I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 220: The Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Bodhisattva Suppresses the Demon

In Han Zheng's eyes, Yuwen Xizhen was nothing but a fool, both evil and stupid.

He had willingly consorted with the Poisonous Flood Dragon Demon Lord to profit in a time when other powers of the Martial World suffered heavy losses; although evil, he at least managed to harm others for his own gain.

But afterward, he chose to drink from the Eternal Youth Spring to gain strength, which was simply foolish behavior.

Zhao Rongye had drunk from the Eternal Youth Spring due to severe injuries, in the hopes of extending his life.

Whereas Yuwen Xizhen did so purely to become stronger.

The problem now was that he had turned himself into something neither human nor ghost, blocking his own path to ascension, and it was doubtful he was much stronger for it.

Although drinking this substance meant he did not need to practice bitterly, it was tantamount to completely ruining his own Martial Arts practice with no chance for further advancement.

It could be said that as long as Han Zheng didn't discover it, Yuwen Xizhen might have been able to live on the power of the Eternal Youth Spring forever, even outliving the life span limit of the Xuan Gang Realm.

But that was it.

Anyway, for Han Zheng, rather than living as something neither human nor ghost, he might as well be dead.

It was clear that Yuwen Xizhen also had regrets, lamenting his decision to drink from the Eternal Youth Spring.

That thing was poison; drink it once, and you're bound to keep drinking.

Moreover, consuming it for a long period would cause one's body to mutate.

Zhao Rongye drank less, merely enough to maintain his life, thus he only had that eerie, corrupt power without physical mutation.

At this moment, Yuwen Xizhen's defenses were shattered by Han Zheng's words, and his power erupted to the extreme, his figure lunging at Han Zheng like a giant spider.

At the same time, the eerie, corrupt black aura around him spread like a vast black net, pressing down on Han Zheng.

Han Zheng, with a single hand, grasped the air above, and a giant hand formed of Gang Qi appeared, seizing Yuwen Xizhen's entire body in its grip.

Having unleashed Moving Mountain, Han Zheng was about to crush Yuwen Xizhen when he discovered that Moving Mountain couldn't strip away Yuwen Xizhen's life force or Gang Qi!

It wasn't that Moving Mountain was ineffective, but that Yuwen Xizhen's body didn't have any Gang Qi at all, nor a single drop of life force—how could Moving Mountain strip anything?

Strictly speaking, Yuwen Xizhen wasn't even 'human' anymore.

With a cold laugh, Yuwen Xizhen's six arms simultaneously exerted force, tearing the Moving Mountain giant hand apart like a meat grinder.

At the same time, the black net hit the ground, burrowing deep and tearing the earth apart within a radius of tens of feet.

Han Zheng immediately felt surrounded by that eerie, corrupt aura, and even as he tried to gather his Gang Qi, it was eroded and suppressed.

Wrapped in the black, corrupt power, Yuwen Xizhen's six arms, resembling six black spears, thrust directly at Han Zheng!

Han Zheng clenched his hand into a seal, and in an instant, a dazzling and majestic Buddha Light blossomed behind him.

Accompanied by a dragon's roar, the Buddha Light transformed into the view of the Great Mighty Dragon Bodhisattva, materializing behind Han Zheng.

Blinding golden Buddha Light surrounded the dignified Dharma Manifestation of the Bodhisattva, with nine dragons coiled behind it, carrying the authority of the Great Mighty Dragon, solemn and commanding, suppressing demons across all realms!

As Han Zheng pressed down with the seal, the Great Mighty Dragon Bodhisattva descended abruptly, with the Nine Dragons Demon Suppression and the chant of Buddhist sutras intermingling with dragon roars echoing between heaven and earth.

The black spears formed by Yuwen Xizhen's six arms were all crushed and torn apart by the strength of the Great Mighty Dragon.

Even his six arms were bent by that vast and imposing force.

Despite his body being nearly impervious to blades and spears, he could not withstand such a level of pure power.

A look of shock appeared on Yuwen Xizhen's face.

How could Han Zheng's strength be so formidable?

He had always believed that the power he possessed was the Ancient Divine Power, beyond what ordinary Martial Artists could reach.

Yet Han Zheng had slapped Yuwen Xizhen with a resounding and brutal reality check.

Drinking from the Eternal Youth Spring, he had transformed himself into something neither human nor ghost, severing his own path to Martial Arts and even sacrificing the entire Yuwen Family. Now to be suppressed by a junior Martial Artist was unbearable.

Yuwen Xizhen roared furiously. His six slender arms twisted wildly, like six thick tentacles burrowing into the ground.

In an instant, a violent black power surged around Yuwen Xizhen's body—a dark, corrupt, and chillingly evil force.

This power poured into the ground, and Han Zheng's figure suddenly retreated rapidly backward.

He could clearly feel a terrifying force gathering beneath him, as if he stood atop a volcano poised to erupt.

At that moment, an endless black power burst forth, a column of black light shooting straight into the sky and spreading to the surroundings.

Han Zheng was fast, but that evil and corrupt power spread even faster, threatening to engulf him in the blink of an eye.

With a punch, the Ancient Ape Demon Illusion appeared behind Han Zheng, the Earth Splitting roar shaking the heavens!

Under the Ape Demon Nine Transformations, an Earth Splitting Fist blasted a huge hole through the column of black light, and even Yuwen Xizhen, who was behind the column, was blown away.

The next moment, Han Zheng didn't retreat but advanced, accompanied by a thunderous roar. He charged straight through the big hole in the black column to confront Yuwen Xizhen.

With a slash, Yuwen Xizhen could only raise his slightly twisted arms to block hard.

His body had undergone some sinister mutation, able to resist a Mystical Weapon without any pressure.

With a metallic crash, Yuwen Xizhen sneered as the column of light behind him suddenly covered in his direction.

But Han Zheng showed no hint of dodging. His eyes turned pitch-black in an instant, and he unleashed the Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form, instantly shaking Yuwen Xizhen's spirit.

Yuwen Xizhen had colluded with Demons and murdered Liao Hongsheng. Whether it was past events or current ones, any one of them was enough for Yuwen Xizhen to deserve death ten thousand times over.

He had certainly contemplated the consequences of these sins sufficient to annihilate his Yuwen family, but he hid his fear deep within himself. Now, however, it was triggered by the Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form, causing him a momentary lapse.

The next moment, Han Zheng's palm had already struck his chest, with the power of the Shocking God Needle exploding inside Yuwen Xizhen.

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Gang Qi erupted, but it only blasted Yuwen Xizhen backward, not causing enough damage.

Yuwen Xizhen was about to sneer and say that Han Zheng's Gang Qi couldn't affect him in the slightest.

But the very next moment, Yuwen Xizhen's expression drastically changed.

A deep, soul-piercing agony suddenly struck, so severe that he lost control of his power, and the corrupt and evil force in the black light behind him dissipated wildly.

"Why does it hurt so much?! Why?!"

Yuwen Xizhen clutched his head, his face full of disbelief.

Ever since consuming the Eternal Youth Spring, Yuwen Xizhen had found that his 'human' sensations were fading away.

He had been in his prime at the time but found no more desire for women, and then he didn't want to eat anything but drink from the Eternal Youth Spring.

Then his body started mutating, his vitality gradually vanishing, yet his flesh became stronger, impervious to sword and spear, but he lost the sense of pain.

But now he was experiencing pain he hadn't felt in decades—that deep, soul-piercing agony!

Yuwen Xizhen could feel that force roaming inside him. He tried to expel it but found that he couldn't.

The power of the Shocking God Needle could only be dispelled by sacrificing some vitality and driving it out of the body.

But the problem was that Yuwen Xizhen didn't have a drop of vitality left in him, so how could he expel the power of the Shocking God Needle?

Before Yuwen Xizhen could respond, Han Zheng attacked again with his sword.

Countless sword shadows fell like a luminous net, completely enveloping Yuwen Xizhen.

Yuwen Xizhen, enduring the intense pain, raised his six arms to block, but one of his arms was suddenly severed amid the clanging explosions.

At least ninety percent of those sword shadows had struck the same spot on that arm, demonstrating Han Zheng's powerful control over his Sword Skill.

If a single slash couldn't sever him, then a hundred slashes, a thousand slashes, would eventually do the job.