Chapter 343 280: Demonic Transformation

Upon entering the Mountain King Temple, Han Yuan had been affected by the dark cyan mist, and the demonic nature in his heart was rapidly amplified.

Now, as he was continuously wounded, this, combined with the fighting spirit in his heart, instead allowed Han Yuan to gradually grasp the Mystical Technique of the Innate Great Demon Scripture.

At that moment.

Han Yuan's heart throbbed.

He had originally wanted to use the Transformed Whale Transformation, to make one last stand against the Mountain King.

But as he grasped the Mystical Technique of the Innate Great Demon Scripture, the Transformed Whale Transformation also underwent a wondrous metamorphosis.

'So that's it… If I don't fall… how can I become a demon!'

"Demon Whale Transformation!!!"

Han Yuan's face twisted into a ferocious mask as he roared at the sky.

BOOM!!

His whole body swelled, growing larger. His muscles became savage and thick, his skin turned a deep, dark cyan, and his veins and tendons coiled like dragons and pythons, erupting with an incredibly ferocious and brutal aura!

A deep Demonic Qi swirled around his entire body, as if a Great Demon King had descended!

At that moment.

Han Yuan felt an unprecedented power!

This was a special Divine Power, formed by fusing the Transformed Whale Transformation with the Mystical Technique of the Innate Great Demon Scripture.

Compared to the Transformed Whale Transformation, it was an upgrade in every aspect!

"KILL!!!"

Han Yuan roared madly, dragging his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber along the ground as he charged toward the Mountain King like a shooting star!

"It's useless no matter how much you struggle!"

The Mountain King snarled.

'As long as I devour the flesh and blood of these three, I'll become even stronger!'

He swung his dark red spear and charged forward unstoppably!!!

RUMBLE!!!

The two sides clashed like wild beasts!

Savage, brutal, and bloody!

At this point, there were no techniques to speak of; it was all down to the raw, bloodthirsty ferocity in their hearts.

Countless bloody holes were poked into Han Yuan's body, and his bones and sinews were battered to the point of shattering.

But still, he did not fall.

BANG!

The Temple Priest's eyes were blood-red as he swung his dark red spear, striking Han Yuan's arm.

The Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber flew from his grasp.

Han Yuan paid it no mind at all. Grinning, he unleashed a Giant Spirit Monument-Opening Hand, which carried the force of a thousand thunderbolts as it viciously slammed into his opponent's head!

Even the air itself was violently blasted apart!

BAM!

The Temple Priest didn't have time to react. His head suffered a massive blow, and his whole body trembled as a torrent of blood sprayed from his mouth and nose.

He cried out in pain and violently swept his spear toward Han Yuan's abdomen.

Han Yuan completely ignored it. At this moment, he had gone completely berserk, casting all thoughts of life and death aside. He directly blasted out with a Celestial Spirit Divine Fist.

His entire arm swelled in an instant, muscles piling up, looking exceptionally savage and ferocious. The Great Demon Gang Essence condensed to its absolute limit, forming a violent Fist Aura that slammed ferociously into the Temple Priest!

The two figures were sent flying at the same time.

"Who won?"

Li Gui struggled to his feet.

He couldn't have imagined the fight would become so brutal in the end.

'Especially Han Yuan. He clearly has a Gang Essence Cultivation, yet his physique is so terrifying. He's an absolute monster.'

Zhou Wuji's eyes were completely blind; he could only prick up his ears and listen to the movements nearby.

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH…"

Han Yuan coughed up a mouthful of blood but still stubbornly got back to his feet.

He picked up the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber from the ground and walked step by step toward the Mountain King.

"You damn… bastard."

The Temple Priest also staggered to his feet.

His current appearance was horrifying. His face was a bloody, mangled mess, his neck was half-broken, and there was a massive, bloody hole in his chest from which blood continuously streamed.

His chest had already been run through by the Iron Dragon Sword.

Han Yuan's last punch had widened the wound, blasting the organs inside into pulp.

Watching Han Yuan slowly approach, the Temple Priest seemed to want to make one final struggle.

'After getting this far, how could he be willing to accept this!'

But his injuries were too severe. He couldn't hold himself up after just two steps and fell directly to his knees.

"I calculated everything perfectly… Why did it turn out like this…"

At this moment, the Temple Priest's heart was filled with bitter unwillingness.

He had spent countless opportunities to possess the Mountain King's corpse, thinking he would be able to dominate the world, that not even two Innate Grandmasters combined would be his match.

But then Han Yuan, this anomaly, had appeared out of nowhere.

If not for him, he would have long since slaughtered everyone here, absorbed their Essence Blood, and strengthened himself!

"It's over."

Han Yuan's voice was exceptionally cold.

He raised the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber and swung it straight down!

SCHLICK!

The Mountain King's large head thudded onto the ground.

His headless body remained kneeling on the ground, his hands just hanging limply.

Han Yuan, too, seemed to have exhausted all his Qi Power. His vision went black, and he nearly collapsed.

Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and plunged the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber into the ground, which allowed him to barely steady himself.

Li Gui and Zhou Wuji had also recovered some mobility by now and staggered over.

"If it weren't for you today, brother, I'm afraid the two of us really would have been no match for this Mountain King."

Li Gui's face was as pale as paper, and his voice was weak and faint.

"Thank you for your help today, brother!"

Zhou Wuji added, cupping his fist in gratitude.

It was clear they didn't look down on Han Yuan in the slightest just because he was only a Gang Essence Martial Artist.

They had all witnessed Han Yuan's strength for themselves.

He was definitely their equal.

"You're both too kind… I just wanted to enter this Middle Spiritual Land for my Cultivation."

Han Yuan said with a smile.

All three were severely injured. After a brief exchange, they each took out Elixir Pills and began circulating their energy to heal.

Once they had recovered some of their strength, Han Yuan carried the Mountain King's head and walked toward the plaza where the fighting was most intense.

"The Mountain King is dead!"

"All of you, surrender at once!"

Han Yuan appeared before the crowd, dangling the Mountain King's head in his hand.

In an instant.

The expressions of the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and Tribal Warriors changed drastically. Many of them couldn't believe what they were seeing.