Chapter 114: The Demon King Speaks

"All martial skill experience, all points added to the Pure Yang Demon-Subduing Finger!"

Gu Han opened hundreds of treasure chests in one breath.

The incessant system notification sounds made his ears feel like they were about to grow calluses!

That terrifying amount of martial skill experience and cultivation method experience was beyond counting!

The scenes of practicing the Pure Yang Demon-Subduing Finger played before Gu Han's eyes like a revolving lantern.

Merely the time it took to close and open his eyes, Gu Han's proficiency with the Pure Yang Demon-Subduing Finger reached the level of entering the hall!

As for the other treasure chest rewards, Gu Han merely glanced at them briefly before withdrawing his gaze.

This is wartime; there isn't that much time to waste.

He glanced at the slowly approaching Wang Ying and his two companions, knowing they were surely preparing some mischief.

Gu Han immediately switched to the Netherworld Curved Blade, his body slipping into the shadows in the blink of an eye.

When Wang Ying and Zhang Manyi, taking advantage of Di Ying's two attacks, flew backward in unison.

Zhang Manyi suddenly took out a gray stone from his waist.

He flicked it with a finger, and the stone shot toward Zhou Kuan at extreme speed.

Zhou Kuan frowned, his lance came down hard, smashing the stone into fragments.

In the next instant, the shattered stone emitted a thick mist.

The mist quickly spread, obscuring Zhou Kuan's vision.

Even though Zhou Kuan, as a Martial Ancestor, had exceptional eyesight, he could only see about ten meters ahead.

But a distance of ten meters is instantly traversable for a Martial Ancestor.

Zhou Kuan, deprived of sight, was no different from a blind man.

Zhou Kuan knew the most important thing now was not to panic.

He fiercely swung his lance, trying to blow the mist away.

However, Zhang Manyi was already flying toward Zhou Kuan with a savage grin!

Di Ying's expression suddenly changed drastically,

"General Zhou, be careful!"

But Zhou Kuan could only hear the sound; he didn't know where to defend against the enemy's attack.

He could only employ a martial technique, enveloping himself in a shield.

Such a non-directional defensive martial technique is the most versatile.

No matter which direction the attack comes from, it can block it.

However, its blocking effect is far inferior to that of a directional defensive martial technique.

Boom!

Zhang Manyi's spear thrust was truly him putting forth all his strength.

In a series of crackling sounds, the spear pierced Zhou Kuan's defense!

Meanwhile, Wang Ying, who was already not far from Zhou Kuan, suddenly shouted and swung his club at Zhou Kuan's head.

Zhou Kuan's expression changed slightly; he hastily raised his lance to block.

Boom!

Hiss!

The two sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Wang Ying's charged strike left Zhou Kuan's arms numb, nearly weakening him.

But Wang Ying felt no excitement; instead, he felt a pain in his back.

He let out a muffled groan, feeling his vitality rapidly draining.

Moreover, Wang Ying felt a gloomy, cold sensation spreading quickly from the wound throughout his body.

It made his whole body feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

Thanks to the effect of the Netherworld Curved Blade, Gu Han had silently reached behind Wang Ying without anyone noticing.

He had refrained from attacking, waiting for the moment when Wang Ying's defense was most lax to deliver a fatal blow!

This strike didn't instantly kill Wang Ying, but it turned his lips pale and slowed his movements considerably.

He instinctively thrust his club backward, trying to push Gu Han away.

But before he could thrust the club, Gu Han's Pure Yang Demon-Subduing Finger pierced through the back of Wang Ying's head in an instant, directly shattering his brain.

Red and white fragments scattered across the ground.

Wang Ying didn't even leave a complete corpse.

After doing that, Gu Han's figure swiftly retreated.

Before retreating, he didn't forget to touch Wang Ying's corpse to absorb its attributes and treasure chest!

"Wang Ying!"

Seeing Wang Ying's half-body slam to the ground with a bang, Zhang Manyi's eyes nearly burst with rage.

His eyes almost spat fire as he glared hatefully at this young man who had launched a sneak attack, lacking martial virtue,

"You deserve to die!"

Wang Ying fell in battle; he and Zheng Han, though both Martial Ancestors as well, could not withstand Zhou Kuan and the other.

This battle's outcome was practically already decided.

The furious Zhang Manyi immediately wanted to drag Gu Han into the fight to give his side a backup!

However, Zhou Kuan had already come to his senses by then, and the gust of wind he flung out had already dispersed the smoke and mist.

He couldn't spare the astonishment that Gu Han could actually sneak attack and kill a Martial Ancestor.

He immediately kicked with his right foot, instantly stomping a huge pit into the ground.

Zhou Kuan, like an arrow leaving the bow, swift as a thunderbolt, quickly arrived behind Zhang Manyi and smashed his spear down!

Zhang Manyi's eyes were fierce, but he could only watch helplessly as the smug expression on Gu Han's face gradually faded away.

He turned his body and continued to face Zhou Kuan in battle.

Meanwhile, Zheng Han on the other side had long planned for the two to ambush Zhou Kuan and kill him as quickly as possible.

But facing Di Ying alone, he was still overstraining himself.

Especially after catching sight of Wang Ying's death in his peripheral vision, he became completely flustered.

Caught off guard, Gu Han, who had quietly rushed over, sliced off his shoulder with a sword!

"Ah!"

In pain, Zheng Han had no time to resist before Di Ying beheaded him with a single blade!

"Senior Di, please go help General Zhou quickly!"

Gu Han hurriedly urged him, then himself reached for Zheng Han's storage ring.

Seeing Gu Han's dirty little hand, Di Ying's mouth twitched instantly.

Is this fellow really from the Military Camp of Mu Shan Cheng?

He basically doesn't care about the camp's rules at all; everything is done to satisfy his own needs as the top priority.

However, Di Ying thought, only someone like that can survive longer on the battlefield.

But Di Ying didn't know that Gu Han's primary goal was to absorb attributes; compared to that, the storage ring was merely an extra.

However, after Gu Han erased the storage ring's spiritual imprint, as soon as his consciousness entered it, he was startled.

Inside this storage ring were piled raw stones and many Beast Blood Pills.

Beast Blood Pills are medicines used by martial practitioners to temper their qi and blood.

They require the essence blood of demon beasts of the corresponding grade to be used as ingredients.

The higher the rank of the demon beast used, the better the resulting Beast Blood Pill's effect naturally is.

However, the Martial Sect commonly uses only second- and third-tier Beast Blood Pills.

Besides that, there are also many talismans, spare weapons, and armor.

"Lightweight Talisman, Strength Talisman, Shield Armor Talisman."

Although Gu Han has no use for them, they can still be given to a few of his elder brothers.

After tallying the spoils, Gu Han prepared to withdraw his consciousness.

But ever since Gu Han threw it into the system space, the demonic qi that had never spoken before suddenly said at this moment,

"Immortal… Immortal Emperor, could you give me that little black stone?"

Gu Han raised his eyebrows, using his will to take out a stone fragment from the corner of the storage ring.

"What do you want this for?"

This stone fragment looks utterly ordinary.

The only special thing about it is that it looks roughly like the obsidian demon stone that stores demonic qi.

However, the obsidian demon stone is more like a complete version of the stone fragment.

"Immortal Emperor, residing in the Heavenly Realm, you may not know that a complete obsidian demon stone is several zhang in size, and it is the ultimate cultivation treasure longed for by all in the Demon Realm."

"Back then, I was betrayed by my beloved and my former brothers, and only by relying on the obsidian demon stone did I barely manage to preserve my life."

"However, my remnant consciousness is scattered among countless obsidian demon stones, making it as hard as climbing to heaven to restore my power."

"Nevertheless, there is still a sliver of hope."

"I can sense that this piece of obsidian demon stone once contained a wisp of my consciousness."

"If I could obtain it, my strength could also recover somewhat."