The Forsaken's Revenge-Chapter 500: The God of War Descends

With a muffled thud, the war fortress descended, striking the ground and kicking up towering clouds of dust. The earth cracked and collapsed as an endless mist of blood surged into the sky!

This blood mist coalesced into a figure standing five or six meters tall. It was clad in armor, possessing a burly physique and an overbearing aura like that of an ancient war god. A majestic presence emanated outward, instantly causing the surrounding temperature to rise severalfold. This figure was unmistakably a martial artist at the Nascent Soul Stage!

"So, the Shen Clan has finally found a backer?" Qin Heng's brows lifted slightly as he regarded the figure with interest. "Are you here to support them?"

"That's right!" The Shen Clan's Nascent Soul expert stepped forward, his body gradually solidifying into a towering, burly man clad in blood-red heavy armor. His gaze was ferocious as he spoke in a cold voice, "You annihilated the Shen Clan. I, of the Shen Clan, challenge you to a duel!"

The Shen Clan's Nascent Soul expert was a martial artist at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, and his strength was unfathomable. His will to fight was resolute, and he believed he had no reason to fear any adversary of the same cultivation level. He could even defeat a Semi-Saint! His combat prowess was among the top echelons in the entire Huaxia martial arts world. He was a renowned figure, on par with the elites from other nations.

But in front of Qin Heng, he had no confidence whatsoever. Qin Heng was simply too terrifying! He had shattered the Shen Clan's protective formation with his bare hands and killed a rank-eight Great Grandmaster with a single punch. Such power was absurdly monstrous! Even he, Shen Hongfei, had no confidence he could withstand a single blow from Qin Heng. Such a terrifying existence was simply unimaginable, something he didn't dare to believe was real. Before a being of this level, even someone like him was no different than an ant. The gap was simply too vast to be overcome. It was completely beyond resistance. Shen Hongfei could only hope that the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator their ancestor had invited could suppress Qin Heng. Otherwise, the Shen Clan was doomed!

"Oh? A duel with me?" Qin Heng shook his head, a faint, mocking smile on his lips as he glanced at Shen Hongfei. "You are not worthy."

The words had barely left his lips when Shen Hongfei's body instantly collapsed, turning to dust and ash.

Dead? The Second Master of the Shen Clan had been killed with a single glare from Qin Heng!

Everyone was stunned. They stood aghast, their minds reeling in shock, suspecting they were hallucinating or had misheard. A Nascent Soul expert of the Shen Clan, frightened to death by a young man's single sentence? Is this a dream? That was the Shen Clan's final pillar of support!

"This has to be fake! It must be!"

"Right, it has to be! How could the Shen Clan's Nascent Soul expert die so easily? It must be an illusion!"

"I don't believe this is real!"

The members of the Shen Clan refused to accept what was happening before their eyes. It was too shocking, too inconceivable. It was completely beyond their comprehension, and they simply could not accept the reality of the situation.

"How... how dare you?!" Shen Haoran, Shen Hongfei's son, was petrified. He trembled as he pointed at Qin Heng and shrieked, "You killed my father! You actually killed my father! You're dead! You hear me, dead! I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

SLAP!

Qin Heng struck Shen Haoran from across the distance. In an instant, Shen Haoran was blasted into dust, utterly annihilated.

The people of the Shen Clan went completely berserk, consumed by rage and grief.

"I'll kill you!"

"This old man will fight you to the death!"

"The Shen Clan will not endure this! We must have our revenge!"

The Shen Clan members charged forward in a frenzy, each unleashing secret techniques and martial arts, desperate to fight Qin Heng to their last breath.

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Chen Zheng didn't pay them any mind. He gripped his broken sword and charged forward to fight. His expression was ferocious, his aura menacing. For years, he had lived on a knife's edge, tasting blood daily. In killing countless foes, he had forged a body of iron and steel, yet even so, he could not withstand the might of the Demon Race's Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Formation.

PFFT—

Another spray of black mist shot from the broken sword, and Chen Zheng dodged it in a flash. But before he could even catch his breath, his left shoulder was pierced through.

"ROAR!"

A demon let out a long howl and swung a massive wolf claw at Chen Zheng's head.

BANG!

Chen Zheng's entire head exploded.

"Haha! You're dead now, kid!" the demon laughed. "Huh? What's going on!"

Suddenly, the demon realized Chen Zheng wasn't dead. Just a moment ago, the wolf claw had smashed him to a pulp. How did he recover instantly, as if nothing had happened?

What kind of divine ability or spell is this! It's definitely beyond the realm of Immortal Techniques! Could it be... this guy has already entered the Immortal Monarch Realm? No! It's impossible for him to enter the Immortal Monarch Realm! The cultivation technique he practices is utter trash!

"Ancestor, the boy must be using some kind of secret technique!"

"Indeed!"

"No more holding back!" the other Demon Lords growled.

"ROAR!"

The Ancestral Demon bellowed, swinging its wolf claw toward Chen Zheng's heart, intending to rip him to shreds.

BOOM!

However, when the claw was less than half an inch from Chen Zheng, a terrifying shockwave erupted from his body, sending the Ancestral Demon flying.

CRACK!

The Ancestral Demon's right arm was instantly pulverized.

HISS!

The other Demon Lords gasped at the sight. The boy's physical body is so powerful!

"This... this is... the True Yuan of the Nascent Soul Stage!" the Ancestral Demon exclaimed in utter astonishment. "Kill!"

The Ancestral Demon gritted its teeth and lunged at Chen Zheng once more. Under its frenzied onslaught, Chen Zheng's body began to fail. Blood streamed from his wounds, yet he seemed to feel no pain, his gaze remaining fixed on the Ancestral Demon with chilling indifference.

"It's time to end this!" the Ancestral Demon growled. "ROAR!"

The Ancestral Demon howled, its eyes turning blood-red. This was its final gambit. Once used, it would completely lose control and transform into a bloodthirsty monster.

"Hmph!"

Just then, a sneer of contempt appeared in Chen Zheng's cold eyes. With a disdainful snort, his aura skyrocketed, instantly ascending to a new level. In that moment, he seemed like a completely different person, exuding an air of unfathomable depth.

"This... This is the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage!"

"The kid's aura has already transcended the Golden Core Realm!"

"Damn it!"

The faces of the Ancestral Demon and the four Demon Lords turned ashen. They had considered many possibilities, but they had never imagined that this young man's strength had already surpassed the Golden Core Realm, reaching a level far beyond their grasp.

How is this possible! How could this kid be at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage!

"KILL!" the Ancestral Demon roared. It frantically burned its own blood essence to power its secret technique.

"KILL!" the four Demon Lords bellowed. They also unleashed their most powerful attacks, holding nothing back.

"Heh." A faint smirk traced Chen Zheng's lips. He raised his hand and slapped.

BANG!

As the hand fell, the Ancestral Demon's body exploded. The four Demon Lords' bodies exploded.

"No!"

"Spare us!" the four Demon Lords shrieked, begging for mercy.

"Eradicate them, root and stem, to prevent any future trouble," Chen Zheng stated lightly, raising his right hand and swiping it through the air.

SLASH!

In an instant, the four Demon Lords were decapitated. Their Demon Cores hovered in the air where they fell.

"You... you..." In the distant void, the Demon Saint stared with wide eyes. He had personally watched Chen Zheng annihilate the four Demon Lords he had brought with him. He had watched as his proud demon army was wiped out.

At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind.

Escape! I have to escape now!

WHOOSH!

He turned and fled.

"Hmph!" Chen Zheng glanced over, opened his right hand, and pressed it through the air toward the fleeing figure's back.

FWOOM!

The Demon Saint's body instantly exploded.

"Seize!" Chen Zheng made a grasping motion, catching the being's Nascent Soul in his hand.

"Senior, spare me! Senior, please have mercy!"