assistirfilmes Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 10
Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 10
Chapter 10: The Bone Transformation Sect
It had been ten days since Zhao Heng left the sect to carry out his mission.
In the middle of the Servants’ Peak, at Liu Hong’s residence:
“It’s been ten days, and there’s still no sign of Zhao Heng, yet several of our own men have gone missing. What exactly are you all doing?”
Liu Hong scolded one of his subordinates angrily.
The subordinate, with a bitter expression, replied, “Steward Liu, it’s not that we’re not trying hard, but that bastard Zhao Heng is simply too cunning.
He accepted several tasks in different locations at once. After leaving the sect, he started wandering in circles and specifically chose dangerous and difficult paths.
To track him, we had no choice but to split up, and that’s when accidents began happening.”
Liu Hong, holding a cup of hot tea, listened to his subordinate’s explanation, becoming angrier as he heard more.
“Useless bunch!”
With a sudden exertion of force, the teacup in his hand shattered into pieces.
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At the foot of Ox Horn Mountain, deep in the forest, Zhao Heng planted his feet firmly and delivered a punch as swift as lightning. A *Rock-Splitting Punch* landed squarely on a foxhound's waist.
The foxhound howled in pain, its spine fractured as it collapsed to the ground.
Zhao Heng stepped forward in an instant, raising his Leopard-Headed Saber and slashing downward. Blood splattered three feet high.
Satisfied, Zhao Heng stood with his blade in hand. This was the tenth foxhound he had killed.
Over the past few days, as he trained and honed his skills in real combat on Ox Horn Mountain, his movements had grown more refined, and the power of his *Rock-Splitting Punch* had increased significantly.
Although he was still far from mastering the technique, its power had far surpassed that of Deng Xing back then. At least, these foxhounds could no longer withstand his punches.
Combined with lime powder and the Leopard-Headed Saber, Zhao Heng had become invincible in the outer regions of Ox Horn Mountain.
After calculating the time, Zhao Heng decided it was time to return to the sect.
First, the herbs he had gathered and the materials from mystical beasts he had collected over the past days had already filled several large bags; he simply couldn’t carry more.
Second, Zhao Heng was running low on lime powder and corpse-dissolving powder. Without these items, he felt uneasy.
And third, he had noticed that no one had been following him over the past few days.
Liu Hong had likely guessed by now that those men had been dealt with by Zhao Heng. With Liu Hong’s cautious nature, he might take action himself if given enough time.
Although Zhao Heng was confident he could fight a Martial Artist at the eighth stage of Body Tempering and escape from a ninth-stage one, he knew he stood no chance against a Bone Forging Realm expert.
Weighing his options, Zhao Heng concluded that returning to the sect was the safest choice.
With that, Zhao Heng squatted down and began expertly harvesting materials from the carcass of his prey.
While he was engrossed in his work, a sudden, intense sense of unease gripped him. His hair stood on end as if a great danger was imminent.
Zhao Heng wasn’t sure if it was paranoia or an illusion, but he continued mechanically carving up the foxhound. At the same time, his senses heightened to their peak, alert to every sound and movement around him.
Just as he finished skinning the foxhound:
“Whoosh!”
A pitch-black needle shot out from the dense forest with a faint, nearly imperceptible sound, aiming straight for the back of Zhao Heng’s neck.
Despite the sound being barely audible, Zhao Heng sensed the disturbance.
He turned sharply, but the needle had already struck his chest.
“Ugh...!”
Zhao Heng’s body trembled as he widened his eyes in disbelief before collapsing to the ground. His body twitched a few times before becoming motionless.
Upon hearing Zhao Heng's words, the black-clad man instantly flew into a rage.
"You bastard! How dare you look down on the Huagu Men? I’ll fight you to the death!"
The man suddenly charged forward, and two sharp Emei daggers slid out from his sleeves, stabbing fiercely towards Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng’s eyes narrowed, and he gripped the Leopard Head Knife to counter.
"Clang! Clang! Clang...!"
The weapons collided, sparks flying.
As they fought head-on, Zhao Heng immediately sensed that the man’s cultivation was at the Eighth Layer of Body Refining.
Fortunately, his physical strength was much greater than that of others at the same stage, so in a direct confrontation, he wasn’t at a disadvantage.
However, the black-clad man was extremely agile, dodging and twisting like an eel, making it hard for Zhao Heng to find an opening. Instead, he was forced to constantly defend against the man’s ghostly movements and quick strikes from the daggers.
"Heh heh... Kid, with this little strength, you dare look down on my Huagu Men? You’re truly overestimating yourself," the black-clad man taunted, attacking relentlessly.
Zhao Heng, forced to retreat step by step, realized that he might be in danger of losing. Suddenly, his expression became resolute.
"You forced my hand. I have no choice but to use my strongest move—‘Three-Point Return Slash,’ a high-grade martial skill!"
With a roar, Zhao Heng swung the blade with all his might, aiming a powerful slash at his opponent.
The black-clad man, upon hearing the words "high-grade martial skill," was immediately shocked. Seeing Zhao Heng’s overwhelming momentum as he slashed down recklessly, he became even more alarmed.
Without daring to be negligent, the black-clad man used all his strength, crossing the two Emei daggers to block the falling blade.
"Clang...!"
The sound of metal against metal rang out, but the black-clad man was stunned.
Although Zhao Heng’s strike looked terrifying, it had little actual power.
While he was momentarily distracted, a fist the size of a sandbag hit his chest.
"Stone-Cracking Fist!"
"Boom...!"
The punch landed solidly on his right chest, sending the man flying backward, a mouthful of blood spattering from him.
"You... You dare deceive me!" the black-clad man exclaimed.
Zhao Heng didn’t give him a moment to recover. With a quick step forward, another punch followed.
The black-clad man’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly raised his daggers to block, but Zhao Heng let go of his knife and threw a handful of lime powder at him.
"Whoosh...!"
A cloud of lime powder hit the man’s face.
"Ahhh...!"
The black-clad man screamed in agony, his heart filled with both shock and rage. He almost couldn’t tell who the real Demon Dao person was.
As Zhao Heng’s blade wind and punch both approached, and with the black-clad man already heavily injured, he no longer dared to face the attacks.
Relying on his blurred vision, the man quickly retreated with a strange footwork, swiftly disappearing into the forest.
Even though Zhao Heng swung his knife quickly, he only managed to slice off the man’s bag, but the black-clad man escaped.
As he fled, the black-clad man’s vengeful voice echoed through the forest.
"Outer Disciple Peak, Liu Hong from Yuhua Sect, the Huagu Men will remember you. This isn’t over!"
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