The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

The old monk clasped his hands together above his head.

A knife was embedded in his face, making his expression incredibly complex.

There was surprise, astonishment, and a hint of disbelief and dissatisfaction.

He had never failed to catch a blade barehanded before, but this time he actually failed to catch the opponent's knife?

The blade pierced deep into the bone, but was blocked by the old monk's hard skull.

puff.

The sound of air leaking from the skin rang out.

With a whoosh, a dark shadow darted out from the old monk's skin and instantly transformed into a fox that was almost ten feet tall.

Zhou Heng retrieved the Dragon Sparrow Blade from the pile of human skins and stared expressionlessly at the old fox in front of him.

The fox had grayish-white fur and stared down at Zhou Heng with scarlet eyes.

It was enormous, its head almost touching the roof of the meditation room.

I wonder how someone with such a large body managed to squeeze into that old monk's painted skin.

Zhou Heng was filled with curiosity, but his actions were anything but slow.

He glides forward, slashing diagonally with his blade.

The fox demon's face contorted with human-like rage. With a roar, it swung its sharp claws at Zhou Heng, as if ten beams of light had appeared in the air.

His carefully cultivated public image, built up over decades, has collapsed just like that. This person deserves to die!

Despite its large size, it moves very quickly and is proficient in martial arts.

A look of surprise flashed across Zhou Heng's face.

Zhou Heng had noticed something different about the old fox when it caught the blade with its bare hands, and now he was right.

The monsters Zhou Heng had encountered before relied almost entirely on their powerful physiques and instincts to fight.

Even that black dragon only threw wild, unorthodox punches.

But this old fox's moves were strictly disciplined, clearly legitimate martial arts.

Zhou Heng became interested and used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to instantly leave the meditation room and enter the courtyard.

The old fox let out a sharp screech and kept its feet tightly shut.

Its arms flailing wildly, its long fingernails like sharp blades, each move faster than the last.

Zhou Heng's footwork was like a fallen leaf, swaying back and forth in the wind from the fox demon's ferocious attacks.

Swish!

The fox demon's claws touched the hem of Zhou Heng's clothes.

The yellow-tier robe flashed slightly.

As if metal were clashing, a look of astonishment flashed across the fox demon's face.

Vestments!

Damn it, where did this young hero come from?!

You're all dressed in your religious robes, and you still come here to beg for money?

The fox demon's eyes flashed, and it grabbed at everything in a flurry before turning and running away!

It had been thinking of killing Zhou Heng to vent its anger, but after seeing Zhou Heng wearing the robes of a monk, it changed its mind.

Those who can afford to wear the robes of a monk are definitely not ordinary people.

They either come from a good family or are strong themselves; in any case, they are not easy to mess with.

It wouldn't be foolish enough to risk its life.

Whoosh!

The fox demon leaped onto the wall, ready to escape the temple.

It was very fast, but there was someone who was faster than it.

With Zhou Heng becoming a seventh-rank martial artist, the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) was no longer sufficient.

He hadn't been able to completely dodge the fox demon's attack just now. If he hadn't been wearing a yellow-rank magic robe, he probably would have been running around naked.

Despite this, driven by his abundant blood and energy, Lingbo Weibu still unleashed a formidable speed.

Zhou Heng slid down and appeared beneath the fox demon's body, then fiercely thrust the Dragon Sparrow Blade upwards.

The fox demon let out a shriek, its voice a mixture of shock, anger, and shame.

It had never seen such a shameless person attack its territory!

The fox demon was skilled in martial arts. She used her waist to spin half a circle in mid-air, turning herself upside down.

Two claws reached for the blade that was attacking from below.

"This is outrageous! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

The fox demon's face contorted in a ferocious expression.

It originally intended to settle things peacefully, with everyone taking a step back and that would be the end of it.

After all, someone so young can afford to wear a robe, so there's probably an old guy behind him. It doesn't want to kill the young one and provoke the old one.

But this kid doesn't know when to back down and is pushing people too far!

Then you can't blame it!

Its ten fingernails have been tempered for many years, and can be controlled at will. Their hardness and sharpness are no less than those of ordinary divine weapons.

Moreover, it sought out renowned masters and specifically learned fist and knife techniques!

In a flash, the fox demon grabbed the blade with her right hand, while her left hand circled around the blade and grabbed directly at the handsome face that had been raised.

Ding-dong.

As the sound of metal clashing rang out.

A piercing pain surged into the fox demon's heart.

Its left claw was only inches away from Zhou Heng's face, but it couldn't bring itself down.

The fox demon looked down, somewhat bewildered.

Its prized finger sword had been severed cleanly at the root, and the long blade had pierced its chest, lifting its body into the air.

boom--

The fox demon was kicked into the sky by Zhou Heng, and then slammed heavily to the ground.

It felt like all the bones in its body were falling apart.

The force of that kick was so great that it shattered its demonic power and destroyed its internal organs.

A hint of sadness flashed in the fox demon's eyes.

The opponent's skills were mediocre at best, far inferior to mine.

But the opponent was incredibly strong, and the knife in his hand was extremely sharp.

He lost to a brute.

As the fox demon thought to itself, it saw Zhou Heng walk up to it, stepping on its chest like a vengeful ghost, and raising his long sword with both hands.

puff!

The long sword fell, instantly piercing through the fox demon's body.

The fox demon struggled in vain for a moment, and the light in its eyes gradually faded.

It suddenly remembered the scene of it hunting in the mountains when it was a child, and its figure running under the setting sun.

I wish I could go back to when I was a child.

The fox demon's arm fell limp, completely lifeless.

"Under the blade—"

A slender figure appeared at the courtyard gate, her arm still outstretched, but the words she was about to say were swallowed back.

Xue Zhiwei came to Zhou Heng's side, glanced at the fox demon who was dead beyond any doubt, and couldn't help but put her hand to her forehead.

"Really, can't you leave one alive?"

Xue Zhiwei said with a hint of helplessness.

Who was it that said we shouldn't act rashly if we discover anything?

"Its strength is too great, I can't stop myself."

Zhou Heng said calmly.

Xue Zhiwei rolled her eyes, her expression charming.

Did she not see it?

This fox demon was clearly already severely injured.

Well, martial artists are full of youthful vigor, and Zhou Heng practices body-tempering martial arts, making his fighting style even wilder than that of ordinary martial artists...

Xue Zhiwei thought to herself, "One reckless guy is enough for the team, why is Zhou Heng also developing in that direction?"

so tired.

There were no survivors, and the trail went cold.

"I acted quickly; it shouldn't have had time to hide the evidence."

Zhou Heng said calmly, "Searching it might lead us to clues about its collusion with the Dajiang Gang."

The Dajiang Gang donated a large sum of money to the Wofo Temple, but the abbot of the Wofo Temple was a fox demon. This could not be a coincidence.

He hadn't finished speaking.

The sounds of commotion and shouting came from ahead.

"You audacious demon! Chen Zhaowu, the Demon-Slaying Captain of the Guardian Division, is here! Where do you think you're going?!"

Chen Zhaowu's shout followed immediately.

Just as Xue Zhiwei was about to say something, she saw Zhou Heng's figure, carrying a knife, disappear at the courtyard gate.