ushernet Chapter 242 - 198: Ten Kills
Chapter 242 - 198: Ten Kills
Holy Golden Blood!!
Wu Hen felt the wounds he had sustained earlier healing at an astonishing rate, sensing a continuous supply of energy from his internal organs.
The Blood Flame grew hotter and hotter, and Wu Hen’s entire skin seemed to be burning; even the air around him mysteriously filled with an abundance of Thunder Transition Factor due to such potential being stimulated!
Golden Thunder, Blood Flame, and a Black Void Witch Dragon coiling around him, Wu Hen suddenly felt as if his soul had soared to some lofty height. The every move of the four tyrant tiger armors became slow-motion, their encircling angles comprehensively discerned by his god-like perspective.
The strength returned to Wu Hen’s arms, and with a tight grip, the Black Void Witch Dragon coiling around his body swiftly retracted into him, transforming in a flash into the Black Glaze Sword!
The sword, too, was ablaze with a layer of Blood Flame, intensely crimson!
"Swoosh!"
Suddenly, Wu Hen vanished from the spot, leaving only a flickering cluster of Blood Flame.
The tyrant tiger armor that had wounded Little Yi suddenly turned around, as if sensing some terrifying presence behind it.
However, the tyrant tiger armor was still too slow to react; the Glazed Sword, burning with Blood Flame and carrying the Thunder Transition Factor, had already viciously slashed across its neck!
The neck of the tyrant tiger armor was exceedingly tough, and Wu Hen could feel a strong bluntness as the sword passed through; he could not help but let out a low roar, his arm strength bursting forth once more, ensuring that the sword still managed to completely decapitate its head, causing blood to gush forth like a pillar!
The white blood hadn’t even had time to stain Wu Hen’s body before he was already chasing after the frantic heartbeat of another tyrant tiger armor.
The tyrant tiger armor tried to distance itself from Wu Hen but ended up exposing its back in the process.
Wu Hen wielded the sword with both hands, delivering a splendidly dazzling Glazed Glass Flower!
The tough Glazed Glass Crystal, like a thorn of death, continued for a mile, ultimately impaling the tyrant tiger armor on the edge of the Red Palace.
Wu Hen knew that the tyrant tiger armor’s vitality was stubborn; a penetration of this degree wasn’t fatal.
Using the sword as a conduit and from a distance, Wu Hen invoked the Heavenly Thunder, turning the sprawling Thunder Transition Factor into an even more terrifying, thicker Thunder Needle!
The Golden Thunder Needle shot down from the sky, piercing from the tyrant tiger armor’s back all the way through to its belly, its robust life snuffed out in an instant, reduced to a pile of charred flesh and armor!
"You stand aloof, wanting to implant in me a posture that causes the entire human genetic makeup to tremble in fear?"
The red rhombic blades couldn’t cut down any longer in the face of such formidable mountain passes and tall gates, where the blades seemed extraordinarily tiny.
The two tyrant tiger armors were blasted away by the momentum of the Cang Xia Fist, tumbling through the air, while rugged canyons rolled over their bodies one after another, cracking their shells, shredding their muscles, and snapping all six limbs!
By the time they finally crashed down, Wu Hen had already appeared at their landing spot, the Blood Flame sword slashing down, forming a lethal sea of Thunder Fire, leaving no room for struggle.
Having reached the level of Holy Golden Blood, the power of the Cang Xia Fist had escalated, from merely peeling off the tyrant tiger armor’s shell, to now causing direct and severe damage, shattering both their muscles and internal organs.
"Nine!"
"Only you left."
Wu Hen walked toward the last tyrant tiger armor.
This tyrant tiger armor had always been entangled by the Ominous Bronze Spear and had no chance to engage Wu Hen in combat.
However, with each comrade falling one after another, it was impossible not to feel panicked.
From its initial arrogance and indifference, like a king overlooking all life, to now, Wu Hen could clearly sense the fear exuding from the creature, even as it slowly retreated backward.
Even though they were connected to the Purple Emperor Butterfly, as intelligent life forms, they too could feel dread when facing death.
The more they feared, the faster they died.
Wu Hen didn’t draw his sword again but instead grasped the Ominous Bronze Spear.
A thrust of the spear directly into the skull of the tyrant tiger armor caused a torrent of white blood to surge out.
The last tyrant tiger armor had lost the will to fight, making it an easy target...
Feasting on the enemy’s fear was itself a form of pleasure. The initial desire to grow stronger was for survival, but gradually one can also immerse themselves in the excitement of dominating other lives, especially those that have exerted significant pressure, as this, to some extent, signifies breaking free from the predation rules set by the creator, ascending from prey to predator, the existence that hunts them!
The Blood Flame gradually dissipated from his body as Wu Hen began to control his breathing.
Each soul breath became Little Yi’s fine meal, for it hadn’t tasted such a feast since it had been wounded and had lain dormant.
With each soul breath swallowed, dragon scales emerged on Little Yi’s body. After consuming the last soul breath of the tyrant tiger armor, Little Yi was covered with those imposing black dragon scales, and the injuries sustained earlier were nourished and healed!