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Chapter 730 I won’t play with you anymore
Hunxiu King's pursuit has lasted for a full hour and a half.

The initial rage and impatience, though not completely extinguished, had transformed into a deeper and more dangerous calm.

As a seasoned powerhouse, he had experienced countless fierce battles throughout his life and knew that when hunting top prey, patience was often more deadly than brute force.

The long chase seemed futile, but he keenly sensed that nearly 30% of his vast inner strength had indeed been lost in this seemingly meaningless pursuit.

Every all-out pursuit depletes what has been accumulated.

He firmly believed that Liang Jin, who was elusive like a ghost in the wind, would only be more exhausted!
That incredible lightness skill requires extremely high precision in controlling internal energy, and it is impossible to do so without paying a price.

Run, run as fast as you want!

"I'd like to see how long the wick in your oil lamp can burn!"

Hunxiu Wang sneered inwardly, a cruel glint of control flashing deep in his eyes.

He could almost see Liang Jin's internal energy depleted, his speed slowed, and he would eventually be smashed into a pulp by his mace.

This is undoubtedly a fatal situation for Liang Jin.

With the Western Desert's top experts dwindling, Liang Jin has no powerful allies left, and he is fighting alone.

Meanwhile, on his own side... King Hunxiu thought of this and subtly scanned a specific location in the darkness with his divine sense.

Chi Le, the guy sent by the Yinxi Society to "assist" him, is still lurking in the shadows.

He originally intended to claim all the credit for himself and disdained to join forces with others to deal with a junior, which is why he strictly ordered Chi Le not to make a move.

However, Liang Jin's slippery tactics left him with the power to split mountains and shatter rocks but nowhere to use it, leaving him extremely frustrated.

If the situation continues to stalemate, Chile will certainly not stand idly by and watch the mission fail.

In the end, all I'll lose is a little face, but Liang Jin will pay the price with his life!

This is a worthwhile deal no matter how you look at it.

However, Liang Jin had already seen through Hunxiu Wang's seemingly flawless scheme.

Liang Jin seemed to be dancing on the edge of a knife, his figure shifting unpredictably in the raging wind, yet his mind was as clear as a mirror.

Yinxi would never have placed all her bets on Hunxiu King alone, given that she had meticulously planned this scheme.

In this darkness, there must be venomous snakes lurking, waiting for the opportune moment to deliver a fatal blow.

"Trying to wear me down? Waiting for reinforcements?"

A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of Liang Jin's lips:

"Very well, I will grant your wish and see who can't take the game in the end."

He not only wanted to wear them down, but also to deliberately provoke them.

Thus, the clear yet distinctly mocking voice traveled precisely on the wind to King Hunxiu's ears:

"Your Highness is still vigorous despite your age. You've been chasing us for so long without even breaking a sweat. I'm truly impressed!"

"I just wonder if your old bones can still accompany me for a few more laps around this Dry Dragon Gorge?"

Upon hearing this, King Hunxiu's forehead veins throbbed, and the anger he had just suppressed almost surged up again.

He forced himself to hold back, managing to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth:
"Sharp-tongued! I'll smash all your teeth in a bit, then let's see how arrogant you'll be!"

The two continued their bizarre and dull competition, one chasing and the other fleeing, around the massive Dry Dragon Gorge.

The moonlight elongated their shadows, casting them onto the steep cliff face, resembling silhouettes in a shadow play, full of an unreal, illusory quality.

This bizarre situation left Hua Nongying at the bottom of the valley completely bewildered and extremely anxious.

Although she lost her memory, her instincts and eyesight as a martial artist remained.

She could clearly sense the terrifying aura emanating from the two people in the sky; it was a powerful force capable of splitting mountains and stopping rivers.

However, the duel between these two top masters of the era was like a child's game, with them only fleeing and not attacking, only chasing and not fighting.

"What are they doing?"

Hua Nongying frowned, leaning against a cold boulder, gazing up at the two entangled figures:

"If this continues, it will come down to a contest of internal strength and foundation... that young man..."

Her gaze involuntarily followed Liang Jin's figure. An inexplicable sense of closeness and a subconscious inclination made her regard Liang Jin as "one of her own".

"He's so young, and no matter how profound his inner strength is, how can he compare to that white-haired old monster's endurance and stamina?"

A sense of worry welled up inside her, and she subconsciously gripped the cold iron chains binding her, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She hated her own powerlessness at that moment; not only could she not help, but she had become a burden instead.

Just as she was feeling anxious, Hua Nongying suddenly twitched her nostrils slightly.

What is this smell?

A faint yet unusually complex scent quietly permeated the cool air.

The scent is faint, a blend of various unidentifiable spices, herbs, and even minerals.

If it weren't for her exceptionally keen senses, she would have had no way of noticing it.

What alarmed her even more was that the smell gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity!
It was as if she had encountered a similar aura countless times in the distant past.

"No...this scent...it seems to be conveying something?"

An absurd yet incredibly clear thought entered her mind.

She discovered that she could instinctively sense that these mixed scents were not naturally emitted, but were carefully blended and contained specific information!
There are countless ways to convey messages in the world. Some are visual, such as words, pictures, gestures, etc.; some are auditory, such as words, whistles, drumbeats, etc.; and some are tactile, such as knocking, touching, swiping, etc.

However, using the sense of smell is undoubtedly the most secretive and unorthodox method.

Only those who have undergone extremely rigorous and special training can master this skill and convey accurate information to a specific target through the combination of scents.

If one does not understand the meaning of various smells, even if outsiders smell them, they will only regard them as ordinary odors and will not be able to discover their secrets.

"Who...who taught me all this? Who was I in the past?"

"And... what information do these smells represent?"

Hua Nongying pressed hard on her throbbing temples, trying desperately to grasp the fleeting inspiration in her mind.

She could sense that she "should" be able to interpret these scents; the knowledge seemed to be imprinted deep within her soul.

But when she tried to discern and understand, the gates of memory seemed to be welded shut with molten iron, remaining completely unmoved. Only the intense headaches came like waves, preventing her from delving deeper.

The more anxious you are, the more intense the pain becomes, as if countless fine needles are piercing your skull.

She had no choice but to give up, slumping against the rock, panting heavily, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Since she couldn't decipher it, she tried to find the source of the smell.

She looked up and cautiously surveyed her surroundings.

However, being at the bottom of the valley, with the view limited by the towering cliffs, one could only see a small patch of pale night sky and the dark rock face opposite, making it impossible to determine where the eerie smell was coming from.

Time passed slowly in silence and anxiety.

The person who was secretly releasing the scent seemed to have lost patience after not getting the expected response for a long time.

Before long, the complex and faint scent quietly dissipated, as if it had never existed.

"have they gone?"

A strong sense of loss and anxiety welled up in Hua Nongying's heart.

That person in the shadows likely knows her identity and her past!
This was the key clue for her to get out of her current predicament and find herself again, but now she is watching it break.

Just as she was feeling unsettled and almost succumbing to despair—

"boom!!!"

A completely different, aggressive and wild aura suddenly erupted from the shadows on one side of Hanlong Gorge!
This aura was like a sleeping beast suddenly awakening, carrying a wild and oppressive feeling, pointing directly at Liang Jin in the night sky, but its power was so great that it enveloped the entire cliff top and valley floor!

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and even the howling wind held its breath.

Hua Nongying suddenly raised her head, a hint of shock and understanding flashing in her beautiful eyes.

It's him!

The person who released the scent finally stopped hiding and showed himself!

In the night sky, Liang Jin and Hunxiu Wang both paused at the same time.

After a sudden turn, Liang Jin's fleeting figure landed lightly on a relatively flat rock at the top of the cliff.

He turned around, facing the direction from which the aura came, and instead of fear, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"So you've finally decided to come out?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes sharp as a hawk's. Meanwhile, King Hunxiu ceased his futile pursuit and landed on the other side.

He first glared at the darkness with some annoyance, seemingly blaming Chile for acting without permission, but then that annoyance turned into a ferocious look of certainty.

With Chi Le joining forces, Liang Jin is doomed to die today!

Under the focused gaze of the three, a tall and imposing figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

The moonlight illuminated his features.

He was a very strong old man.

He was extremely tall, with shoulders as broad as a wild bear, yet he did not appear bulky.

He wore a large felt hat made of mink fur, a vest made of snow leopard fur over it, and a close-fitting brown wool coat underneath, with his trousers tucked into thick leather boots.

This outfit makes him look exactly like an old herdsman who has lived in a harsh and cold place for a long time.

However, how could someone who could appear in this Dry Dragon Gorge at this moment and exude such a terrifying aura be an ordinary herdsman?
His eyes, in particular, shone brightly with every blink, full of wildness and wisdom, contrasting sharply with his simple attire and revealing his unfathomable strength.

This man was none other than Chi Le.

When Hunxiu King saw Chile, his old face flushed slightly. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed as he recalled his boast of "single-handedly beheading Liang Jin".

But this slight embarrassment was quickly replaced by murderous intent, and he sneered at Liang Jin triumphantly:

"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!"

"Meng Xinghun, do you think you can keep fooling me with your meager escape skills?"

"I admit that it will indeed take some effort for one person to capture you, you slippery mudfish."

"But now! Chile is here! We are both at the second rank, and with us surrounding you from both sides, it's an inescapable net! Let's see how you escape! You won't be able to fly away even if you grow wings!"

Liang Jin listened quietly to his rant, his expression calm and unwavering.

"Really?"

He spoke softly, his voice low, yet clearly reaching their ears:

"It's not certain who will escape later."

King Hunxiu, seeing that he still dared to be so arrogant even on the verge of death, couldn't help but sneer:
"You keep talking even when you are about to die!"

As they spoke, he and Chi Le moved their feet in perfect unison, one in front and one behind, one to the left and one to the right, subtly forming a pincer movement to completely block all possible escape routes for Liang Jin.

Drawn by the air currents, the air at the top of the cliff became incredibly viscous, as if it had turned into an invisible swamp.

Liang Jin then slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Chi Le's smiling, round face.

"You are a member of the Yinxi Society?"

he asked directly.

Chile's smile remained unchanged, even appearing more amiable, as if he were exchanging pleasantries with an old friend:
"Heh, I didn't expect that even the Marquis would know the name of our insignificant organization?"

Liang Jin's eyes turned slightly cold:

"I don't know much about you."

"I just don't understand, what grudge do we have that you would want to kill me?"

Liang Jin simply wanted to verify what Mi Lanyue had said.

But he had no hope that Chile would provide an answer.

really.

Chile did not answer the question directly, but the smile on his face became more and more unfathomable, with a condescending pity.

His aura had completely merged with that of King Hunxiu, like a noose that was constantly tightening.

Only after their positions were completely secure, forming a perfect encirclement formation, did Chi Le slowly speak, his voice possessing a captivating magnetism:
"Your Excellency misunderstands. There is no personal grudge between us."

"However, your life, sir, can make a vital contribution to a great and sacred cause. This is your honor."

"After the deed is done, the Marquis's name will surely be recorded in history, and he will be respected and admired by future generations."

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.
"Ha, that sounds so high-sounding."

He took a deep breath, the last trace of mockery in his eyes vanished, replaced by an icy killing intent.

"Alright, I'm not interested in playing with you anymore."

The moment the words fell, something strange happened!

“Crack! Crack!!!!”

A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds, like popping beans, emanated densely from Liang Jin's body!
His body began to expand and stretch rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The originally well-fitting black martial arts clothes could not withstand this terrifying power. They were torn apart by the bulging muscles and turned into countless strips of cloth that scattered and flew in all directions!
The boots beneath his feet burst open instantly, revealing his mutated feet.

This scene caused King Hunxiu's pupils to contract sharply, and he couldn't help but gasp:

"This is the 'Hundred Evils Body Technique'?"

Although King Hunxiu was arrogant, he still learned about Liang Jin's situation in detail before dealing with him. He knew that Liang Jin had once used this skill to fight against Monk Beihuan and King Tuxie.

King Hunxiu had also heard a lot about the "Hundred Evils Body Technique".

This is a unique Earth-level martial art in the Great Qian Kingdom. However, this martial art is ancient and had already disappeared during the Great Yu Dynasty, which predates the Great Qian Dynasty. It is said that the only copy has been collected by the Great Yu royal family.

However, this martial art has been completely lost after the fall of the Great Yu royal family.

Therefore, when this lost martial art reappeared in the martial arts world, people had already begun to collect relevant information.

However, King Hunxiu also learned that the "Hundred Evil Body Technique" seemed to have been learned by many experts in the Great Qian Dynasty overnight.

According to unconfirmed rumors, the Great Master of the Southern Taiping Dao of the Great Qian Dynasty also seems to know this martial art.

In addition, some people have also seen masters using this martial art in the eastern coastal areas.

Even recently, it was reported that a mysterious woman of unknown origin in the heart of the Great Qian Dynasty had also used this martial art.

A martial art that had been extinct suddenly seems to be known by many people overnight.

The Black Dragon Dynasty's spy network within the Great Qian Dynasty was naturally aware of this and had once suspected that some secret force or organization might have emerged in the Great Qian martial arts world.

Those black dragon spies tried to find the connection between these people who knew the "Hundred Evil Body Technique", but so far there is no evidence to prove that they are connected. In fact, these people are located in different parts of the country and have probably never met.

The Black Dragon Dynasty's intelligence network investigated for a long time, but ultimately found nothing and had to let the matter drop.

"Once we capture this kid, we can use torture to extract a confession and get the answer out of him!"

"Although the Yinxi Society members aren't very good, they have quite a few strange and ingenious skills that might come in handy."

Countless thoughts raced through Hunxiu Wang's mind in an instant, and his killing intent intensified.

As a top prince of the Black Dragon Dynasty, he had long coveted the vast and fertile land of the Great Qian Dynasty.

He would relentlessly pursue any intelligence that could affect the situation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

At this moment, Liang Jin's changes did not stop, but instead surged forward in a direction far beyond his expectations!
His height exceeded two zhang in the blink of an eye, but his physique was not simply bulky and enlarged. Instead, it presented a streamlined and powerfully slender and strong appearance!

The skin surface was quickly covered with an incredibly dense layer of black dragon scales with gold edges, shimmering with a metallic sheen!
His head was deformed, and his eyes were completely transformed into cold, golden vertical pupils, devoid of any human emotion.

Above its head, two ferocious and majestic forked horns pierced the void, curving towards the sky, just like the horns of a legendary dragon!
A powerful dragon tail, over ten feet long and covered with the same black and gold scales, suddenly lashed out from his tailbone. With a casual flick like a steel whip, a massive boulder weighing a thousand pounds beside him was pulverized like tofu, stirring up clouds of dust!
What is most terrifying are his arms.

The muscles bulged and bulged, the five fingers extended, and the nails became sharp and curved, gleaming with a dark light, completely transforming into a pair of indestructible and terrifying dragon claws!
In just a few breaths, Liang Jin transformed from a human martial artist into a prehistoric demon god who was two zhang tall, with horns standing upright, tail wagging, and sharp claws and teeth!

A terrifying aura, ten times stronger than before and filled with violence, destruction, and supreme majesty, erupted from him like a tangible tsunami, sweeping across all directions!
The rubble on the cliff top was lifted into the air by this force, and then crushed into dust by an invisible force!

"Roar--!!!"

A deep, inhuman roar, filled with boundless power and fury, came from Liang Jin's transformed throat, shaking the surrounding area. Even the cliffs on both sides of the canyon seemed to tremble slightly in the roar!

King Hunxiu stared dumbfounded at the monster before him, which was completely beyond his imagination. His previous composure and calculation were instantly replaced by immense horror.

He instinctively took a half step back, his voice trembling slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of:

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

"The Hundred Evils Body... How could the Hundred Evils Body possibly turn into this?!"

The most he knew about the Hundred Evil Bodies was that their size increased dramatically and their muscles became tangled. He had never seen such a demonic form before.
On the other side, Chile's smile froze completely for the first time, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

He was more perceptive than King Hunxiu, and from that overwhelming aura of ferocity, he discerned something more essential and terrifying!

"No! That's not right! This is more than just the 'Hundred Evils Body Technique'!"

Chile gasped in shock, his eyes filled with horror:

"His body... is fused with 'divine blood'! Moreover... this aura... is violently fiery, yet carries a ghostly stillness... and it's not just one kind?!"

"How is this possible! How can a mortal body simultaneously contain two different divine bloodlines without being torn apart by their conflicting forces?!"

(End of this chapter)