Becoming a god by following the natural order and seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.

Chapter 82 The Fall of an Innate Being (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"kill!!!"

Chen Sheng's command was like an icicle piercing the cold night.

Upon hearing the order, the soldiers around him instantly gleamed with bloodlust. Without the slightest hesitation, they rushed forward like a tidal wave as the demonic monk and believer fell from the sky and were still unsteady on their feet.

Dozens of steel blades, reflecting the cold light of the flickering torches, slashed down at their target.

"Get away!!!"

Although the believer was surrounded and poisoned, his innate true energy dissipated like boiling water poured on snow, his blood and qi stagnated and difficult to move, and his strength was greatly reduced, the innate was still the innate, and there was a fundamental difference between him and a Foundation Establishment martial artist.

The believer, his face contorted in rage, let out a deafening roar.

The sound waves, carrying the remaining innate true energy, suddenly erupted!

It is the secret technique of Buddhism—Lion's Roar!

The dozens of soldiers who rushed forward suddenly felt a blackout and a ringing in their ears, as if they had been struck in the chest by an invisible giant hammer. Many of them bled from all seven orifices and collapsed to the ground, halting the offensive.

"Anyone who slays a demon will be rewarded with five hundred taels of silver; anyone who retreats even half a step will be executed according to military law!"

Yan Ming's roar rang out just in time, suppressing the soldiers' momentary panic.

Knowing full well that morale must not be dampened at this moment, he fearlessly charged towards the believer with his sword, while Cheng Yanhua beside him also exerted his strength at the same time, his spear like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, piercing the believer's heart with a shrill sound.

A scholar dies for a confidant.

Yan Ming was deeply trusted and promoted by Chen Sheng, who protected him all the way to this point; Cheng Yanhua was able to take up the position of commander of the North City Martial Camp because of Chen Sheng's help. Now is the time for them to repay his kindness and risk their lives.

Seeing that the two commanders were fearless, the soldiers around them regained their courage, suppressed their fear, let out beast-like roars, and swarmed forward again.

The believer's eyes were filled with shock and anger. These beings, whom he usually regarded as ants, dared to attack him relentlessly. Under normal circumstances, when his true energy was abundant, he could fight his way in and out of the encirclement and escape with ease.

But at this moment, his true energy and blood were rapidly dissipating under the erosion of the strange toxin, becoming weaker with each breath than the last.

"We must act swiftly and decisively; we cannot afford any delays!"

With his mind racing, Shanxin realized that if his innate true energy was exhausted and his blood and qi were depleted, he might actually be worn down to death by these ants.

"die!"

Yan Ming exerted all his strength, his blade whistling as he cleaved straight for the believer's head.

Although the believer's strength was greatly diminished, his eyesight and experience remained. He snorted coldly, and with a great effort, he activated the little remaining innate true energy in his dantian, gathering it in his palm. Without dodging or avoiding, he met the blade head-on with a single palm strike.

"Oh!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out.

Yan Ming's steel longsword was shattered by a single palm strike, shards flying everywhere. He was also struck as if by a heavy blow, his tiger's mouth split open, blood flowing freely. His body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, Cheng Yanhua's spear was already at his back.

With his innate spiritual sensitivity, Shanxin dodged to the side at the last second, grabbed the spearhead with perfect precision, and then gave it a sudden, powerful shake.

Cheng Yanhua felt an irresistible force coming from the gun, and his arms instantly became numb and painful. He subconsciously let go of the gun.

The believer snatched the spear and swept it horizontally, the shaft slamming into Cheng Yanhua's chest.

"Crack!" The sound of bone breaking was clearly audible.

"puff!"

Cheng Yanhua spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest visibly caved in, several ribs were broken, and his body was swept away like a broken sack, falling to the ground and unable to get up.

However, after forcibly using his strength to repel two enemy generals, Shanxin himself was also in bad shape.

His brows were furrowed, and his face was even paler than before.

The more he mobilized his true energy and blood, the more rapidly the insidious toxin eroded him. Otherwise, with his full strength, that single spear thrust would have been enough to turn Cheng Yanhua, a Foundation Establishment martial artist, into a cloud of blood mist.

Yan Ming and Cheng Yanhua were both defeated and seriously wounded, but this did not deter the soldiers around them.

On the contrary, everyone could clearly see that the demonic monk's aura was disordered, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his movements were no longer as sharp as they had been at the beginning, clearly indicating that he was at his last gasp.

A generous reward will surely attract brave men, especially when military orders are absolute.

Someone shouted, and the ferocity in everyone's hearts was completely ignited. They roared and rushed forward one after another, and the flashing of swords and spears once again overwhelmed the believers.

The believer had no choice but to use the spear he had seized as an iron rod, wielding it and swinging it horizontally and vertically. With his exquisite moves and profound understanding of the use of power, he barely managed to protect the area around him within three zhang, making it difficult for ordinary soldiers to get close.

But he knew in his heart that this was nothing more than drinking poison to quench his thirst, and his true energy and blood were rapidly being depleted.
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Not far away, Chen Sheng, dressed in light armor, stared intently at the demonic monk who was still putting up a stubborn resistance in the arena, his brows furrowed with a deep and unyielding solemnity.

"A master of innate level, indeed formidable!"

Chen Sheng felt a chill run down his spine.

Although he had already witnessed the power of the Innate Realm, the fact that Shan Xin could still display such terrifying resilience and lethality after being poisoned by the 'Sealed Yuan Poison' and the various mixed poisons concocted by Li Huaisheng still exceeded his expectations.

If he were at his peak, his strength would be terrifying beyond belief. Ordinary Foundation Establishment martial artists would probably not be able to withstand a single move, and even those at the Marrow Transformation stage would find it difficult to last more than a few rounds.

"Don't worry, my lord."

Li Huaisheng chuckled softly beside him, his voice tinged with a chilling smugness: "This man has already been poisoned by my 'Sealing Yuan Miasma,' a poison that specifically erodes the foundation of one's true energy. In addition, he just killed the bait with his heart pierced, thus becoming tainted with 'Filthy Blood Poison.' With two deadly poisons entering his body, his blood and true energy are rapidly dissipating. In my opinion, at most within a hundred breaths, this man will surely die from exhaustion!"

Chen Sheng nodded slightly, quite satisfied with Li Huaisheng's methods:

"You deserve the greatest credit for this success."

This subordinate, skilled in using poison, proved far more effective than several martial arts masters who only knew how to fight head-on at crucial moments.

"Or... should I join the attack and completely eliminate his chances of survival?"

Looking at the situation on the field, Li Huaisheng was somewhat tempted. If he could personally participate in killing a Xiantian cultivator, it would undoubtedly be a great achievement.

"No need."

Chen Sheng raised his hand to stop him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

If we can surround and kill them, why take the risk?
He always seeks stability in his actions, believing that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, and prefers to crush his opponents with absolute superiority rather than personally risking his life to pursue the empty fame of beheading an enemy chieftain.

The only situations that would truly motivate him to take action are either a sure-win, safe, and overwhelming situation, or... like now, where the prey has fallen into a trap and is struggling in its final moments.

not to mention.
Chen Sheng subconsciously touched the Blood Demon Talisman hidden under his left wrist guard, a cold smile curving his lips.

This deadly trap is intricately linked, and there's more to it than just the one right in front of us.

The real fatal blow has yet to be delivered.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

On the open ground, the fighting had now reached a fever pitch.

The soldiers surged forward like tireless waves, one falling as another rose. The believer brandished his spear, its shadow like a mountain, each swing sweeping away several men and even raising sprays of blood.

But his own condition was getting worse and worse. His face turned from white to green, his breathing became rapid, and the innate true qi in his dantian was almost exhausted. His protective qi was so weak that it was almost invisible.

A huge shadow of death loomed over my heart.

The believer clearly felt that his life force was rapidly disappearing as his true energy dissipated.

He won't last a hundred breaths, no, maybe not even fifty, before he dies here.

A hint of madness and determination flashed in the believer's eyes.

He cannot die here so easily.

He still has a great grudge to avenge and a grand ambition to fulfill.

He wanted to return to Ning'an Prefecture to seize the Xuan Yin Blood Fiend, he wanted to refine the Nine Nether Yin Fiend, he wanted to make those blind old guys in Jinquan Temple regret their actions, and he wanted to prove that he, Shanxin, was the most outstanding disciple of Jinquan Temple in the past thirty years!
Desperate, the believer held nothing back and recklessly activated the life-saving secret technique, the Blood Burning Secret Method.

This method can instantly burn one's own essence and blood to stimulate the spiritual seed in the dantian, forcibly unleashing potential and restoring or even surpassing some of one's strength in a short period of time. However, the price is equally heavy. Afterwards, one will inevitably suffer severe damage to one's vital energy and foundation, and may even destroy the spiritual seed, cutting off one's future path.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about anything else.

Only by fighting for our lives can we have a glimmer of hope!
"Om-!"

A violent aura suddenly erupted from the believer's body. His skin instantly turned crimson, and visible blood-red mist rose up. His previously scattered innate true energy was forcibly condensed and became surging again.

Although this state can only be maintained for a hundred breaths at most, it is still impossible to break through the military camp.

But his original intention was not to break through. During the fierce battle just now, he had already locked onto Chen Sheng's location, which was only a hundred meters away.

The ruthlessness in the believer's eyes reached its peak. As long as he could severely injure and capture Chen Sheng and take him hostage before the secret technique failed, he might be able to fight for a chance to survive.

And this was his last chance.

"die!"

Having temporarily recovered most of his strength, the believer was filled with overwhelming momentum. His spear transformed into a black lightning bolt, and with a fierce and unparalleled sweep, he directly blasted several soldiers who rushed up at him, armor and all, to pieces.

A thick mist of blood, mixed with shattered bones and dismembered limbs, spread out, creating an extremely gruesome scene.

Taking advantage of the brief opening created by the thunderous strike, Shanxin suddenly stopped and his body soared into the air again. Although he was not as agile as he was at his peak, he was still as fast as an arrow released from a bow. Holding a blood-stained spear, he charged straight at Chen Sheng with an indomitable and tragic momentum.

His gaze was fixed on her, filled with murderous intent.

"Lord be careful!"

Suddenly, the demonic monk regained his strength and broke through the encirclement to attack the central army. Li Huaisheng's expression changed drastically. In his shock, he raised his hand without thinking and unleashed a large spray of fine poison needles that shimmered with a dark blue light, which rained down on the believers like a fine drizzle.

However, the innate protective golden bell aura that the believer forcibly condensed around him, though flickering, was still not easily penetrated by such hidden weapons. When the poison needles struck the aura, they only made a crisp "clanging" sound before being bounced away and shattered.

"drink!"

The believer let out another sonic boom-like lion's roar in the air. The sound wave was condensed and mainly aimed at Chen Sheng. It was far more focused and more lethal than the previous wide-range intimidation.

At this moment, Chen Sheng felt a sudden ringing in his ears and a slight turbulence in his blood and qi, but he seemed to be prepared and his body swayed slightly before he regained his footing.

Faced with the believer's seemingly unstoppable and deadly attack, which was imbued with his remaining strength, he showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, a cold smile of complete control curled at the corner of his mouth.

finally come!

We've been waiting for this final, desperate strike from you!
The next moment, to the astonishment of Li Huaisheng and the surrounding guards, Chen Sheng not only did not retreat to avoid their sharp edge, but instead took a step forward and took the initiative to meet the believer who was pouncing on him from mid-air.

Its momentum was extremely rapid!

"Seek death!"

Upon seeing this, the believer was first startled, then overjoyed.

The opponent actually dared to try to withstand his fatal blow, which was imbued with the power of the Blood Burning Secret Technique, with his Foundation Establishment cultivation level? This was simply like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, tantamount to suicide, but for him, it was a good thing.

The distance between the two sides closed rapidly: five zhang, four zhang, three zhang...

Right in the middle of this electric light.

Chen Sheng's left arm suddenly jolted, and the robes and wrist guards wrapped around it were instantly shattered by an outward force.

The next moment, a highly condensed, blood-red light, exuding a strong aura of blood and ominousness, suddenly erupted from a strange rune on the skin of his left arm.

The blood-red light shot out like an arrow, moving faster than the naked eye could perceive.

Almost instantly upon appearing, it tore through the air, traversing the final three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and struck the believer directly in the chest.

"not good!!!"

The believer's face froze in ecstasy, replaced by sudden terror.

He never expected that his opponent would have such a bizarre and terrifying killing move hidden in their hands.

At such close range, with such a sudden attack, and while he was still in the air, he had no time to react and no way to dodge.

"Pfft——!"

A soft, tearing sound followed.

The condensed innate protective golden bell aura was as fragile as paper in the face of the blood light, breaking instantly, and the blood light entered the believer's chest without any hindrance.

"Well-!"

The believer's face suddenly changed drastically, and he let out an extremely shrill scream, his body trembling violently.

The moment the Blood Fiend Talisman entered his body, the violent Blood Fiend power was like thousands of poisonous needles, raging, ravaging, and strangling within him, instantly piercing and tearing his heart apart.

The Blood Demon Talisman's fatal blow directly destroyed the Blood Burning Secret Technique that he had forcibly activated.

The dantian and dantian energy center were like ice and snow thrown into boiling oil, melting and collapsing rapidly, even faster than before.

The aura that the believer had forcibly built up deflated like a punctured balloon, and his crimson skin quickly turned ashen. The madness in his eyes was replaced by despair and resentment.

"puff--!"

A large mouthful of dark blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out of the believer's mouth.

He could no longer maintain his aerial momentum and, like a puppet with its strings cut, fell heavily to the ground from a height of about ten feet, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hehe."

The believer's eyes were filled with resentment and regret. His gaze was fixed on Chen Sheng, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth at all. In the last moment before his life dissipated.

His past experiences flashed by like a fleeting glimpse, and finally, the light in his eyes completely disappeared, and he breathed his last.

(End of this chapter)