Hunting God Era

Chapter 87 Transformation into Demon
Bang!
The crimson blade and the swift sword clashed without any physical collision. Their released true energy simply touched each other and then rippled outwards, tearing apart surrounding objects and leaving a mess.

With a flash of crimson light, Pan Zhengyang wielded his sword with wide, sweeping movements, casually slashing and unleashing a burst of blade light that tore the enormous house apart.

Exquisite ornaments and valuable antiques were pulverized with a single cut, leaving gaping holes in the walls.

Ren Changtian was not weak either. His sword and staff aura was continuous, but his attacks were also extremely tricky, targeting vital points and fatal weaknesses. He was also very difficult to deal with.

Dang Dang Dang!
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, all that could be seen was the staff and sword striking Pan Zhengyang's qi shield with a crisp sound, and the ghost head blade slashing down in the next instant, only to be dodged by Ren Changtian, who then continued his attack.

It can be said that true energy surged and collapsed in all directions, houses were torn apart like scraps of paper, broadswords opened and closed in a series of rapid sword strikes, and the battle raged on with the shouts of the men still echoing.

"It's long overdue for this fight! After all these years of patience, aren't you getting impatient with me? Too bad, you're no match for me! Ironclad Demon Slayer!"

Pan Zhengyang twisted the blade, and the crimson blade light merged into his body, unleashing an even stronger energy shield that actually slowed down the thrusting sword.

He slammed into Ren Changtian with the energy shield, sending him staggering backward.

"Die to me!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Pan Zhengyang slashed fiercely with his sword, the red light flashing as it headed straight for Ren Changtian's head.

Ren Changtian's pupils contracted as he tried to move away, but he was too slow. With a hiss, his sword-wielding arm was severed by the ghost-headed blade.

Pan Zhengyang shouldered the ghost-head saber and gave Ren Changtian a provocative look. "I've heard that the three martial arts of the Ren family, the Cicada's Cry Shattering River Sword Scripture, the Great River Whale Swallowing Technique, and the Nine-Bend Listening to the Waves Technique, are all quite good. But now it seems they're just so-so."

"What do you mean by continuous and hitting vital points? It's all soft and weak. You might have dodged it this time, but you won't be so lucky next time."

"is it?"

Ren Changtian lowered his head slightly, looking at the broken part, "Not necessarily."

For some reason, alarm bells went off in Pan Zhengyang's mind, and he subconsciously added another layer to the qi shield around him and moved it outwards.

puff!
Even so, a blood-stained sword pierced through his waist and abdomen. Pan Zhengyang swung his knife to slash from behind, but the blood-stained sword managed to cut through his waist and abdomen, leaving Pan Zhengyang with only an arm to sever and spurt blood.

It was Ren Changtian's arm.

The bloody aura that emerged was from that staff-sword, but it no longer resembled the wooden handle connecting the blade; instead, it dripped down like viscous blood, emanating a bloody aura.

Even his severed arm transformed into blood energy and re-condensed on his broken arm, becoming an arm just as blood-red, perfectly gripping the blood sword.

Instantly, blood surged through his body, smoothing out the wrinkles on his old face, and turning his gray hair and eyebrows blood red, making him both young and eerily handsome.

That's not just vitality, it's vitality so strong that it feels like it's bleeding.

"what"

He murmured, "This posture is still more comfortable. Do you know how stifling it is for me to pretend to be old and cautious? It's like wearing heavy and stuffy clothes, and I want to get out of it every moment."

Pan Zhengyang stared blankly at Ren Changtian, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse, filled with intense disbelief:
"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Cultivation, huh?"

Ren Changtian smiled and said, "For better cultivation, and for continuing to live."

"You've become a demon!"

Pan Zhengyang roared, "You fucking associate with demons!"

"That's an exaggeration."

Ren Changtian chuckled: "From ancient times to the present, demons have been our companions. Humans eat demons and demons eat humans. Just as humans return to the earth after death, and the earth draws nutrients and nourishes humanity in return, who doesn't associate with demons?"

"Come on this!"

Pan Zhengyang roared, "I fucking thought you were greedy for essence blood cultivation, but it turns out you can actually regain your youth. You're only at the third realm, you're transforming into a demon, this is betrayal!!"

He suddenly charged forward and leaped into the air, the crimson light of his ghost-head broadsword intensifying. When he slammed down, it unleashed eight beams of light that first split and then coalesced to form a crimson pillar.

"Wildfire Calamity Force!!"

The beam of light spread out, revealing that Ren Changtian simply raised his blood-red arm, and the blood sword he held easily blocked the ghost-headed broadsword that required both hands to hold, as if the broadsword were made of cardboard.

“That’s what makes us different.” Ren Changtian looked up. “I don’t think I’ve betrayed anything. Martial artists cultivate themselves. Only by surviving can they have a future. Otherwise, everything else is meaningless.”

Bang!
As the blood sword surged, countless blood-red tassels flew out, their tips turning into needles that all pierced towards Pan Zhengyang.

The latter swung violently, tearing apart the tassels with a flick of the blade. However, the torn tassels reassembled, relentlessly attacking the qi shield surrounding him and piercing into it.

Pan Zhengyang landed instantly, standing still, planted the ghost-head saber on the ground, channeled the saber energy into his body, and his face flushed slightly.

He could feel these blood-red tassels, like blood-drawing needles, frantically draining his life force. If he hadn't been so perceptive and used his sword energy to seal them off, they probably would have drawn even more blood.

"What exactly are you?!" Pan Zhengyang gritted his teeth and said.

The painted skin does not possess such power, nor does the higher-level painted bone.

Moreover, this is a martial artist who actively transformed into a demon, which makes it even more extraordinary.

"I can't use the word 'thing' to describe it. It's just like before, borrowing the power of demons to break through my own limitations."

Ren Changtian chuckled a few times, "The kind of demon that draws human essence and blood to strengthen itself, even if it can create more painted skins and human skin slaves when it reaches the Bone-Painting stage, it will not give its essence and blood to others."

"In a way, it was an opportunity."

There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "The painted skin I encountered was, quite by chance, the skin she was wearing was actually that of my last wife. She was old, and I was kind-hearted, so I let her go, almost by some strange twist of fate."

"Later, a demon realm was born, and I obtained the sacrificial wine of the Lord of Mount Tai. So I gave it to it, and it gained new abilities: it could create painted skins, command them, obtain more essence blood, and so on."

Ren Changtian pointed to himself, "Let me transform into a new form."

"The Four Realms of 'Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown' and 'Five Qi Connecting to the Divine,' which can revive the dead, heal the wounded, and rejuvenate the youth, are abilities I have now attained. Even higher realms, like the 'supernatural power' of regenerating a severed head, I can achieve as well. This is the power of demons!"

Ren Changtian said smugly, "Give up. You can't beat me, and you won't last long. That superior blood and energy will eventually become my nourishment, just like they did."

Pan Zhengyang clicked his tongue: "You killed my subordinates?!"

"No, it's just that they're asking for too much, especially after you came, they've become more confident."

Ren Changtian said, "I don't care much about money. Even if you want my family's assets, it's fine with me."

"But the biggest mistake was that they had to take my essence blood beads. Even my offspring need their contributions to obtain those things."

"So I turned them into masks. They're useless anyway, but by putting on this mask, they actually become more dutiful."

Ren Changtian chuckled, sending more blood streaks flying toward Pan Zhengyang. "The death of a bureau chief may not seem like a big deal, but someone from above will definitely investigate. It's not a good thing to be noticed by those at higher levels."

“I will die, as a masked attacker, to die in the name of protecting the family. The boy you brought should be good. I will make him the new masked one. When the people above come, I will have him attack people to confirm that there are demons infiltrating the extermination bureau.”

"Then I'll lie low and patiently wait another hundred or two hundred years. I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry at all! Hahaha, hahahahaha! Ah!"

Amidst his laughter, his expression suddenly froze. The bloodline that had first pierced Pan Zhengyang's body dissipated, and the blood-filled arm and sword turned into a pool of filth on the ground.

His body aged instantly, his hair turned gray again, and he looked even older than before.

"impossible!"

Ren Changtian turned and ran like a madman, shouting, "Absolutely impossible! No, this isn't right!"

puff!
The blade ripped through his chest, and Pan Zhengyang appeared behind Ren Changtian, grinning maliciously:

"I knew it! There's no such thing as a free lunch. You've got yourself involved with something, haven't you? If you lose it, you're gone. Sometimes, don't be so overconfident. Your whole family is doomed today!"

"Do not!!"

Ren Changtian managed to detach his chest from the broadsword, leaving only a human skin stuck to it. The fleshy monster mutated and dissipated as it ran, turning into a cloud of blood mist that burrowed directly into the ground.

"damn it!"

Pan Zhengyang became desperate. He cleaved the ground with his sword, but it only created a dent. This made him use even more force, hacking away dozens of times before finally breaking through and creating a hole.

He jumped down and saw a light ahead in the pitch-black underground. He quickly went over and saw only a field of white bones. Li Ye stood in the center, looking directly at Pan Zhengyang with a smile on his face.

　Also, later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)