Chapter 440: Yang Dongqing vs. the Undead King

The Undead King narrowed his eyes. His careless demeanor finally turned serious, but only just.

"So this is your confidence," he said. "I don't know how you ascended to a Gold King in such a short time, but you must understand one thing: even among Kings... there are gaps in power."

Boom!

Monstrous crimson light surged upward. In an instant, the ink-black sky turned the color of blood, and a blood moon hung high above!

Breathtakingly handsome to the point of being demonic, the Undead King stood beneath the blood moon, his crimson-dyed imperial robes whipping in the wind.

His ruby-like eyes reflected Yang Dongqing, who looked like a vicious asura.

Suddenly, the asura-like figure vanished from his sight. The Undead King did not panic in the slightest; instead, he sneered in disdain and soundlessly raised his right hand to guard the side of his head.

"Too slow—"

Before he could finish, a fist wrapped in pitch-black Pain Divine Power and a soaring murderous aura slammed viciously into his right arm.

The utterly terrifying force made the Undead King's expression change instantly. His right arm visibly snapped, twisted, and deformed.

Bang!

Struck like a cannonball, the Undead King blasted backward and crashed into a nearby residential area.

The sturdy outer walls of an apartment building were pierced in an instant. Bricks and masonry shattered, raining down in showers.

He tore through a living room, the powerful air current sending furniture flying. The television, sofa, and coffee table instantly shattered. Before the residents could even react, the Undead King had already smashed through the opposite wall and shot out the other side.

Bang, bang, bang...

Tearing through like a bowling ball, the Undead King smashed through several more residential buildings before finally coming to a halt.

Where his body had dragged across the ground at high speed, a massive trench had been plowed out—about a meter wide, several inches deep, and a hundred meters long, looking like a gash sliced into the earth.

Churned-up dirt and masonry sprayed to both sides of the trench. Nearby streetlamps had been snapped in half, their exposed wires sizzling and spitting sparks.

"Bastard..." Enraged to the limit, the Undead King felt his dignity had been utterly trampled by being beaten this badly on his own turf.

He slowly climbed to his feet from the ruins. Threads of blood seeped from his broken right arm, weaving together until the limb regenerated in an instant.

"You lowly human..."

The Undead King's pupils shrank abruptly. A Gold Mask was already right in front of his face.

An immense force slammed into him. The Undead King's body instantly doubled over, blood spurting from his mouth.

Hellbent on resurrecting Jasmine, Yang Dongqing gave the Undead King no chance to catch his breath. Surging Pain Divine Power and murderous aura poured out in a frenzy.

His iron fists blurred into a sky full of afterimages, battering the Undead King like a violent storm.

The king's body burst with blooms of blood beneath the barrage, until he finally exploded completely, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

But in the next second, the blood mist rushed together into a human shape behind Yang Dongqing. Those demonic crimson eyes gleamed with soaring killing intent.

"My turn!"

Pale, razor-sharp claws extended from the Undead King's hands, piercing brutally straight through Yang Dongqing's heart.

When he ripped his hand back out, he held a freshly beating heart.

Squish!

The Undead King crushed the heart!

A cold smirk played on his lips, confident that the battle was already won. But the only response he got was a brutal backward elbow strike, delivered without a backward glance.

Terrifying black light exploded from the elbow, sending the Undead King flying backward.

He unfurled a pair of bat wings, arresting his momentum in midair.

"You're not dead!?"

Yang Dongqing slowly turned around. Within the gaping, bloody hole in his chest, countless tiny blood vessels and muscle fibers frantically wove together. In the blink of an eye, a scarlet heart took shape, followed by his chest cavity, restoring him completely to normal.

"You aren't the only one with an Undying Body."

"Is that so? A mere human thinks he can compare his immortality to the Blood Clan? You're completely out of your league!"

Moving like a phantom, the Undead King lunged forward, swiping his razor-sharp claws viciously at Yang Dongqing's head.

'I refuse to believe you can survive getting your head chopped off!'

It was a good thought, but the moment his claws touched the neck, the Undead King's expression changed. The tactile sensation was completely different!

The claws that had easily pierced a heart just moments ago failed to cleave through Yang Dongqing's neck. They merely tore away a layer of flesh and blood.

Yang Dongqing didn't sit waiting for death; he instantly launched a counterattack. The two Gold Kings engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat. Black light and crimson radiance blanketed the sky as terrifying sonic booms rang out one after another.

The towering buildings surrounding them were instantly reduced to flying ash in the wake of their battle.

The Undead King grew more and more alarmed as they fought. His opponent's Undying Body was not the least bit inferior to his own, and it even possessed a terrifying adaptability on par with the Yama of the Ten Halls. The damage he could inflict was growing noticeably weaker with every strike.

Although this adaptability was inferior to the Yama of the Ten Halls and clearly possessed an upper limit, in a clash between experts, even a minuscule advantage would be infinitely magnified.

"Blood River!"

Unleashing his ultimate attack at point-blank range, the Undead King summoned endless crimson light that manifested into a long river of blood in the void. Countless skeletons and vengeful spirits seemed to thrash within its currents. The moment it appeared, all of Queen Street was blanketed in a suffocating stench of gore.

The scope of the Blood River was too massive. With nowhere to dodge, Yang Dongqing had no choice but to brace himself and take it head-on.

Like a reef standing firm amidst crashing waves, he continually endured the rushing impact of the Blood River. His Pain Divine Power and murderous aura surged out endlessly, wrapping around him like a pitch-black cocoon.

"Hmph, still trying to struggle after falling into the Blood River?" The Undead King swept his hand through the air. Countless tiny, blood-colored veins immediately surfaced above the river, spreading out into the surroundings like a slithering nest of snakes.

Hiding nearby, the followers of the Pain Divine Cult began to scream in agony. The veins plunged into their bodies, relentlessly draining their blood.

In a matter of seconds, the weaker cultists were reduced to dried husks.

Then, the waves of the Blood River grew increasingly turbulent. The black light protecting Yang Dongqing visibly dimmed.

Meanwhile, atop a towering clock tower, a figure in a tailcoat stood gracefully in the breeze.

Su Mu watched the battle between the two Gold Kings with deep interest. Although Yang Dongqing appeared to be losing, the ultimate victor would not necessarily be the Undead King.

Finally, Yang Dongqing's protective black light was utterly swallowed by the Blood River. Like a drowning man, he sank deep to the riverbed. The blood endlessly eroded his body. Gradually, his skin dissolved to reveal raw, scarlet flesh. That flesh rapidly melted away as well, leaving nothing but stark white bone.

His skeleton did not hold out for much longer before it, too, dissolved into the bloody current.

With that, Yang Dongqing had completely liquefied into blood.

"Hahaha..." The Undead King threw his head back and laughed aloud. "This is what happens when you oppose me!"

Opening his mouth wide, he sucked the sprawling Blood River into his maw like a whale inhaling the sea.

A look of deep satisfaction washed over his face. "After absorbing a Gold King, my strength will soar to new heights. It won't be long before I surpass the progenitor... Squelch!"