With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

Chapter 451 - 416: Strike! Sudden Assault! Three Moves!

The process of enhancing spiritual power is like the deepening of still water, clear and gentle, akin to a tree’s slow flowering and fruiting.Just like Meng Chuan himself, during his daily cultivation of the Tao Heart Seeding Demon Heart technique, while the Tao Heart absorbs blood.

The other party will share some spiritual power with him, steadily and persistently.

It’s essential to know that even heavenly materials and earthly treasures related to spiritual power.

For instance, the Gold of Immortal Tears, can only solidify the foundation, not directly enhance the intensity of spiritual power.

The improvement of the three flowers, including spiritual power, is similar to the rise in Martial Arts strength.

Both require long-term accumulation and rigorous tempering; achieving it overnight is impossible.

Pei Shan doing this will only lead to the imbalance of these children’s spirit and body.

At worst, their minds derange, and at worst, their souls collapse!

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan’s eyes gradually sharpened, and a murderous intent arose in his heart.

This bastard deserves to die, carelessly playing with human life for amusement.

Such a debasement of life reminded him of the Celestial Demons in Tong Family Lane, hanging hundreds of lives on the walls to sway.

"Those Celestial Demons that escaped the Demon Nest and wreaked havoc in the city, did they learn their murderous techniques from these Demon Path scum..."

This speculation flashed like lightning in Meng Chuan’s mind.

Coming back to his senses, Meng Chuan noticed that Pei Shan’s attention was entirely on these children.

He quietly sensed the opponent’s specific strength.

With focused perception, he found mysterious auras surrounding Pei Shan, faint black mists swirling around.

Those from the Demon Summoning Hall had small cauldron patterns imprinted on their chests.

Near the small cauldron, azure marks were also imprinted, marking the number of sublimations.

Meng Chuan mainly perceived this area, wanting to grasp Pei Shan’s strength specifically.

Unfortunately, some strange power blocked him, preventing a detailed probe.

Forcefully breaking through would alert the other party, leaving him at a disadvantage.

"The task has already explained that Pei Shan’s strength does not exceed five sublimations, making it not difficult to solve, but the problem is how to resolve it quickly..."

Unable to, Meng Chuan slowly waited.

Waiting for Pei Shan to show a flaw, to kill this completely inhumane bastard...

...

"Zheng Chengcheng and Chen Xuan have already started infiltrating, ready to proceed..."

Meng Chuan saw Pei Shan’s cup of tea was empty and was calling the servant beside him to pour water.

In his perception, that person was filled with demonic qi, absolutely a Martial Artist of the Demon Path.

So there was no chance of collateral damage.

Under the cover of these parents, he maintained his seated posture but slowly arched his body, ready to strike.

His legs were curled firmly but not fully spread, toes tightly gripping the floor like a tiger descending the mountain.

This was also the stance Meng Chuan learned from a dead tiger in the mountain forest imagery world on the last day.

Sneak attack, sudden strike, exerting force, all exceptionally useful.

With hands tightly clenched, forming a phantom fist, just as Pei Shan picked up the teacup!

He suddenly exerted force, stepping out while stomping the ground!

Bang—!

The ground beneath his feet instantly collapsed, a large network of cracks extended far out, wooden boards stuck to the concrete surface shattered and flew everywhere, mixed with rising dust.

Meng Chuan’s stomp reduced the part of the ground in contact with his foot to powder.

With this step, a heavy step!

Meng Chuan’s entire momentum transformed completely.

His spine like a great dragon lifted segment by segment, his whole body’s muscles and bones erupted with thunderous sounds.

His entire body coming out of compression state, swelling instantly.

The clothes he wore stretched tight, filled entirely by countless muscles, like python-like thick cords and blood vessels, a terrifying force returned to the body once again.

As his body surged forward, his figure continued to elevate, engorge, and enlarge!

In an instant, his height surpassed four meters.

Especially the upper body, his two arms swelled instantaneously like those of a giant god.

The upper arms became thicker than an adult’s waist, earth vein energy flowed down from the shoulders, then enveloped the forearms and fists like two giant black iron hammers.

The loose outer clothes he wore shattered entirely, revealing the magically elastic Demon Rabbit battle armor inside.

The aura field around him erupted simultaneously, at that moment!

The parent audience around Meng Chuan seemed to have their throats clenched.

The air completely seized, breathing became impossible.

All had one thought in mind, the extreme fear brought by a life level crush...

Stomp!

Exert force!

Surge and swell!

All these changes were completed in an instant.

Meng Chuan’s form was like electricity, completing the entire transformation in mid-air.

The whole person leaped out like a catapult, plowing a visible vortex of air rupture.

At the moment of stepping forward and liberating, Meng Chuan leaped forward using jumping wave steps, approaching Pei Shan.

His left arm bent into an elbow, fist drawn to right chest, right fist slightly raised with its center facing up, as if to break through everything before him!

This was precisely the advanced technique of [Eight Extremes that Shatter Rivers], executing two styles simultaneously in motion and exertion—

Rope-breaking Elbow, Ruddering Fist!

Left elbow formed, right hand swung in a punch.

Completely sealing off all escape routes for Pei Shan, the massive force from his feet unleashed his physical power, propelling him up in less than half a blink, charging forward like a force of eight extremes, crashing head-on!

A frightening sonic boom roared through the air, causing everyone around to momentarily lose their hearing, with only a buzzing hum left in their ears.

Who could withstand the explosive impact after Meng Chuan unleashed his physique?

In that instant!

In less than a second, Pei Shan’s heart pounded like a drum, leaping up violently before slamming back down.

His "divine sense" went mad, sounding an alarm like boiling water rolling inside his body.

At the center of his pupils, Meng Chuan’s tall, mighty figure loomed, rapidly flying towards him.

On both sides of his body, he could even clearly see the vacuum scars torn by the immense impact force.

The most terrifying sight was the door-sized, vehemently black iron fist, crashing towards him ferociously.

Pei Shan nearly wet himself; who the hell is this? Why did he want to kill him for no reason?

His heart was about to explode, unable to bear the strain first.

The thought of dodging rang like an alarm, never stopping.

But could he dodge it?

This was a carefully planned assassination by Meng Chuan, leaping nearly fifty meters in a single powerful step.

The True Qi embedded in his right-hand rudder fist formed a massive transparent dome, slamming towards Pei Shan’s head.

"Can’t take it! I’m going to die..."

Pei Shan’s thought flickered instantaneously, and the black prayer beads on his wrist shattered instantly.

Sandalwood debris mixed with sparks flew everywhere, forming a blackish semi-transparent shield.

Meng Chuan instantly realized that this was a Demonic Magical Artifact, capable of forming a protective barrier similar to the Celestial Demon Position.

The opponent seized the initiative, leaving Pei Shan no time to "transform" in his haste, resorting to this makeshift solution.

Bang!

As the fist struck, a cracking sound accompanied the impact, with a massive counter-shock force penetrating through.

Pei Shan felt as if a red-hot electric iron was pressed heavily against his chest, rubbing repeatedly, making it hard for him to breathe from the excruciating pain.

His expression was one of shock and fury, utterly clueless about which deity he had offended that meant to end his life.

After the prayer bead shield shattered, it turned into black vapors, continuing to assault Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan’s temples pulsed violently, that eerie sensation clued him in.

This was the "second stage" attack of a Demonic Magical Artifact, similar to the spiritual power attack of a Celestial Demon’s mist from Yellow Sand 011.

Swish!

Meng Chuan’s left elbow, previously tucked against his chest, suddenly spun outward into a [Sea Exploration Palm], blowing away the strange mist while continuing to press toward the opponent’s head.

The reason he always targeted the head was because Demonic Path experts had many sinister tricks.

Even with a gaping hole in their stomach or a split heart, they could still live, possibly transforming into Celestial Demon creatures.

Aiming for the head guaranteed success.

If the brain bursts open, can you still survive?

The Soul-Devouring Demonic Qi drifted forward; Pei Shan, with a hand not holding a cup, finally had a chance to react.

In that hand, he clutched a gray crystal sphere.

In an instant, he raised it in front of him, unleashing a gray mist that quickly coalesced into a massive, inky dragon-like demonic Qi entity.

The dragon’s mouth opened wide, large enough to swallow the little giant Meng Chuan whole.

He was a seasoned "mage" of the Demonic Path, and upon recovering, he immediately resorted to sorcery, avoiding direct confrontation with Meng Chuan.

"Die, you brute..."

Pei Shan’s gums were nearly bitten through; from the earlier counter-shock, blood trickled down from the corners of his mouth.

The ink dragon collided with the fist, its overwhelming spiritual force field of the eight extremes tearing into the dragon’s body.

In the briefest moment, they exchanged two moves, imperceptible to ordinary people.

A sneer surfaced on Pei Shan’s face as he threw a teacup, sending a blackish-brown demonic Qi condensing into a needle-thin spike flying stealthily towards Meng Chuan’s temple.

Despite its small appearance, this was his most insidious "killing move."

This move had been invincible in the past, even killing top-tier martial artists with over twenty thousand points of Qi Blood, nearly at the threshold of break three.

On this invisible "line," he gathered all the demonic essence he had learned throughout his life.

Once it penetrated Meng Chuan, no advanced hard skills, regardless of their sophistication, could resist it.

It would slide through the pores effortlessly, into the brain, compressing and detonating the demonic Qi within.

For Pei Shan, it would be like watching a free head-explosion firework show.

But just as Pei Shan acted, Meng Chuan instantly sensed it.

His foundations were shaky, but his spiritual power was not weak, having long locked onto Pei Shan’s surroundings.

At any sign of disturbance or abnormality, he would immediately become aware.

Thus, Meng Chuan displayed his most "perverse" move...

The flesh flower petals on his chest bloomed, and the skin surrounding his neck made a "cracking" sound.

His head retracted like a tortoise into his belly in a flash...

The teacup and the hidden threat behind flew over his head simultaneously.

In an instant, his body expanded, and his head "grew" back from his belly.

Seeing this scene, Pei Shan’s eyes nearly dropped to the ground.

Is this still human? A millennia-old turtle reincarnated?

Have I not trained in martial arts for too long, and has Qi Blood Martial Arts evolved into perverse martial arts?

But knowing his long-prepared attack missed, he sensed trouble.

There was no time to be surprised further.

In a moment of clarity, his gaze locked with Meng Chuan’s eyes, filled with murderous intent!