I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 56 Han Zheng Must Die!

"[Slain an early-stage Innate Transcendence Martial Artist, gained 70 Qi Blood Essence]"

Han Zheng furrowed his brow.

It seemed the martial artists from the Smell Fragrance Sect, although numerous, were somewhat lacking in strength.

To think he had gained only 70 Qi Blood Essence after killing one.

Previously, Han Zheng had gained 100 Qi Blood Essence from slaying He Sheng of the Black Tiger Gang.

Moreover, this fellow was indeed no match for He Sheng in combat, having died under his own blade after just a few moves.

However, this sensation of madly reaping Qi Blood Essence was truly exhilarating.

Just as Han Zheng prepared to continue his slaughter, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The hair on his body stood on end as a heart-palpitating sensation surged through him— a formidable killing intent had locked onto him!

Having cultivated the Blood Slaughter Asura Blade, Han Zheng was far more sensitive to killing intent than an ordinary martial artist.

In an instant, he turned sharply, his Dragon Elephant Stepping technique grounding him, as the crimson evil Qi flowed around his Mo Blade Kill Tiger. Turning back, he ferociously delivered a slash!

With a loud metallic clang exploding in the air, Han Zheng instantly felt an overwhelming force and violent True Qi strike him.

The webbing of his hands tore immediately, and the Mo Blade Kill Tiger almost flew out of his grasp.

It was only because of the immense strength from the Dragon Elephant Wisdom that Han Zheng wasn't blown away by the attack, but he still retreated three steps.

Each step left a deep footprint on the ground, with the last one even sinking into the bluestone pavement and creating a hole.

Han Zheng steadied himself, fresh crimson blood streaming from his mouth.

Although he had blocked the strike, the violent True Qi had still injured his internal organs.

Looking up, he saw Song Xingfeng in a golden brocade robe, clutching a pale golden longsword etched with dragon patterns, standing in place and looking at Han Zheng with surprise.

He had thought that his sneak attack would surely kill Han Zheng, but unexpectedly, it had been blocked.

Others present were also surprised; everyone had been holding off the Smell Fragrance Sect, yet Song Xingfeng had suddenly launched a sneak attack on Han Zheng.

Zhang Tianyang, while fighting several Innate Realm peak members of the Smell Fragrance Sect, shouted angrily, "Song Xingfeng! How dare you attack our own at a time like this? Are you in collusion with the Smell Fragrance Sect? Even your Heavenly Blade Song Family won't be able to protect you!"

Song Xingfeng said indifferently, "Mr. Zhang, you misunderstand. My Song Family would not collude with the Smell Fragrance Sect. Don't you see my other disciples bravely fighting the enemy?

This Han Zheng has some personal grievances with my Song Family. He was ruthless during a martial arts hall competition and once injured my grandson, Song Tianqing, leaving the promising youth of my family with a hidden injury.

I must avenge this grudge for my grandson. After killing Han Zheng, I will assist you with all my might to fight the Smell Fragrance Sect."

The reasoning given by Song Xingfeng was one nobody would believe.

Who in Black Stone County didn't know that the most ruthless one was Song Tianqing?

Han Zheng did injure Song Tianqing, but it was impossible for any hidden injury to remain.

However, these details were unimportant. Song Xingfeng merely wanted to kill Han Zheng and could use any reason, even if it was as frivolous as disliking Han Zheng's face.

Before, Song Xingfeng would consider Zhang Tianyang and planned to kill Han Zheng after Zhang left.

But just now, seeing Han Zheng's fierce display in battle, he changed his mind.

He couldn't wait any longer!

Han Zheng had trained with Song Tianqing in the martial arts hall.

While they competed for the White Ape Extended Arm Fist, their strengths weren't far apart, with Han Zheng only slightly better.

But in no time, Han Zheng entered the Innate Realm ahead of Song Tianqing.

And then he teamed up with Jiang Tai to kill Pang Heihu and eradicate the Black Tiger Gang.

Now, Han Zheng had reached the middle stage of Innate Transcendence Realm, with astonishing combat power.

Song Xingfeng couldn't bear to imagine how much more powerful Han Zheng would become if he delayed any longer.

So today, he had to die!

The golden longsword in Song Xingfeng's hand radiated with dazzling and intense sword light; his Qi and blood surged and his True Qi blazed.

Han Zheng didn't hesitate for a moment and turned to flee.

Among the four stages of Innate, the Water and Fire Immortal Clothes and the other three stages had the most significant gap, and only martial artists of this substantial realm were entitled to be called true Innate Martial Artists.

Han Zheng dared to strike at Pang Heihu.

But if he still went head-to-head against Song Xingfeng, that would be sheer suicide.

"Chase!"

Song Xingfeng sneered, and the Song Family's head, Song Kangyuan, along with several Innate Martial Artists of the Song Family, ignored the Smell Fragrance Sect and pursued Han Zheng.

This sight infuriated Zhang Tianyang to the point he wanted to curse, but he was powerless to do anything.

Now, engaged by the Smell Fragrance Sect, he couldn't intervene to rescue Han Zheng.

Yuan Longshan didn't say anything but gave Song Xingfeng a deep look and turned to face Feng Jinyuan.

Han Zheng raced towards the city outskirts; inside, every member of the Smell Fragrance Sect could slow him down, and he would be certainly caught by Song Xingfeng.

The sudden murder attempt was a clear indication that Song Xingfeng knew about his killing of Gao Kaiyuan.

Where Song Xingfeng got his information from was no longer important.

The critical question was how he could escape a chase from a peak Innate Transcendence Realm expert who had cultivated the Water and Fire Immortal Clothes!

"Spread out and surround him from the flanks, don't let this brat escape. He's quite the runner."

Seeing that Han Zheng had already fled the county city, Song Xingfeng snorted coldly.

Han Zheng had not cultivated any speed-related martial arts, but at this moment, he used the White Ape Extended Arm Fist technique, moving like a white ape leaping through the forest, his speed surpassing that of martial artists of the same caliber.

However, after escaping for a while, Han Zheng realized he couldn't shake off Song Xingfeng at all!

The physical strength of his pursuer was far too superior, and even the purest physical power was not something Han Zheng could contend with.

"It's no use, you can't escape! Surrender, and I can offer you a quick death."

"If I am to die regardless, why not fight before I do?"

Han Zheng leaped into a dense forest, wielding the Mo Blade Kill Tiger, slicing a huge tree in half at the trunk, and kicked it toward Song Xingfeng who was in pursuit.

The enormous tree, large enough to be embraced by a person, didn't cause the slightest injury to Song Xingfeng. The protective True Qi surrounding him was like a harsh sword's edge, tearing the tree apart.

Seeing this, Han Zheng's heart sank instantly.

Although he had not reached the Peak of Innate Transcendence where one can transform Inner Strength into Gang Qi, releasing True Qi several feet outward was still completely feasible.

"Fight? Do you even have the right to?"

Song Xingfeng's Qi and blood surged explosively, rapidly increasing his speed. The golden dragon-patterned long blade in his hand shone fiercely with radiant Sword Light, cutting towards Han Zheng with a grandiose momentum.

Feeling the approaching blade behind him, Han Zheng concentrated the Blood Slaughter energy on his Mo Blade Kill Tiger, his killing intent soaring sky-high.

But when he struck with all his might and turned around to slash, he was directly sent flying by his opponent's blade.

In the next moment, the grand and intense Sword Light pressed in step by step, slicing at Han Zheng.

The blade carried both flexibility and simplicity, seemingly straightforward and unmatched in ferocity, yet it concealed endless variations within.

Whether in strength or skill, it was utterly overwhelming!

Heavenly Blade Technique of the Song Family!

There were many sects in the Martial World that studied swordsmanship, but those who researched sword skills were rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Sword Skill was far less complex and varied than swordsmanship, and naturally, it was difficult to form a sect around it.

But the Song Family's Heavenly Blade was among the rare few who had explored the way of the blade to its limits.

The Song Family Heavenly Blade—its technique harmonizing strength and softness, unpredictable in its changes—was said to contain the ultimate truths of sword skill, bestowed by the heavens themselves, hence the name Heavenly Blade.

Once cultivated to great success, every disciple of the Song Family would interpret the fundamental Heavenly Blade technique to develop their unique sword skill.

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Thus, the Heavenly Blade techniques displayed by the powerful figures of the Song Family were actually all different; some appeared to have widely divergent styles, but at their core was the Heavenly Blade technique.

Of course, Song Xingfeng had not yet reached the level where he could develop his sword skill, but even this basic Heavenly Blade technique was too much for Han Zheng to withstand.

After several exchanges, Han Zheng dodged in disarray, leaving huge sword scars on the ground.

When he could not dodge, Han Zheng barely managed to block, only to be sent flying again, suffering even greater internal injuries.

He turned to continue his escape, but Song Xingfeng, who was following close behind, did not seem too rushed.

Han Zheng was two small realms weaker than him and had far less Inner Strength reserves.

Eventually, once Han Zheng's Inner Strength was depleted, killing him would be as easy as flipping one's hand!

Han Zheng was also aware of this, his heart sinking instantly.

He couldn't keep running!

In the end, he would undoubtedly die!

Seeing Song Xingfeng catching up with a cold laugh, Han Zheng gritted his teeth and summoned the Taotie Furnace, instantly freezing time in the outside world.

Only by sacrificing the Taotie Furnace to break through his technique did Han Zheng stand a chance in this desperate fight!

Just now, Han Zheng had killed many warriors from the Smell Fragrance Sect, including one at the Innate Transcendence Realm, obtaining one hundred and ten Qi Blood Essence.

These Qi Blood Essence translated to a Hunger Level of just eleven hundred and one, nowhere near enough for what was needed, so he had to sacrifice parts of himself.

The Taotie Furnace, though known for accepting anything, was quite picky, Han Zheng discovered; useless items simply couldn't be sacrificed.

Martial artists like Ma Gui, when killed, yielded no Qi Blood Essence, and ordinary weapons could not be sacrificed either—only Mystical Weapons were indicated as being eligible for sacrifice.

Han Zheng would have liked to sacrifice something like his appendix, but it seemed the Taotie Furnace wasn't interested.

"Can you list what of my possessions can be sacrificed and how much Hunger Level they are worth?"

In the next moment, a dense list indeed appeared before Han Zheng's eyes.

It listed the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, Seven Emotions and Six Desires, the seven orifices and six senses, and even limbs and Life Span, among other things that could be sacrificed, along with their respective Hunger Level values.

When Han Zheng had first crossed over, he hadn't quite grasped the true use of the Taotie Furnace and had instinctively chosen to sacrifice his sense of pain.

But he forgot to carefully consider that there might be other things of greater value that could be sacrificed.

However, after a cursory glance at the list, Han Zheng was startled.

There was an abundance of things to sacrifice, and their values were higher than he had imagined; the cheapest was one year of Life Span, which was still worth a thousand Hunger Level points.

And at that time, sacrificing his sense of pain had only netted him fifty Hunger Level points.

"Is my sense of pain really so worthless? Is the difference that large compared to the others?"

[The Hunger Level gained from sacrificing yourself is based on your current strength.

The pain of a martial artist in the Middle Stage of the Innate Transcendence Realm will naturally be more precious than that of a Postnatal Early Stage martial artist.]

Han Zheng: "..."

There seemed to be some rationale to what the Taotie Furnace was saying; otherwise, if later Han Zheng could only receive such trivial amounts of Hunger Level for sacrificing his own body parts, what would be the point?

After perusing the list for a moment and contemplating, Han Zheng said solemnly, "Sacrifice my...fear!"