death just now couldn't be faked.

"Hahahaha, very well, very well, my brother's death was not unjust, nor was it unjust at all at your hands. I was originally planning to use him to cultivate into the animal realm, but encountering someone like you, he deserved it."

Jingtu plopped down on the ground, laughing wildly. He reached into his Storage Bag at his waist and pulled out two small wine jars, each the size of a winnowing basket. He tossed one of the jars toward Hu Mang with his large hand.

"Try the wine I brewed with the Essence Blood of demons."

Before Hu Mang could respond, he grabbed the wine jar and began to drink wildly. The bright red wine mixed with the other man's blood made him appear even more unrestrained and bold.

Hu Mang grabbed the wine jar with one hand, felt a tightness in his chest, took a step back, lifted it with one hand—it weighed over a hundred pounds—and looked down, the stench of blood assaulting his nostrils.

He plopped down, but didn't touch the wine jar.

"What, afraid it's poisonous?" Jingtu glanced at him sideways and asked.

"I never drink alcohol after a magical duel with someone."

"Why?"

"If I had been drugged after a fight, my corpse would be cut into countless pieces by now," Hu Mang said calmly.

"That's interesting. What did you do before? Were you also a monk?"

What is a "respectful monk"?

"They're down the mountain to collect rent, and while they're at it, they're teaching those disobedient believers a lesson."

Oh, a loan shark.

Hu Mang said calmly, "Then I'm in a similar situation to you; I'm responsible for settling disputes between sects."

Jingtu spat out a mouthful of blood, grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, and smiled in a somewhat ferocious yet strangely satisfying way, "Hey, looking at it this way, we're practically in the same line of work, and both of us are the kind that nobody likes."

"More or less."

"Boy, I admire you." Jingtu tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of blood wine, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I know you're not the kind of person to lie; in that case, even if I seek revenge on you in the future, I will only do so openly and honestly. It would be such a waste for someone like you to be betrayed and killed."

"Death by assassination isn't entirely out of the question."

Hu Mang said casually, licking his finger after dipping it in a drop of blood-red wine.

It doesn't taste good; he still prefers carbonated drinks.

"Haha, that's arrogant enough!" Jingtu wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes fixed on Hu Mang. "I won't lie to you, I'm here because of the title of 'Prison-Subduing Official'; according to those two remnants of the Divine Dynasty whom I've 'instructed,' as long as we kill the current one, we can 'seize' the Jade Firmament Divine Office. Unfortunately, those two guys' divine offices are too trashy, I don't even want them."

He paused, took another swig of wine, and blurted out, "Speaking of which, I owe three-tenths of my coming here to you, kid. That big eye of yours is always darting around, making me itchy. I heard this Prison-Subduing Official is on par with the Devil-Subduing Heavenly Soldier, so he must be a pretty good guy. That's why I came."

His gaze swept over Hu, carrying a hint of understanding and inquiry. "Those two seals of yours, 'Dou' and 'Zhe', you must have learned them from this divine office, right? The nature of the Prison-Subduing Official's is similar to that of my 'Prison-Subduing Wisdom King.' If the Buddha had obtained these things, the benefits he would have gained would probably be no less than yours, wouldn't they?"

"That's true."

Hu Mang nodded.

The person on the other side is truly of the same nature; their "similar nature" is basically considered cheating.

"However, I changed my mind later. Even if you don't come, I'll still have to leave in two or three days."

"Why is that?" Now Hu Mang was curious.

Jingtu chuckled, but there was no warmth in his smile; instead, it was filled with mockery and a chilling intent. "This official's position is easy to get into, but getting off—that's not so simple."

He stretched out his thick finger, pointed upwards, and then pointed at the Hu Mang: "As an official, you'll ultimately face only two fates: either you become someone else's food, or you become cannon fodder in battle. There's no other choice."

He tilted his head back and drank the remaining wine, then casually tossed the empty wine jar aside, smashing it to pieces on the bluestone.