Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 171 - 111: Demon Lord

His figure almost entirely transformed into a blood shadow, racing in the rain.

The rain summoned by Fan Wubing was unable to hinder him in the slightest.

"Boy, prepare to die!" The eerie and terrifying voice contained a certain intimidation that caused Fan Wubing's steps to falter momentarily.

It was precisely this moment that broke the balance of the pursuit.

He Chen, holding the blood-colored long sword, plummeted down like a meteor in front of Fan Wubing, blocking his next path of using the Dragon Walk. His colossal figure shattered the ground's rocks, causing splattering dust to turn into mud droplets under the pouring rain, splashing around.

"I can't even imagine how strong you'll become if given another year..." He Chen was extremely excited, with blood-colored ghostly lights swirling at the corners of his eyes, "I consider myself a strong one, reborn by seizing a body, with past cultivation insights, powerful magical skills, and a variety of precious resources. After almost a year, I've only reached this level. But you...your growth is terrifying. If I didn't clearly sense that you're just a fifteen-year-old boy, I would've thought you were also reborn by seizing a body."

Fan Wubing forcibly suppressed the urge to gasp, quickly recuperating his spirit and resting. He focused his eyes and said, "Oh, are you so sure that I haven't been reborn by seizing a body?"

He Chen wasn't intimidated by these words at all, "Whether you are or not, it won't change my intent to kill you and seize your skills."

"Then come and try!"

In the recent chase and escape, "Burning Heart" stacked to one hundred and fifty layers.

The current Fan Wubing has fifteen times his original battle power!

"Burning Heart" is his fundamental reliance for fighting beyond his level.

Though even with the fifteenfold boost, his energy's intensity still couldn't match He Chen, the opponent clearly wasn't going to give any more chances for a tactical retreat.

So, he decided to stake everything!

Fan Wubing's long hair danced, his clothes fluttered. The raging rain, the tranquil heart.

He faced He Chen, who was like an Asura.

He Chen rose sharply. The longer, broader, more nauseating sword slashed towards Fan Wubing, like a mountain toppling over, with no extreme strength, no beauty, yet before the sword arrived, its momentum had already crushed Fan Wubing, rendering him immobile.

Divine Power!

Suppressing Soul!

Fan Wubing's eyes surged with brilliant golden light. Divine power rushed from the center of his brow in the Purple Mansion, howling to suppress He Chen.

He Chen never considered that Fan Wubing, a "Demon Cultivator," would possess such pure, untainted Divine Dao skills. Caught off guard, his senses were obscured, his spirit covered.

The Divine Power Soul Suppressing Skill has a doubled effect on evil beings.

Even though He Chen's youthful body housed a mature soul, he was inevitably stunned under such circumstances.

The duration of the stun was not long, just about two breaths of time.

But for Fan Wubing, these were two crucial breaths. In the first breath, he struggled with all his might, breaking free from the oppression of the great sword strike. In the second breath, he controlled the Flying Sword Peach Blossom, piercing through the rain curtain and crisscrossing blood shadows, embedding into He Chen's body.

He wanted it to pierce directly into He Chen's brow, to crush his soul. But He Chen reacted in time, so it deviated a bit, and the flying sword stabbed into his chest.

At the moment of entry, the Peach Blossom converted the blood energy extracted from Fan Wubing into "Alarm Tremor Sword Intent."

A dull crimson thunder exploded in He Chen's chest.

The flashing electric light illuminated the mountains and forests. All living beings bowed under such might, trembling in fear.

The blood-colored Alarm Tremor rampantly tore through He Chen's blood energy.

Flesh flew in all directions, one bone after another turned into dust. In an instant, his massive, terrifying body crumbled from top to bottom, becoming battered and mangled, as if crushed by something, miserably wrecked.

Yet even after taking a direct hit from the Peach Blossom's Alarm Tremor Sword Qi, with the sword qi also released internally, he still wasn't completely obliterated.

It must be said, his strength was terrifying.

This was almost all the blood energy Fan Wubing had allocated to the Peach Blossom, creating this sword qi. He himself only had a trace of blood left.

He Chen climbed up from the ground, lumps of flesh peeled off his body, fragmented pieces of shattered organs fell out from the gaping hole in his chest and abdomen. He cradled the half-heart slipping from his chest cavity, lifting his head to look at Fan Wubing.

The moment their eyes met, Fan Wubing felt as though he was confronting Ying Huo's pounce once again.

That kind of gaze,

was certainly refined through slaying cities, extinguishing nations, killing countless beings, destroying countless hopes and spirits, soaked in the blood pool of Asura Hell for a thousand years.

At this moment, Fan Wubing's spirit was completely locked, unable to move. His entire body began uncontrollably trembling, only able to stand stiffly in place, watching He Chen's "performance."

He Chen suddenly flung his hand, tearing his heart out and then fed it to the blood-colored greatsword.

The surface of the blood-colored greatsword grew one faceless blood skeleton after another. They scrambled to snatch the heart He Chen tossed over. The brutal chewing sound made Fan Wubing feel as if it was his own heart being chewed.

He Chen's hands didn't stop, tearing off chunks of flesh from his body, feeding the skulls on the surface of the blood-colored greatsword.

He stood there silently.

Fan Wubing, however, could not escape, only stupidly watching.

Until...He Chen's body was left with only his head, shoulders, and two hands. He held the sword handle of the blood-colored greatsword...using the sword as his body!

He finally looked towards Fan Wubing, his tone no longer as ominous and terrifying as before, but very calm, very self-satisfied, as if delivering a victory speech, "Very good, you performed very well. You've destroyed the demon body I refined with a full year of time. Originally, I did not want your body, after all, even I am not too sure facing that 'fated' catastrophe."

The blood-colored greatsword, carrying him, approached Fan Wubing, "But now, there's no choice, is there? Struggling to the bitter end, destroying everything, isn't that so? Now you realize fear? Realize that the so-called 'justice' you uphold is actually worthless?" He suddenly became intoxicated, "Come, come, fear some more, be more afraid!"

He savored this moment of destroying a person's hope and spirit when the opponent couldn't control their despair and fear.

He called this the "victory snack."

He laughed and said, "After today, I will take over your life. I will become Fan Wubing, become the genius disciple of the Eternal Immortal Sect, become the best junior brother and senior brother in the hearts of those women who surround you. You can't enjoy it, so I will enjoy it for you. Pure Innate Spiritual Body, pure Stain-free Sword Body. I will keep a trace of your soul, let you watch how I make them fall to become my furnace."

He chuckled eerily, "That's what a Demon Cultivator should do."

The blood-colored greatsword began devouring Fan Wubing's life force. He couldn't resist at all, only able to watch helplessly as his blood volume plummeted.

Yet when death truly approached, the fear in his eyes disappeared instead.

His eyes became incomparably serene, as if the dazzling night sky of summer.

He Chen paused for a moment, what's this? Where did his fear go? Where did his despair go? Why did he suddenly show such an expression, as if, as if he still had a chance to turn the tables.

A prompt surfaced in front of Fan Wubing's eyes,

[Your health has reached 0]

[The ability of "Nine Nether Divine Phoenix Body" is activated]

[You enter the "Phoenix Rebirth" state]

Dragon Walk!

Fan Wubing suddenly vanished from He Chen's sight.