Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 302 Black Liquid
Master Fang Sheng nodded slightly, his voice aged yet resonant, like a great bell, echoing throughout the entire square: "Foolish child, a hundred years have passed, yet you still could not preserve this tranquility."

Though his eyes were closed, he seemed to see through everything; his gaze seemed to pierce through the demonic armor of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King, reaching straight to his very heart.
"The demonic flames are raging, harming the innocent. Benefactor, turn back before it's too late."

"Amitabha--"

A Buddhist chant slowly rose, ancient and melodious, carrying the感慨 of traversing a hundred years, and also concealing a trace of loneliness that was beyond one's control.

Master Fang Sheng clasped his hands together, his monk's robes fluttering even without wind, and his warm aura grew stronger, exuding an awe-inspiring righteousness that could not be violated.

He seemed to be lamenting that after years of seclusion, he had long since become indifferent to worldly affairs, but now he was forced to reveal himself and take action, filled with helplessness.

Chen Zhan and Han Tiange hid in a corner. Han Tiange was also very surprised. She knew Fang Sheng. He was a well-known master in the martial arts world a hundred years ago.

Fang Sheng would definitely have been among the top ten martial arts masters a hundred years ago.

But unexpectedly, Fang Sheng had already achieved the Tongxuan level.

"I never expected that Guangyuan Temple would have a master of profound knowledge. No wonder they dared to set a trap for the Holy Sect," Han Tiange remarked.

Chen Zhan smiled and did not refute her, but simply looked into the arena.

"Hahahaha..." The Soul Slaughtering Dharma King let out a piercing laugh, and the black and red demonic armor swirled wildly.

"To live for a hundred years is nothing but a feeble existence! That old bald monk Fang Zheng has long since turned to dust. Today, I'll send you down to join him!"

Before he finished speaking, he didn't waste any more words and suddenly moved!
His body was engulfed in demonic flames that surged several feet, and his black and red demonic armor trembled violently like flowing water, every inch of the armor gleaming with a bloodthirsty luster.

A distance of a hundred feet seemed to shrink to an inch under his extreme speed, covering the distance in an instant.

The howling wind it generated carried a strong stench of blood, causing everyone present to instinctively turn away. Those who hesitated even slightly were stung by the gust of wind on their cheeks.

His figure was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye; all that could be seen was a streak of red and black lightning heading straight for Master Fang Sheng. The sharp claws tore through the air, making a sharp whooshing sound, and aimed directly at the vital spot between Fang Sheng's eyebrows!
Faced with such a rapid offensive, Master Fang Sheng kept his eyes closed and remained calm and composed.

He kept his hands clasped together, and his inner energy suddenly surged forth, golden light emanating from under his monk's robe, as dazzling as a great sun.

Golden true energy gathered to form a solid barrier, protecting him completely.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted!

The crimson and black demonic claws clashed violently with the golden barrier of true energy. The two completely different forces intertwined, collided, and exploded instantly, and the shockwaves swept outwards like a tsunami.

The blue and white bricks on the square shattered with a crash, turning into dust that flew everywhere. The ground was violently shaken open, creating cracks several meters wide that stretched into the distance.

The martial arts practitioners and Buddhist disciples who had not yet evacuated were thrown several meters away by the shockwave, spitting blood as they fell to the ground.

Shen Tong and Wei Chao hurriedly activated their internal energy to protect themselves, but they were still shaken and forced to retreat repeatedly, their faces turning pale.

Han Tiange tightened his grip on Chen Zhan's sleeve, and the two of them touched the ground with their toes, using the force of the air blast to float backward for more than ten feet before landing steadily.

Han Tiange looked up and saw Chen Zhan staring intently at Fang Sheng.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the two figures each flew backward dozens of steps before finally regaining their footing.

As soon as the dust settled, Han Tiange followed Chen Zhan's gaze and saw that Fang Sheng's body was surrounded by golden true energy flowing with mantras, radiating light and color, like a highly enlightened monk.

But she inadvertently saw a stream of extremely thick black liquid flowing out from Fang Sheng's tightly closed eyes, merging with the golden true energy.

As Fang Sheng's golden true energy surged, the golden true energy that had been somewhat shaken by the impact immediately stabilized, and his aura also surged.

Han Tiange blinked, thinking she had misread it.

But there was no time to ask.

The moment the Soul-Slaying Dharma King landed, the airflow on his black and red demonic armor became turbulent, but he ignored it completely. He stomped his feet on the ground, sending shards of stone flying, and his figure pounced again like a cannonball.

This time, instead of aiming for vital points, he caused his left arm armor to swell by three inches, transforming into a black and red claw that swept across Fang Sheng's waist and abdomen.

At the same time, his right leg bent at the knee, and the knee covered by the demonic armor pressed against the opponent's heart like an anvil, each move a ruthless approach aimed at mutual destruction.

Among the onlookers, some experts noticed that the Soul-Slaying Dharma King was becoming increasingly adept at controlling the demonic armor.

The demonic armor offers unparalleled defense and significantly enhances strength. Initially, it was used to infinitely amplify physical strength for combat, but now it has begun to control the demonic armor, transforming the black and red aura around the user into weapons with a wave of the hand.

Fang Sheng did not lift his eyelids, and his clasped hands suddenly separated.

His left hand formed a claw with five fingers, golden true energy condensed but not released, and he actually grabbed at the sharp claw, his fingertips precisely gripping the gap in the Soul Slaughtering Dharma King's claw, that gap being the weak point in the demonic armor.

His right elbow bent and sank down, the true energy at the tip of his elbow condensing into a cone, and he rammed it head-on into the oncoming knee without any intention of dodging.

"Crack!"

The sounds of metal rubbing and bones colliding rang out simultaneously.

The Soul-Slaying Dharma King felt a sharp pain in his wrist bone as true energy invaded the gaps in his demonic armor, causing his meridians to burn.

The Profound Realm is a leap in the level of life, where internal energy is transformed into true qi, nourishing the physical body and the spirit, thus extending lifespan by sixty years, and lifespan can reach three sixty years.

Although he forcibly activated the Dragon-Snake Demon Armor through his cultivation techniques and the power of the relic, gaining power no less than that of the Profound Realm, his internal energy was still no match for the Profound True Qi.

Fang Sheng used the momentum to spin around, his left arm wrapping around the opponent's arm, while his right palm struck the Soul-Slaying Dharma King's neck with a fierce blow. The palm wind carried golden true energy, but it showed no mercy; instead, it was filled with a chilling coldness.

The Soul-Slaying Dharma King's gaze sharpened, and he frantically activated the relic, causing demonic flames to surge forth on his demonic armor! "Boom!"

They wanted to force Fang Sheng's arm off his arm.

The two were very close when Fang Sheng suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a thick black liquid suddenly flowed out, merging into the golden true energy in his hand.

"Tear~!"

The demonic armor on the arm of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King was torn apart, and a large chunk of flesh was ripped off his body.

"what!!!"

The Soul-Slaying Dharma King, in pain, roared and unleashed a torrent of demonic flames around him: "Get out of my way!"

He forcefully broke free of his restraints and retreated rapidly. At the same time, he flicked his right hand, and his black and red internal energy transformed into three demonic needles, which pierced Fang Sheng's eyes and brow.

Fang Sheng followed quickly, completely ignoring the three magic needles that pierced his body without causing any reaction.

"Even self-immolation won't help; you're dead!"

During Fang Sheng's pursuit, his killing intent was fully revealed, and even some demonic energy was scattered, but the Soul-Slaying Dharma King did not notice at all, because he had already decided to retreat.

He himself only possessed the strength of the middle stage of the Innate Realm, and even if he activated the Demon Armor, it would be impossible for him to cross several realms to kill enemies.

And most importantly, the use of relics is not without limits!

The internal organs of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King were being burned by the power of the Dragon-Snake Demon Armor, and alarms had already been sounded.

Fang Sheng had already closed in on him, his right hand forming a fist as if grasping a demon-subduing pestle, the force of his fist as fierce as a hammer, aimed straight at the chest of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King.

The large chunks of flesh that had just been torn off the Soul-Slaying Dharma King have been repaired by the power of the relic.

It's almost like a severed limb regenerating.

Even with his eyes closed, Monk Fang Sheng could sense it. A hint of greed flashed across his face. Before his fist even arrived, the golden true energy exploded first, and the black liquid swirled around his fist, actually etching a small spot into the demonic armor.

"You! You are not a Buddhist!"

He saw the Soul Slaughter clearly this time, and the black liquid contained could not possibly be Buddhist true energy. He had never even seen it before. It was even more evil and bizarre than the Holy Sect's techniques!
But it was too late!

"Pfft~!"

With a single punch, the Soul-Slaying Dharma King coughed up blood, but Fang Sheng's hand did not stop, moving down from his chest.

"hiss!"

Tearing a large section of the demonic armor across his chest, all the way down to his abdomen!
Fang Sheng's five fingers penetrated deep into the body of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King, leaving five bloody marks from top to bottom, from his chest to his abdomen!
The Soul-Slaying Dharma King trembled violently, five deep bloodstains revealing bone, his black and red internal energy surging wildly, and the power of the relic within his body was pushed to its limit.

Crimson light flowed beneath the demonic armor, the damaged armor healing at a visible speed, the abdominal wound rapidly closing under the nourishment of the blood energy, and even the torn flesh wriggling and regenerating.

Monk Fang Sheng also saw him frantically healing and unleashing his violent inner force, yet he remained motionless. The black liquid in his palm swirled and spread like a living thing, seeping into the Soul-Slaying Dharma King's body through his wounds.

This black liquid seemed to specifically counteract the power of the relic; wherever it passed, the crimson light instantly dimmed, and the healing momentum of the demonic armor abruptly halted.

Fang Sheng's lips curled into a cold smile. Without dodging or avoiding, he pressed down on the head of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King with his left hand, while his right hand, with its five fingers like steel claws, suddenly plunged into the wound in the man's abdomen!

"Your goal... is the relic!" The Soul-Slaying Dharma King finally realized, his eyes filled with horror and resentment.

"Pfft-"

The shrill sound of flesh tearing was deafening. Fang Sheng's five fingers pierced directly through the abdominal cavity, ignoring the obstruction of internal organs, and precisely grasped the pulsating blood-red bead inside the Soul-Slaying Dharma King's body. It was the Buddha's Essence Relic, which had been activated and absorbed the internal energy of hundreds of people!

"Give me back my relics—!"

The Soul-Slaying Dharma King let out a shrill scream as his power was instantly drained. His demonic armor lost its support, and the black and red aura receded like a tide, revealing his pale and distorted face.

Fang Sheng's eyes flashed with anger. He suddenly pressed down on the other person with his left hand, while his right knee slammed into the chest of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King. Then, he twisted his waist and suddenly pulled out his right hand!

"Oh!"

Amidst a shower of blood, Fang Sheng, his five fingers clutching a blurry mass of organs and the blood-red relic, kicked the Soul-Slaying Dharma King away.

The latter flew across the square like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the broken palace wall. The sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard. Blood gushed from the holes all over his body, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind. He could no longer stand up.

Fang Sheng stood there, his palms dripping with blood. The relic was burning hot in his hand, and the blood-red relic was constantly flowing with a rich blood aura.

He closed his eyes, his face revealing undisguised greed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

A continuous stream of blood and internal energy flowed into Fang Sheng's body through his fingertips, causing the golden light and black energy around his body to intertwine even more intensely.

The square was deathly silent; everyone was stunned by the bloody and brutal scene.

A Buddhist monk ripped open a woman's stomach to steal a treasure, his actions even more ruthless than those of a demonic sect. This scene completely overturned everyone's understanding of Buddhism.

As Fang Sheng absorbed the power of the relic, the energy around him became increasingly violent, with golden light and black energy swirling and intertwining, showing signs of spiraling out of control.

He looked down at the relic in his palm, his voice hoarse but satisfied:
"After a century of waiting, my wish has finally come true..."

(End of this chapter)