Chapter 43

Longchen took a deep breath, slowly extending his fist. His whole body moved without the wind, his robe floating, his black hair dancing, as if a war god had possessed him.

"Let's see who won't see the sun rise tomorrow."

With Longchen's low shout, a blue glow appeared on his fist. As soon as the glow appeared, a terrifying aura radiated out, making the air groan under the force of that punch.

Seeing this, Chu Yao's delicate face softened with tenderness. That posture was a high-level human-grade combat technique she had taught Longchen.

But when Longchen used this move, it had completely transformed. The power was overwhelming, and even from a distance of several dozen yards, one could feel the immense pressure.

"Wind-Breaking Fist"

With Longchen's loud shout, it was like a thunderclap, the fist carrying a whistling wind, as if it could shatter the earth, with an unstoppable momentum.

The entire crowd gasped in shock. The power Longchen unleashed far exceeded everyone's imagination. In their eyes, Longchen was like a monster.

Especially in Huang Shang's eyes, Longchen was more like a death-bringing devil. That punch filled the sky, locking him down tightly.

This made him extremely alarmed. He had originally thought that Longchen was just relying on a bit of luck, with a strong physical body.

He was a weapon secretly cultivated by Xia Changfeng, struggling on the brink of death since childhood, surviving countless life-and-death trials.

Huang Shang had extremely terrifying combat experience, so even when Longchen displayed such formidable power earlier, he didn't take it seriously. He was confident that he could easily crush Longchen with his rich combat experience.

But Longchen's punch had locked him down, leaving him no way to dodge, forcing him to fight head-on.

Locking was a very powerful mental skill, using strong mental power to attach to one's attack, making it impossible for the opponent to dodge.

Such an ability usually only appeared in extremely powerful cultivators, or in people like Huang Shang, who had crawled out of a pile of corpses.

But the Seventh Stage Qi Gathering Longchen had managed to do it, a situation that was beyond Huang Shang's understanding.

Longchen didn't give him much time to think. His punch, carrying a whistling wind, tore through the air and reached Huang Shang.

Huang Shang couldn't hide anymore. He roared, his skin turning a bloody red, terrifying blood qi surging, and he swung his fist with all his might.

"Boom"

A loud explosion echoed, and everyone felt the square shake. A figure was sent flying, crashing into a rockery.

The several-yard-high rockery collapsed instantly, rocks rolling everywhere. People looked at Longchen in the arena and then at the collapsed rockery, the entire scene falling into a dead silence.

Xia Changfeng's face changed. He hadn't expected that Longchen would have such terrifying combat power, completely beyond his expectations.

Not just Xia Changfeng, but even Wei Cang, who stood beside him, was filled with shock, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes.

With such combat power, if Longchen were known to the outside sects, he would surely be taken in. After all, Longchen was so young.

If he had the support of a sect, who knew what level he would grow to? No, he absolutely couldn't let him leave alive.

Wei Cang had long hated Longchen. Today, Longchen had made him lose face, and now they were like water and fire.

If Longchen grew stronger, would he have any way out?

"Boom"

Suddenly, the rockery exploded, rocks flying everywhere, and a figure slowly emerged, causing a wave of gasps.

It was Huang Shang, but now he was in a very sorry state, his clothes mostly torn, his hair disheveled.

Through the messy hair, people could see that Huang Shang's face was covered in blood, which was slowly dripping to the ground.

"Very good, you truly surprise me," Huang Shang said, though injured, his voice was calm.

"You also surprise me," Longchen thought, feeling a bit uneasy, but he couldn't let his momentum be overshadowed by the other.

A smile appeared on Huang Shang's face, but that smile, on his blood-covered, grotesque face, looked particularly sinister.

Glancing at Xia Changfeng, who nodded slightly, Huang Shang suddenly burst into laughter.

"Longchen, your strength is beyond my expectations, but today you won't escape death. Now, let me show you what true power is."

"Roar"

Huang Shang suddenly let out a howl like a wild beast. His clothes burst into pieces, fluttering in the wind.

"Ah"

People in the distance suddenly gasped. Huang Shang's arms had grown more than twice as thick, covered in a layer of dark yellow fur, which was very strange.

Most shocking was that Huang Shang's face had become more distorted, with fine hair regrowing, and two three-inch-long fangs protruding from his mouth. His hands began to deform, nails extending like five steel hooks, emitting a chilling aura.

At this moment, Huang Shang was no longer human, resembling a human monster, radiating a wild and violent aura.

Seeing this, Yun Qi, who had been calm, finally changed his expression. With his experience, he recognized the terrifying nature of this move.

Beside Yun Qi, Chu Yao, shocked, noticed the master's expression and hurriedly asked, "Master, what's going on? Is Huang Shang human or beast?"

Yun Qi's face turned serious. "This Huang Shang is not simple. He is a beast cultivator, and although he has only mastered a bit of the technique, such a transformation greatly enhances his combat power."

Beast cultivation was an extremely powerful tradition. They refined the essence blood of magical beasts, giving themselves some of the abilities of magical beasts.

This cultivation allowed the practitioner to gain a small part of the physical strength of magical beasts. Although it was only a small part, the physical strength of magical beasts was so powerful that even a small part was extremely terrifying.

Huang Shang was always very proud. Since refining the essence blood of magical beasts, almost no one of the same level could withstand more than ten moves against him.

In the past two years, he had followed Xia Changfeng, acting low-key and never revealing his true strength.

Today, he was surprised to find that even with his full power, he still couldn't defeat this young man, which made him extremely angry.

Seeing Xia Changfeng nod, he finally had no more reservations and used his ultimate move—beast transformation.

"Judging by the color of his fur, he has refined the essence blood of a peak second-stage magical beast, the Yellow-Faced Demon Wolf. Don't worry, I will intervene when Longchen is in danger. Hmph, I want to see what they're up to."

Seeing Chu Yao's worried face, Yun Qi comforted her, his eyes fixed on the smug Wei Cang, a cold smile on his lips.

At this moment, everyone in the arena looked at Huang Shang with fear, instinctively stepping back, as if only a great distance could give them a sense of security.

Longchen also looked at Huang Shang in shock. He immediately sensed the aura of death, and it was extremely intense.

With the fusion of the Alchemy Emperor's soul, his perception of danger was extremely sensitive. This feeling indicated that Huang Shang was extremely dangerous at this moment.

Looking at his own hand, with five nails like iron hooks, he moved them slightly. Huang Shang looked at Longchen, his voice grating like metal scraping, "Boy, do you have any last words?"

Longchen suppressed the fear in his heart. Fear was useless and would only lead him to a dead end. He had to overcome it.

At this moment, Huang Shang's muscles were bulging, his yellow hair standing on end, his fangs protruding, looking like a human monster.

"I have a question for you," Longchen said.

"Go ahead, consider it your last wish," Huang Shang said, shaking his long nails with a laugh.

"I want to ask, are your parents human or beasts? How did they produce a mongrel like you? Or are you a human-beast hybrid?" Longchen asked, feigning confusion.

"Whoosh"

In response, five nails like iron hooks, carrying a sharp wind, sliced through the air. By the time Longchen realized it, they were already at his chest.

Longchen was greatly alarmed and instinctively pulled back his chest, while using his feet to retreat quickly.

"Rip"

Longchen's immediate reaction allowed him to avoid the attack, but his chest was still slashed, with five cuts appearing on his skin, blood slowly flowing down.

Longchen was shocked. The speed was so fast, and the attack so sharp. If he had been a step slower, he would have been a dead man.

The event happened too quickly, like a flash of lightning. By the time everyone reacted, the move was already over.

"Your mouth is very annoying. As punishment, I will tear you to pieces," Huang Shang slowly licked his nails, which were stained with a trace of Longchen's blood.

Taking a deep breath, Longchen focused all his attention, his divine sense fully active. His carelessness had almost cost him his life.

Such a mistake could only happen once. If it happened again, he would be a dead man. For the first time, Longchen felt a hint of fear, but at the same time, he felt a strange excitement, as if his blood was boiling.

What he didn't know was that, under the threat of death, the Fengfu Star under his feet began to slowly rotate, undergoing an unknown change, though he didn't notice it.

He was now focusing all his attention on Huang Shang, whose ghost-like speed made him dare not let his guard down for a moment.

"Tear me to pieces? With you, a half-human, half-dog idiot? I don't believe it," Longchen looked at Huang Shang with disdain, but while speaking, he pushed his divine sense to the limit, using it to track Huang Shang's movements.

"Looking for death"

Indeed, the beast-transformed Huang Shang was more easily provoked, charging at Longchen like a yellow whirlwind.