Chapter 670 - 35: Demon God of Sixteen Feet

Chapter 670: Chapter 35: Demon God of Sixteen Feet

Kunlun Mountain, within a certain concealed relic.

A man standing sixteen feet tall, with skin completely black, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Who on earth is that divine presence?"

His eyes carried a hint of anger, mixed with a bit of fear.

The man struggled to recall that fleeting glance of Li Boyang, the feeling of horror within his heart never dissipating.

He was certain he had never seen the person before, nor did he sense any threat from them.

Yet the oppressive feeling, arising instinctively as if from the top of the food chain, was far more intense than with anyone he had encountered before.

The man did not doubt his perception, for this ultimate sense of danger was his trump card for surviving to this day.

"Could it be related to Him?"

Looking up, the man’s gaze fell on the jade Buddha head before him.

It was the Buddha head of Amitabha—the final magical treasure.

But soon after, the man dismissed his own guess, as Amitabha could not evoke such a chilling sense of crisis within him.

"Anyway, the plan needs to be advanced."

Slowly standing up, the man walked to the Buddha head and murmured.

Ever since seizing this Buddha head, the man had been trying to absorb and digest its power.

Now just one step away, the man was unwilling to give up.

Pa!

One hand pressed against the Buddha head.

The man’s expression suddenly turned ferocious.

Then the man’s form began to distort rapidly, undergoing a drastic transformation in a very short time.

If one looked closely, they would find the man’s appearance increasingly resembling that of the Buddha head.

Though the Buddha head maintained a benevolent appearance.

In contrast, the man’s expression of the same visage exuded a charm and eeriness that could not be concealed.

In fact, it wasn’t just the appearance aligning with the Buddha head.

During this continuous transformation, the man gradually acquired abilities similar to those of the Buddha head.

A black copper bell loomed around him.

Clear inverted swastika symbols were visible amid the Brahma sound.

Clearly a power meant to save all beings and guide all souls, in the man’s hands it mutated into a tendency to deceive all beings and invert all things.

"Moo... Mee..."

As the enchanting demonic sound escaped the man’s lips, changes erupted on the distant battlefield.

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"Eh?"

Holding his granddaughter tightly in his arms, the elderly man watched the corpse of Feilian ahead with a wary gaze.

The older man’s mortal eyes couldn’t perceive the recent series of Primordial Qi changes, but he could clearly see the corpse’s eerie nature.

Its head pierced by a finger blade, body shredded by high-intensity fibers.

Feilian’s death was beyond description, dismemberment and mutilation were but comparable.

"Moo... Mee..."

The alluring sound grew from nothing, from small to large.

Within moments, the mutilated flesh reassembled.

Just like the previous transformation of those fierce beasts, yet more intense and terrifying.

"Xiao Ling, you go first."

Seeing the imminent battle, the elder immediately pushed his granddaughter away, handing her the Horn of Plenty.

"Grandpa..."

As if realizing something instinctively, Xiao Ling turned to look at her grandfather.

"Don’t worry, your grandpa has witnessed all kinds of scenes in his life, faced all sorts of dangers."

"First escape to Ganqi City. I’ll come find you after solving these troubles."

Ruffling Xiao Ling’s hair, the elderly man reassured her with a smile.

"Alright, I understand. Grandpa, please come quickly."

After a brief silence, Xiao Ling wiped the tears from her eyes and responded determinedly.

With that said, Xiao Ling turned and ran towards the direction of Ganqi City, without looking back once.

"..."

Watching his sensible granddaughter, the elder couldn’t help but smile contently.

Then, from contentment his gaze turned sharp, looking towards the corpse of Feilian, now fully transformed.

"If I were you, I would have attacked me just now."

With a form identical to the man in Kunlun Mountain, even the voice sounded the same.

The only difference between Feilian’s transformed form and the man might be in size.

But considering it was merely a temporary incarnation to carry power, such a size discrepancy seemed reasonable.

Initially, the man intended to stir a storm to sweep both elder and granddaughter away.

"Pointless actions, I never do them."

Having discerned the man’s threat, the elder sighed inwardly.

This man was not at the same level as the former Feilian at all.

Especially this method of reshaping flesh, the elder had seldom seen in his years of travels.

"Will you keep fighting?"

Casting a glance in Li Boyang’s direction, the man asked.

"Yanshi Kingdom has never surrendered without a fight."

Raising his right arm wielding the Thousand Machine Change, the elder detected a flicker of motion from the man.

"I don’t know how many Yanshi you found before me, but I will avenge them."

Although the elder didn’t know why the man targeted him, he vaguely guessed the man’s intentions.

"Then show me your resolve!"

Not wanting or intending to wait any longer, the man’s figure instantly appeared before the elder.

Bang!

With a simple punch, came the power to crush gold and jade.

Luckily the elder’s reaction was timely, the Thousand Machine Change instantly transformed into a genuine shield before him.

Framed by bones, woven with high-strength golden silkworm threads into a dense overlapping net.

This temporary shield could even stop true bullets, but could not withstand the man’s effortless punch.

Crack!

This time, the elder’s arm truly shattered.

In the elder’s incredulous eyes, his proud Thousand Machine Change splintered to pieces.

Whether the high-strength framework or the resilient golden silkworm threads.

Before the man, without a true Magical Treasure, nothing could block him.

So when the elder recovered from shock, wanting to retaliate, the man’s palm appeared before him.

"This... how is it possible..."

Staring at the inverted swastika in the center of the palm, the elder completely lost consciousness.

Having dealt with the elder, the man didn’t halt, but turned to look in the direction of Xiao Ling’s escape.

"A bunch of ignorant mortals, truly troublesome."

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