The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 121 Disease

The dazzling crimson lightning tore through the billowing black mist surrounding the demon, causing it to emit blue smoke. With a fierce laugh, it swung its table-sized, ferocious beast claws towards Wang Wen's steel spear.

"Boom."

A muffled but powerful thud was heard, and the demon's table-sized claw shattered instantly. The powerful force rippled outwards, shattering countless blue tiles that flew into the air.

Wang Wen's spear thrust was completely exhausted in the exchange of blows.

As he plummeted, a burst of true energy erupted beneath his feet, propelling him forward like a cannonball. Just as he brushed past the demon's neck, he spread his right arm and tightly wrapped it around the demon's thick neck, using the force of his fall to forcefully tackle the demon to the ground...

"Boom."

The moment Wang Wen landed heavily, he used the force of the demon falling backward to twist his waist and roared hoarsely, "Get out!"

Then, with a ferocious expression, he swung one arm and lifted up a demon that was as tall as two or three stories, roaring as he threw it out of the hall.

"Hehehe, hehe..."

The dark, monstrous creature spun through the air and flew towards the outside of the hall, still chuckling. However, the laughter no longer contained the initial arrogance and ferocity, but instead carried a hint of fear.

But its broken arm, while spinning, grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye...

"Boom."

The demon smashed through the gate and flew out of the hall.

"Laugh at your mother!"

Before he could regain his footing, Wang Wen, enveloped in a dazzling burst of crimson lightning, charged out like a cannonball, catching up with the dark, spinning demon in mid-air, and thrusting his spear forward.

In the blink of an eye, he thrust out more than a dozen spears, each one piercing a transparent hole in the dark demon's body, and each thrust injecting a stream of crimson lightning into the demon's body.

The extremely powerful and yang-infused Crimson Palace Thunder roared and exploded continuously within the demon's body, causing black energy to surge wildly and its skin to tear apart, while it let out a series of eerie "heh heh heh" roars...

No one knows if this is the only strange laugh it has.

In any case, its strange roar sounded like adding fuel to the fire to Wang Wen's ears.

"Fuck your mother, fuck your mother..."

Wang Wen's face was contorted, his hair stood on end, and his eyes seemed to spit fire as he cursed wildly, chasing after the demon and frantically thrusting his spear at it.

With such a fast gun speed, you could almost only hear the "crackling" sound of the Crimson Palace Thunder exploding, and couldn't see the gun at all!

The dark demon was terrified by his thrusts, completely losing its arrogant and domineering aura from when it was first born. It screamed in terror and flailed its arms and legs wildly, trying to block Wang Wen's steel spear.

This demon was a wisp of demonic thought accumulated by the nameless old monk in his past lives through upholding precepts and chanting Buddhist scriptures. It was formed from the resentment and malevolence of the wronged souls in the city. Its power level was very high. However, because the nameless old monk held on until he was exhausted and his soul was scattered, he did not give his mind to this demon. As a result, this demon had a terrifying body but no wisdom or means corresponding to its power level.

And then, it encountered Wang Wen, a martial arts and magic practitioner who could completely counter it no matter what...

At this moment, its clumsy, twitching movements were full of flaws in the eyes of a martial arts master like Wang Wen!
"You still want to play the bastard, don't you? You still want to play the bastard, don't

Wang Wen, like a nimble hummingbird, circled around it, leaving behind a trail of sparks and flashes of gunfire.

But no matter how many holes he pierced the demon's body, and how much Crimson Palace Thunder he injected into it through those holes, it all seemed to be in vain. In fact, the bullet holes he made just a second ago would heal the next second...

If Wang Wen were calm enough at this moment, he would definitely be able to analyze from the demon's gradually withering body that this demon is an energy body formed by resentment and ferocity. It does not have the "vital points" that only flesh and blood have. Its existence is more like a monster in a game. You have to completely deplete its health bar before you can really kill it.

But at this moment, his mind was already distorted beyond recognition by the poison of incense. His brain was like a rusty machine without oil. It would take him a long time to understand a thought, so how could he see this clearly?
To be precise, the incense poison was merely a trigger. What truly prevented him from thinking calmly was the guilt and remorse in his heart. The incense poison simply acted as a catalyst, amplifying these two intense negative emotions...

His guilt and remorse had nothing to do with his identity.

Whether it was the identity of the Demon Suppressor or the identity of the God of Huangshan, in Wang Wen's mind they were just casual pursuits, and neither was enough to make him bear such a strong sense of guilt and remorse.

He felt guilty and remorseful simply because he felt that he had the opportunity to save these people from their suffering, but twice he watched that opportunity slip away before his eyes.

The first time was atop Mount Huangshan. The second time was this one.

Of course, none of this was his fault.

But he had the chance to change everything before him, twice...

In his previous life, he had seen some videos online in which police officers and firefighters who failed to save suicide victims collapsed to the ground and cried uncontrollably.

At that time, although he also felt sorry for them, he also felt that it was not their fault and that they did not need to bear the guilt because of other people's mistakes.

He now finally understands why those kind police officers and firefighters had emotional breakdowns.

But it was too late...

Empathy is indeed a quality that only those with power and influence should possess.

Because such self-cultivation, when it appears in anyone who is powerless, is a disease.

……

"Ah ah ah..."

Wang Wen, who had been stabbing the dark demon for a long time without seeing it die, was finally overwhelmed by his intense negative emotions. He roared like the demon, raised his spear, leaped up, and thrust the spear through the demon's back, tearing open the wound and rushing into the demon's body.

The demon's intelligence, which was not much greater than that of a newly awakened wild beast, stunned it by this change. It paced around in circles, its long, knee-length claws scratching wildly at its back...

The moment Wang Wen rushed into the demon's body, it was as if he had entered a black ocean, with endless resentment and malevolence surging towards him like rivers flowing into the sea.

"what!"

He roared and unleashed a dazzling ball of crimson lightning, enveloping himself completely. Then, pointing his gun at the sky, he shouted hoarsely in his last moments of clarity, "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, the Great Lord of Heaven, display your mighty power! Your majestic heavenly might, guided by thunder... Heavenly Venerable of Universal Thunder of the Nine Heavens, vanquish the demon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a magnificent purple bolt of lightning descended from the sky with a seemingly slow but actually swift motion. It pierced through the dark clouds, illuminated the heavens and earth, and struck the demon's head with pinpoint accuracy, instantly shattering the two- or three-story-tall demon into nothingness.

"Kacha!"

A deafening roar of lightning and thunder followed.

With a thunderous crash, Wang Wen fell heavily to the ground, leaning on his rifle with one arm and kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.

He was surrounded by wisps of blue smoke, like fireworks, and his long, black hair and clothes drifted away silently, revealing a body covered in white, muscular muscles with lightning-scorched patterns. At first glance, it looked like a dragon tattoo covered in pigeon blood.

At that moment, the words "Virtue -500", "Virtue +1500", "Merit Points +50000" appeared in his field of vision one after another.

"I did make money, I did..."

He breathed heavily, his eyes clear, and muttered to himself, then silently added in his mind: 'But you should take it easy, old man. Am I being unreasonable, and are you being unreasonable too?'

He's been struck by lightning more than once or twice, but this time... it's the most intense yet.

Inside that demon's body, he was also enveloped in a layer of Crimson Palace Lightning, which was equivalent to wearing two layers of lightning resistance armor.

But that purple lightning bolt still managed to pierce him through the heart in an instant!
For a fleeting moment, he even thought he was definitely going to be killed this time...

By this point, his whole body was numb and he couldn't move.

Good deeds done in secret are truly a wonderful thing!
After a full quarter of an hour, Wang Wencai finally stood up, his legs weak and his feet trembling, leaning on his steel rifle.

Just then, outside the temple gate, there were already many indistinct, disheveled figures. Like a crowd pushing and shoving, they gradually submerged the temple gate and tentatively surged towards the main hall.

Wang Wen glanced at it only once, then lowered his eyelids and sighed silently.

Before long, a magnificent bolt of lightning, golden with purple hues, once again illuminated the passageway in front of the main hall.

(End of this chapter)