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

Chapter 310 "The True Form of the Taotie"! You all call me the Demon Lord.

As soon as Chen Zhan finished speaking, his figure had completely disappeared from the spot.

In the night sky, countless crackling sounds suddenly rang out, the sound of the air in front of him being crushed with each step he took.

The red and black qi and blood, accompanied by sonic booms, echoed through the mountains and forests like thunder.

Chen Zhan held back, unleashing his full power. The air currents he created as he moved were as sharp as a knife, slicing trees in half and sending branches and leaves flying.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhan had already pounced on Wang An.

The tiger's paw, brimming with thick, reddish-black blood and energy, slammed into Wang An's face with a force capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.

Wang An's expression changed drastically. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately activated the three-zhang field.

The space jolted again, and his figure instantly shifted more than two zhang away, narrowly avoiding the tiger's paw.

But as soon as he landed and before he could even stand still, a red figure suddenly appeared in front of him like a shadow.

Chen Zhan, with his supersonic speed, managed to catch up with his spatial teleportation!
"impossible!"

Wang Anxin was shocked. Without time to think, he could only activate his true intent again. The bridge between heaven and earth connected the field, and with a sudden change in space, his figure moved to the other side.

But this time, Chen Zhan was even faster!
He didn't need to predict the direction Wang An moved; he simply crushed him with absolute speed. Once his body broke the sound barrier, he could sweep across several meters in an instant.

Ignoring the slight distortion of the spatial field, Wang An had just completed his second teleportation and was not yet completely free from the sluggish feeling of spatial disorientation.

Chen Zhan had already changed direction, and the thick, crimson tiger tail behind him swept out like a steel whip with a whistling sound!

"Snapped--!!!"

The tiger's tail struck precisely where Wang Angang had just appeared, with terrifying force.

Wang An felt an overwhelming force strike his waist, causing his bones to crack. The protective barrier formed by his Fiery True Qi shattered instantly, as fragile as paper.

My back, which is over ninety years old, has never been hit like this before; it was almost cut in half.

Before he could even scream, the force of the tiger's tail sent him flying into the air, crashing into the distant forest. With a loud thud, he burst out of the jungle and slammed heavily onto the rocky beach below, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained the rubble red.

A searing pain shot through his waist, causing his whole body to spasm.

This was the first time since he entered the Profound Realm that he had felt such a real life-or-death crisis!
Chen Zhan's speed and power have exceeded all his understanding. His half-human, half-tiger form is simply born for killing. His spatial teleportation is fast enough, but it is only within a radius of three zhang.

Chen Zhan has now also realized this and has been trying to find the pattern of his movement. Moreover, Chen Zhan can make countless mistakes in this state, but he cannot.

That one time almost cost me my life.

Wang An looked up at the edge of the jungle, where a figure with red and black blood was slowly walking out.

Its tiger eyes were icy cold, its tail swayed slightly, and each step caused the ground to tremble slightly, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression.

"This isn't a tiger, it's a Taotie!"

"The True Form of the Taotie! Who exactly are you? You have mastered two of the six superior martial arts techniques of the Demonic Sect. Even Dongfang Bubai couldn't do that back then!"

Wang Anxin wanted to retreat, but he knew he couldn't flee in panic, because no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up with the monster in front of him.

Chen Zhan walked a few meters away from Wang An, stared at him with his vertical pupils, and smiled, "The Grand Eunuch seems to have lost his composure from just now, but I am not as talkative as you."

"Slap! Slap!"

With two loud bangs, Chen Zhan arrived in front of Wang An again. Wang An's profound power, which connects the bridge between heaven and earth, can quickly restore true energy and injuries.

Therefore, he did not give the other party a chance.

A punch was thrown out, a tiger-shaped chopping force.

This time, the Tiger Form Fist has become a true tiger form, a divine tiger descending to earth, half-human and half-beast.

It is even one of the four ferocious beasts, more ferocious than the mountain tiger.

梼杌!

Tiger claws, dog fur, bear back, human face, long tail.

Stubborn and unyielding, it is considered one of the four ferocious beasts.

Wang An still had a lot of true energy at this time. Although he was injured, he was not completely powerless to fight back. He unleashed a burst of blazing true energy in an attempt to resist Chen Zhan's Tiger-Style Chopping Force.

"Kakaka!"

The tiger's claw struck the true energy, and the true energy shattered like broken glass, breaking into pieces.

Wang An had sensed the danger in advance and moved away, frantically fleeing within a three-zhang (approximately 10 meters) area.

"Master Supervisor, we need to hurry."

Chen Zhan's words were seemingly casual and sarcastic, but he had no intention of playing cat and mouse; he was determined to kill the other party and spared no effort!

The chase through the woods had turned into a one-sided crushing defeat.

Although Wang An's spatial teleportation was fast, it was tightly confined to a three-zhang field, and each flash was like dancing on the tip of a knife.

Anything that Chen Zhan hit even slightly resulted in large amounts of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Chen Zhan's Taotie true form was like an indestructible war chariot, rampaging and crashing through everything in its path, snapping trees in half, shattering rocks, and causing the ground to collapse.

They plowed out a furrow ten feet wide, turning all the vegetation along the way to dust.

Before we knew it, we had approached the foot of the mountain.

Wang An's face grew increasingly pale, and the injury to his waist worsened with each movement. His broken ribs felt as if they were about to pierce his internal organs, and each activation of his energy field brought excruciating pain, making the flow of his true energy extremely sluggish. The Qi Bridge of the Transcendent Realm, normally capable of quickly absorbing spiritual energy to replenish his true energy, was instead met with relentless attacks from Chen Zhan—tiger claws, tiger tail, and iron fists—leaving him no chance to even catch his breath, let alone calmly recover.

He had only one thought in his mind: escape!
While Chen Zhan was shattering his true energy, he had already crushed the signal flare of the Eastern Depot, and the dark red fireworks exploded in the night sky.

As long as the Eastern Depot's forces arrive, even if it costs hundreds or thousands of lives, they can buy him a moment to catch his breath, at which point he can take the opportunity to escape.

"Almost there... just a little longer!"

Wang An gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and for what seemed like the umpteenth time, activated spatial teleportation, his figure suddenly appearing beside a boulder five meters away.

As soon as they got a foothold, they heard a jumble of footsteps coming from the foot of the mountain. The firelight flickered, and a dense mass of figures was rushing toward them.

The agents from the Eastern Depot have arrived!
A sliver of hope had just begun to rise in my mind.
Wang An felt a weight on his ankle, and a brute force locked his ankle tightly, as if he were being held in the claws of an ancient ferocious beast, unable to move!
He looked down sharply and saw a tiger's paw covered in red and black dog fur clinging tightly to his ankle. The claw tip had dug into his flesh, and red and black blood was flowing into the wound, burning his meridians with excruciating pain.

Chen Zhan's figure slowly emerged from the shadows. The Taotie's true form was fully stretched out, its body over ten feet long, resembling a bear or tiger, with a ferocious human face and fangs. Its long tail swept across the ground, raising a string of sparks.

His tiger-like eyes were icy cold, and his voice was deep and ferocious: "Got you, Supervisor."

Wang An was filled with shock and rage. He frantically channeled his true energy to try and break free. The blazing true energy erupted from his ankle, burning Chen Zhan's tiger claws with a hissing sound.

But it had no effect; only upon closer inspection did I realize that it was useless.

The intense flames couldn't penetrate the red membrane covered by blood and qi on the beast's claws.

"I can give you everything I know, everything about the Demonic Sect—its cultivation techniques, elixirs, secrets! Yes, even the whereabouts of the first Demon Lord!"

This time, Wang An felt the breath of death approaching.

"Oh? But I'm not interested in any of these," Chen Zhan murmured.

"You want to sit in that position? I can help you, how about it? I'm a eunuch, I'm no threat to you, but I can help you suppress the court and the martial arts world, so you can rest assured and be the emperor!"

Wang An's mind raced, trying to find a reason that Chen Zhan couldn't refuse.

Chen Zhan sneered, and before he could finish speaking, he grabbed his ankle and exerted force!

Wang An, who weighed 300 pounds, was lifted up as easily as a chick by him. He swung Wang An's body and slammed it hard to the ground!
"Oh!"

With the first loud bang, the ground collapsed, creating a crater half a meter deep. Wang An's bones made a piercing cracking sound, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the dust red.

"Oh!"

With a second thud, he was swung up and smashed into a nearby boulder. The boulder shattered with a deafening crash, Wang An's python robe was completely torn to shreds, his body was covered in blood and gore, and his consciousness began to fade.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...

Chen Zhan remained expressionless, using only 30% of his vital energy with each swing, otherwise he would have crushed them to dust instantly.

The crimson and black blood energy enveloped Wang An's body, smashing rocks and cracking the ground. The dull thud echoed at the foot of the mountain, terrifying the Eastern Depot agents who rushed over, who all stopped and dared not approach.

What they saw was a ferocious ancient beast, wantonly ravaging the once invincible Nine Thousand Years Old.

"The sixth time!"

Chen Zhan flicked his wrist, and Wang An's body was flung into the air like a rag doll before crashing down heavily, his spine making a sickening cracking sound.

"Seventh time!"

With one last swing, Chen Zhan slammed Wang An's body hard onto the ground, his foot pressing down on Wang An's chest, and exerted tremendous force!

There was a "click".

Wang An's chest collapsed completely, and he coughed up his last mouthful of black blood. His eyes were wide open, and he was still speaking.

Chen Zhan leaned closer and said, "What did the Grand Eunuch say? I couldn't hear you."

Blood and his voice gushed from Wang An's mouth simultaneously: "Who exactly are you?"

Chen Zhan laughed and said, "Perhaps I am the Holy Lord of Xuan Yang, or you all call me the Demon Lord."

Wang An looked on incredulously, unable to utter a single word, before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

His body was a bloody mess, but his head was intact.

Chen Zhan had specifically protected his head, and it was still useful.

Looking up, I saw that a group of agents from the Eastern Depot had already surrounded me a few meters away.

But these people looked at each other, their knives and spears trembling, and no one dared to take a step forward.

They had never seen such a scene before. Although the Ming Dynasty was open-minded and had no literary inquisitions, and all sorts of supernatural stories were created by literati, no one had ever seen them in reality.
The ferocious Taotie, over ten feet tall, slowly turned around, carrying the corpse of its nine-thousand-year-old master. Its tiger-like eyes swept over, filled with chilling killing intent.

"You're late."

The ferocious beast actually made a human voice, startling the Eastern Depot agents who took two steps back.

"You...you, release the Supervisor!"

Someone dared to speak up, and Chen Zhan immediately glanced at them with his vertical pupils, "Alright."

With a casual flick of his wrist, Tiger Claw tossed Wang An's body into the air. Several agents from the Eastern Depot caught it and found it to be a headless, rotting corpse. The python robe on its body was crushed into the flesh, and there wasn't a single intact bone on the body.

When they turned back, the ferocious beast was gone.
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P.S.: There's more.

(End of this chapter)