"No... Master of the Association! Give me one more chance, I will use all my strength to capture this boy!"
Bei Yingkuangâs eyelid twitched, realizing something, and he hastily shouted, trying to pull himself away and retreat.
However, the thick demonic power within Bei Yingkuangâs body was instead being controlled, binding him firmly in place, making it difficult for him to even move a finger.
The subordinates cultivated by Qin Miesheng were all bound with prohibitions inside their bodies to prevent them from betraying; they absolutely could not defy him. Despite Bei Yingkuang realizing the direness of the situation and wanting to flee and resist, it was all in vain.
Whoosh!
The figure of Qin Miesheng, clad in a black robe, flew straight toward Bei Yingkuang. As they touched, a black gas under the black robe instantly penetrated Bei Yingkuangâs eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and pores.
"Aaah!"
Bei Yingkuang let out a piercing scream, so shrill that it pained the ears, and the clouds in the sky churned.
"Crack crack crack!"
Bei Yingkuangâs already tall and burly body swelled violently as his demonic power, as if ignited, boiled within him, inflating his body until it was one zhang tall amidst the snapping of bones.
From within Bei Yingkuangâs skin, black scales grew out, tearing the skin apart, covering the surface, while two horns pierced through his skull, curving sharply as if to tear the heavens apart.
At the same time, a terrifying Monster Qi surged to the sky, spreading in all directions. It was night time, with a scarce moon and stars, yet the area of several zhang around this desolate mountain seemed to enter another space, pitch black to the point where one could not see their own fingers!
"The Master of the Association... entered Bei Yingkuangâs body? The aura of Bei Yingkuang... has surged several times more than before!"
Wu Meng and Wu Qin watched the scene before them with eyes wide in disbelief. In just an instant, Bei Yingkuangâs aura had surged, reaching a level that made them feel utterly out of their depth.
And all this was because of Qin Mieshengâs sinister invasion of Bei Yingkuangâs body.
The black robe, now unsupported, fell limply to the ground, only to be shredded into pieces by the violent demonic power emanating from Bei Yingkuangâs body.
"Is he... Qin Miesheng?"
Su Changkong also watched in astonishment as Bei Yingkuang underwent a drastic transformation.
The current Bei Yingkuang, after Qin Miesheng invaded his body, had grown scales, horns, and a tail like a steel whip, from his once human shape. Looking from the outside, he was now a humanoid monster clad in thick dark scales with two horns protruding from his head!
"Graw... having a body indeed feels wonderful!"
Bei Yingkuang, or to be precise, Qin Miesheng, moved the demon monsterâs body, letting out a hoarse and low growl from his throat.
"So thatâs it... This Qin Miesheng originally has no combat power because he doesnât have a physical body! He summoned the three Monster Warriors, including Bei Yingkuang, to use their bodies as vessels to fight against me!"
Apart from being shocked by the horrifying aura of Qin Miesheng who had taken over Bei Yingkuangâs body, Su Changkong also roughly understood what was happening.
Qin Miesheng was special in that he had no physical body and existed in a state similar to a soul, unable to engage in combat.
He called over the three Monster Warriors, including Bei Yingkuang, only to borrow their bodies to fight against Su Changkong.
Of course, if Bei Yingkuang and the other two Monster Warriors could defeat Su Changkong, then he neednât have gone to such lengths, but as soon as the fight began, it was clear that Bei Yingkuang and the others were at a disadvantage, repeatedly injured. Knowing the three were no match for Su Changkong, Qin Miesheng chose to show up personally to capture Su Changkong!
"I gave you all these resources, methods of cultivation, and so much time but youâre still unable to breakthrough. What a waste! Wastes should be exploited for the last glimmer of usefulness!"
Qin Miesheng moved his heavily scaled, robust, hulking demon monster body. Now possessing a physical form, his emotions turned more violent, his mouth curving into a smile as he muttered to himself.
Over the years, Qin Miesheng had cultivated many Monster Warriors, but they were all failures, unable to surpass their limits and break free from the ordinary. Only Pang Shengwu, with the Demon Art of âReincarnationâ, who could constantly swap bodies, thus potentially reaching beyond the limits, was the one Qin Miesheng truly valued.
However, he was defeated by Su Changkong just before success was within reach, and now resided within the Cave Heaven and Blessed Land of the Xia Yan family. It was then that Qin Miesheng decided to take action personally, to capture Su Changkong and use him in an exchange.
Even if he couldnât capture Su Changkong alive, he had to kill him, to end the cause and effect, and not give him the chance to grow!
"Kill them!"
Su Changkong suddenly moved, but he didnât charge at Qin Miesheng. Instead, he targeted Wu Meng and Wu Qin.
Bei Yingkuang and the other three Monster Warriors were bodies prepared by Qin Miesheng to carry his own power. Therefore, by killing Wu Meng and Wu Qin, he would effectively weaken his power!
Whoosh!
Su Changkong took a step and instantly appeared in front of the bisected Wu Meng using Shrinking into Inches, the Iron-Cutting Sword in his hand slashing directly down on Wu Mengâs head!
"Not good!"
Wu Meng sensed the threat of death, but having been previously sliced at the chest by Su Changkongâs sword, he had no ability to resist him.
But a tall figure tore through the air, arriving in an instant to stand in front of Wu Mengâit was Qin Miesheng!
"Boom!"
Qin Mieshengâs left hand, covered in dense scales, clenched into a fist and swung out to meet the Iron-Cutting Sword, carrying the spirit of the Blade Soul, brought forth by Su Changkong. The resulting gust was like a roaring tidal wave, its might overwhelming!
"Clang!"
In the explosive sound of metal clashing, Su Changkong felt a tremendous force transmitted through the blade, involuntarily sending him flying backward. The dark scales on Qin Mieshengâs fist only showed fine cracks.