Chapter 272: Suspected Undying Ability and Mad Environmental Adaptation Evolution

"Hiss~~~"

Just as Baichuan was lost in thought, a strange sound suddenly rang out.

"Hoo~ hoo~~ good, so strong! Worthy of being the opponent I've set my sights on, giant dragon, you're far stronger than those gutless Main Gods." A heavy male voice rang out. From where the two corpses had fallen earlier, a man in a thoroughly wretched state staggered to his feet.

His face was covered in blood, his body riddled with hideous wounds where bone gleamed faintly white. But as he struggled to rise, a bizarre scene unfolded — the wounds across his entire body began to writhe and heal without stop. "But I am undying! Everything that fails to kill me will only make me stronger!"

Cang repeated this fact — one he himself had recited countless times — to his opponent in a flat tone, then lowered his eyes to glance at the enchanting woman who had already died completely. Though his expression remained as blank as ever, a trace of sorrow could still be seen in his gaze. Clearly, this companion of his did not possess his strange ability to "return from death," and so was truly dead.

"Rest in peace. The powerful enemy who killed you — I will personally blast them to death!"

Hm?

Abruptly pulled from his reverie, Baichuan turned his head back with some displeasure.

"Undying?"

Gazing at the man who had now fully recovered, and at his words, the enormous true dragon softly murmured a single line.

As the words fell, the surrounding air once more grew viscous, pinning him in place on the spot. The next moment, countless boulders and leaves in the surroundings, as if possessed of life, shot forth one after another, transforming into a terrifying flood that surged toward him.

"Dammit! This again—"

"Rumble rumble rumble…"

Even though he had prepared thoroughly this time, the man named Cang still could not evade the attack. He could only leave behind a roar before being swallowed once more in an endless barrage.

A few breaths later, the attack ceased, leaving a ravaged stretch of ground — and a man who had gone silent.

"Cough, cough, I, I told you, I — am undying!!!"

Yet in less than a few minutes, a large hand with bulging veins seized the ground once more, and the silent man struggled to his feet again. Framed by a blood-streaked face and crimson eyes, the beast-like man let out a furious roar and erupted with a savage aura, lunging at the true dragon — as if he would bite a chunk of flesh from his foe even at the cost of his own life.

Were anyone else facing such a savage, frenzied aura, they might feel a sliver of wariness. But unfortunately for him, his opponent was Baichuan — a true dragon who had walked the path of evolution for who knows how long, and had evolved only after enduring countless storms of blood and strife.

The next instant, without any visible movement from the true dragon, the surrounding air once more grew thick and congealed, and immediately after, an endless flood of shattered rocks and branches rose once more.

Yet faced with this foe repeating the same trick, the blood-streaked man ignited himself once again, transforming into a pillar of soaring flame as he raised his fist and charged forward.

The familiar scene played out once more. Amidst unceasing thunderous booms, the man went still again — but this time, before the flood swallowed him, a crisp sound of shattering rang out.

Baichuan's brow furrowed. Under the same force, the time he had held the man frozen this time had shortened by several times, and at the end his immobilization art had even been broken by the other.

"Heh heh heh… giant dragon, did you notice? Everything that cannot kill me will make me stronger. Next time, the time after that — I will rush to right before your eyes and raise my fist to slam into your face!"

The large hand with bulging veins once more gained life and gripped the earth to rise. The man, whose specific features could no longer be made out, bared a row of cold, snow-white teeth at the giant dragon who had already noticed the problem and laughed. He seemed able to already picture the solemn — even fearful — look in his powerful enemy's eyes.

A suspected-undying ability, and one that madly evolves by adapting to the environment?

How truly "terrifying"!

Yet faced with Cang's words — a truth that would spell despair for anyone else — the true dragon, after a murmur, began to slowly kindle a burning heat in his gaze, looking at the man as though he were a treasure.

And this display, in Cang's eyes, was unmistakably a sign that the dragon was beginning to waver at his words.

Then, whether it's true or false, let me test it.

The next moment, after Baichuan muttered a line, he finally moved. The massive true dragon abruptly pulled higher into the air, then fiercely swung those sharp, enormous Dragon Claws.

"Sliced!"

Like the sound of tearing through rotten cloth, after the enormous Dragon Claws swept past, a thick air blade — like a heavenly cleaver — fell from the claws and carved toward the opponent along the ground.

"Dammit, is that the only move you've got?"

Watching the true dragon finally change his attack, Cang had just been about to move and throw a punch in resistance when he suddenly realized he could not move again. Before him was the massive, sharp blade of air about to strike. He finally lost his composure and roared in fury.

The blade of air swept past, and Cang was directly split in two.

Go!

After muttering a line to himself, Baichuan decisively scattered a stream of invisible energy Light Points toward the man who had not yet recovered. They greedily devoured a small portion of his flesh and blood, and then, just before the man regained his movement, he recalled the energy Light Points.

Feeling the scan panel that had begun to pop up, Baichuan looked once more at the man who was on the verge of fully recovering.

Let me see just what your limit is.

After uttering a line that, if the other party heard it, would very likely make them turn pale with terror, Baichuan began his power test of the large number of attack methods he had refined over the years through study and exploration.

From this moment on, attacks stranger and more powerful than the last began to pour from the true dragon's hands like flowing water, all of them landing on the man's body.

For Baichuan, the other party was undoubtedly the best practice punching bag.

Of course, to avoid the other party giving up out of fear, throughout the entire process the force he used was kept at a steady level, doing his best to give the other party some confidence

……

"Boom——"

Three days later, amid a muffled sound of shattering, a being wrapped entirely in blood-colored flame aura ignored the strange shadows that came at him and laughed wildly with arrogant pride: "Giant dragon, your tricks no longer work on me. Now it's your turn to take a punch from me!"

Saying this, Cang was also somewhat indignant. A full three days — a full three days — and he hadn't even touched a single scale of this giant dragon… No, he hadn't even left the spot where he had first crashed down. Time and again he had charged forward, trying to punch the giant dragon, and all it brought him was being beaten back time and again.

But now, everything should come to an end.

All of the other's methods had already lost their effect on him. He had obtained an entirely new evolution, entering an entirely different level!

As his words fell, he dropped back to the ground, formed a fist seal, and with a string of afterimages, ignored every obstacle and surged toward the giant dragon with boundless might,

"Yes, it should end."

Looking at the panel that had finished scanning, Baichuan also murmured to himself.

Three days was enough for him to cycle through all his various conventional force methods, and during this process the other party's repeated state of non-resistance kept pushing up the scan progress of the other's panel (panel scanning requires the target to lose resistance or be killed and have their flesh devoured).

Until now, when the notification told him the scan had fully succeeded.

And this was also why he had not continued to increase the intensity of his attacks — because everything should come to an end.

"ROAR——!!!"

The next moment, an earth-shattering dragon cry rang out, and a stream of black-purple flame spewed from the true dragon's mouth, transforming into a raging inferno of a flood. This was 【Dragon Breath】!

The rolling flames ignored everything around them, sweeping across the blood-flame-wreathed man as if they were intangible.

In an instant, all movement ceased.

The man froze, his entire body going still, his face even still wearing the look of soaring fighting spirit and imminent triumph.

"Th-this… what… kind of power is this?"

In his final moment, feeling that bizarre, unprecedented sensation of dissolution spreading through his entire body, the man summoned his last shred of fading consciousness to voice one final question.

"A minor god of Ren Jian, you did your best."

Facing the man's question, Baichuan did not answer it directly—after all, he had no habit of explaining his abilities to others. Instead, he recalled the man's performance over the past few days and offered him a word of acknowledgment and praise.

To be honest, if this man had appeared before him back when he had not yet obtained the ability models of Ao Qing and his offspring,

perhaps facing this man who simply could not be killed no matter what, he would not have been able to do anything to him—at most he could have imprisoned and sealed him away, then waited until he obtained the man's ability model before seeing if he could find a weakness.

But unfortunately, what the man encountered was Baichuan, who had already obtained the true dragon's abilities and possessed the power to destroy beings of another tier—so the only thing awaiting him was death.

It was also from this that he understood the power of Dragon Breath did not operate on the shallow level of the Spirit, because he had previously used the Daoist soul-damaging techniques he had learned to attack the man, yet they likewise had not the slightest effect. Only attacks imbued with a trace of Dragon Breath's power could inflict any meaningful impact on this man.

"Is that so?" Though he had not received the answer he wanted, the praise from this unprecedentedly powerful enemy also made Cang smile in his final moment. "Remember, my name is 'Cang'…"

*Pat—*

As the words fell, his consciousness vanished completely, and his entire body began to fall, then transformed into a swirl of ash scattered away on the wind.

"Cang, is it? Quite a pure sort of person."

Watching the figure that had completely dissipated, Baichuan murmured softly.

Such a pure person who lived solely to seek out powerful foes to battle—he had encountered one for the first time. What a pity.

After his sigh, he turned his gaze to the countless trembling living beings within this Demon Kingdom.

Although he was the hidden ruler of this Demon Kingdom, apart from those three little ones and the many experimental subjects who had already died, there really were not many living beings who knew him.

Then, how should he deal with these creations he had inadvertently brought into being?

……

At the same time, at the very moment the man's body completely vanished, in a certain mysterious space, a figure that had been in deep slumber let out a muffled groan, and at the same time, a certain bright Light Point in the heavens above also began to dim silently.

"One of His avatars has fallen? What a pity—why didn't it just die outright?"

"It seems His day of awakening is even further away now."

"Sigh, the ** that is about to come will be incomplete once again…"

In a certain mysterious space, after sensing the familiar radiance dimming, the figure also murmured a few words.

Half a month later.

"What? You're saying Cang is dead?!!"

"Not only was that secret realm not found, but even Cang who went looking for it is dead?!!!"

In a certain resplendent great hall, upon hearing the information delivered by his subordinate, a voice rang out—shocked to the point of losing its composure.

Along with the shocked cry, one could also faintly hear the sounds of numerous things clattering and even shattering as they fell.

"Damn it! How, how could this be possible?! That was Cang! A powerhouse I personally brought back from the Realm of Gods! One who fought so fiercely that many divine powerhouses did not dare descend, and even a great existence like the Main God avoided his challenges and refused to face him. The most important member of my future plans—how, how could he die today?!"

"Damn it, you must have deceived me! Guards, drag him away and behead him!"

"No, no, Your Majesty…"

"Ahhh………"

A few breaths later, after all the commotion had died down, the man seated in the great hall, having vented much of his negative emotions, calmed himself once more, his expression unreadable.

"Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

Seeing this, the young man who had been standing nearby, not daring to make a sound and interrupt, finally spoke up softly in greeting.

Hearing this, the mysterious man lifted his eyes and glanced at the other, then withdrew his gaze as the young man's heart clenched, and resumed his thoughts.

"Investigate this matter thoroughly—find out exactly who it was. My Cang is dead, and I must avenge…" The mysterious man had just been about to say this, but halfway through he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly stopped himself. "Forget it, let this matter rest. Since Cang is dead, to avoid complications arising overnight, let us begin our plan ahead of schedule."

As he said this, the man's heart was bleeding inside.

Such a promising situation—it should have been a sure thing, an escape from the nightmare. He knew that with Cang's death, it was all gone for good.

What manner of existence could possibly have killed the undying Cang, whom even the Main God avoided fighting?

If only he had known, he never should have sent Cang to search for that secret realm.

Without Cang, once he had taken the great Long Dynasty and ascended the throne, what would he use to contend against that existence?

Could it be that the future of the King of the Dynasty truly cannot be changed?

Thinking of that despairing, dark future, the man's heart grew heavy.

Yet here he was now—facing the man who had ruined his entire grand scheme, he could not even dream of revenge. After calming down, he did not even dare entertain the thought of investigating the other's background. If they truly met, he might even have to bow and scrape before him.

Because the one who could kill Cang was absolutely not someone he could afford to provoke—perhaps that person was of the same caliber as that existence…

Wait, perhaps he had found a way.

Thinking of a certain exceedingly bold decision, even he felt a tremor of dread.

He was about to dance on the edge of a blade…

(End of this chapter)