This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

Inside the Cangyue military camp.

Mutilated corpses littered the ground, blood stained the earth red, monsters raged everywhere, and soldiers fled in panic; the scene was chaotic and horrific.

But Chen Chui had no time to think about anything else. He unconsciously gripped the spiked club in his hand, as the sudden appearance of the figure put immense pressure on him.

The flute music continued, and the surrounding monsters grew increasingly frenzied. After knocking down the last soldier, all the monsters slowly stopped and then turned their crimson gazes toward Chen Chui.

"Let them continue. I can handle this old man on my own."

The monsters did not leave; some of the closer ones even moved closer to Chen Chui.

"What? Don't you believe me?"

The figure blocking Chen Chui's path suddenly turned cold, his body abruptly rising in height, his entire face contorting, and in no time, he transformed into a monster with a tiger's head and a human body.

"Roar!"

The surrounding monsters retreated in panic, as if facing their natural enemy.

“Zhang Hu, this old man must be eliminated as soon as possible.” The piper paused, his tone unfriendly.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't get lost, I'll kill you too." Zhang Hu, with a tiger's head and a human body, stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, speaking nonchalantly.

"Hmph, if anything goes wrong, you know what will happen!"

The piper flicked his sleeves, urging the surrounding monsters to leave in anger.

Although Chen Chui was unwilling to let the flute player leave, he knew very well that the chances of winning against two opponents were slim, so it was better to focus all his efforts on killing the person in front of him first.

Looking at the mutilated corpses on the ground, Chen Chui was furious. Just half an incense stick ago, they were all alive and well. Instead of dying on the battlefield, they lost their lives inexplicably in his own camp.

Chen Chui's gaze fell on Zhang Hu, and he said, word by word, "You all deserve to die!"

Zhang Hu was also sizing up Chen Chui. He was originally a martial artist who had made a great name for himself in the martial arts world, but he was defeated by Wu Dang in a competition and disappeared from the public eye.

"It is said that cultivators can prolong their lives, and it is indeed true. If a martial artist reaches this age, his qi and blood will have long been exhausted. Perhaps only the legendary innate martial artists can escape this fate. However, with my current strength, even an innate martial artist is no match for me."

Zhang Hu grinned maliciously at Chen Chui, "Since I became a divine messenger, it's been a long time since I've encountered an opponent who can give me a good time. I hope you won't disappoint me!"

"Arrogant! I've killed plenty of inhuman and demonic creatures like you."

Chen Chui did not act immediately, trying his best to suppress his anger.

As soon as Zhang Hu showed the slightest weakness, he would attack with all his might.

However, Zhang Hu seemed to have guessed Chen Chui's plan. Although he spoke arrogantly, he did not let his guard down at all.

The old man in front of them was no ordinary martial artist. Even a divine envoy would feel bad if he were to be hit by that huge spiked club.

For a moment, neither of them made a move, and they stood in silent confrontation.

However, this atmosphere did not last long. Screams and roars continued to come from all around, and more soldiers were attacked and turned into monsters.

Chen Chui worried that if things continued like this, it would be too late once the number of monsters exceeded that of normal people.

Thinking of this, Chen Chui slowly raised his spiked club, then formed a hand seal and shouted, "Transform!"

In an instant, the spiked club grew to more than twice its original size and length, and the spikes on the club also lengthened. Moreover, the spikes began to rotate automatically under the influence of the magic incantation, like drill bits.

From the aura emanating from Zhang Hu, Chen Chui knew that this guy was different from the previous divine messengers.

The tiger is the king of beasts, and the corresponding divine messenger should be even more ferocious, so he did not hesitate to unleash the ultimate form of the spiked club.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by.

"good chance!"

Taking advantage of the wind, Chen Chui quickly swung his spiked club at Zhang Hu.

The mace, already incredibly heavy after being multiplied, was now even faster with the wind, appearing in front of Zhang Hu in an instant.

Zhang Hu's heart tightened slightly. He didn't take the hit head-on, but instead gripped the ground with his feet in an instant and leaned back, barely avoiding the sudden and swift attack.

Even so, the spinning spiked club still managed to cut a gash on his face.

Taking advantage of the opening, Zhang Hu quickly retreated a short distance.

"interesting!"

Zhang Hu stuck out his long tongue and licked his wound, then let out an excited roar.

His fingernails grew rapidly, like sharp knives, and the hair on his body stood on end, like steel needles.

He stomped his foot hard, then transformed into a blur and pounced on Chen Chui.

"So fast!"

Chen Chui was startled and could only hastily raise his spiked club to defend himself against Zhang Hu's attack.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Zhang Hu's sharp claws struck the spiked club, producing a clanging sound like metal striking metal.

Seeing that his opponent was getting faster and faster, Chen Chui gritted his teeth and slowly released his spiked club, but in an instant he used the technique of controlling objects.

After the spiked club was released from his hand, it started to spin on its own, transforming into a rotating circular shield.

Zhang Hu created distance; he clearly hadn't expected this turn of events. The spinning spiked club not only blocked all of his attacks but also posed a significant threat to him.

If he hadn't stopped in time, his entire claw would probably have been caught in it.

"So this is what a cultivator is like? They do have some skill."

A martial artist could never do that.

However, he didn't believe Chen Chui could maintain this state for a long time.

Indeed, Chen Chui breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Hu retreat, but he knew very well that he couldn't maintain this kind of control over objects for long with his magic power. If he stopped using the spiked club, a fierce attack would surely await him.

He felt a pang of sadness; if even a random divine messenger from the opposing side was so difficult to deal with, this battle was truly in jeopardy.

If the Demon God Cult mobilizes all its envoys, who can stop them?

No, there's one more person, Mr. Zheng! He promised to help once.

As long as you take action, these monsters will be no match for you!

Given the current situation, His Majesty must have already informed the gentleman. All I need to do is stall until the gentleman arrives. As for the current situation…

Thinking of this, Chen Chui's gaze toward Zhang Hu suddenly turned cold. If there were no worries about the future, then he could go all out.

Chen Chui sighed, and the spiked club slowly stopped spinning, transforming back into a whisk and returning to his hand.

"What's wrong? Want to give up? I heard your Empress is a great beauty. After I kill you, let's see who can stop me. Then I'll definitely enjoy myself to the fullest, hahaha." Zhang Hu laughed loudly.

Chen Chui rubbed his hand hard on the whisk, and bright red blood seeped from his palm, soon staining the whisk red.

Then, he gave a cold laugh: "You think you're worthy? Prepare to die!"