I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World
Chapter 490 - 490: Ghost King and Sword Demon

Seeing the reinforcements from Black Feather Tower arrive, Han Zheng remained unflustered.

What he wanted was for Black Feather Tower to send reinforcements one after another, just like the calabash dolls saving their grandfather.

When there are enough of them being beaten and in pain, they'll naturally know what to do.

At this moment, Liu Yuan stepped forward, with a grave expression, saying, "Lord Han, be careful! The masters of the fourth and second Black Feather Towers have arrived!

The old man exuding ghost energy is 'Thousand-faced Ghost King' Sikong Ming, the master of Black Feather Fourth Tower, who, like me, excels in Profound Yin Ghost Techniques.

However, what he excels at the most is the Soul-binding Secret Technique. It is said that within his Soul Summoning Banner, he has imprisoned thousands of mighty ghosts.

This person is inherently cruel and violent, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals.

In the past, to craft powerful resentful spirits, he captured over a hundred people and tortured them to death through various brutal methods, artificially generating their resentment.

This guy has been jointly hunted by experts in the Martial World, and even our Demon Cleansing Bureau once had a warrant for his arrest, yet he was never truly captured.

And that young man with the sword is the master of Black Feather Second Tower, known as 'Heavenly Evil Sword Demon' Dugu Sheng.

He comes from a small sect focused on Sword Dao and has challenged experts everywhere to seek the pinnacle of Sword Dao, collecting sword manuals, and becoming a sword-crazed demon.

Anyone defeated by him either gave up their sword manual or lost their life.

Even those who didn't want to challenge him were forced into a duel.

Therefore, Dugu Sheng has aroused public anger in the Martial World and was hunted until he eventually took refuge in Black Feather Tower."

Han Zheng realized that this Black Feather Tower was truly unusual.

Whether it was Ming Hui, Dugu Sheng, or Sikong Ming, all were infamous and wanted criminals by the Demon Cleansing Bureau.

Yet Black Feather Tower could shelter them, which is impossible without strong connections and power behind it.

"Dugu Sheng, I've heard of his name."

Bu Tiange gently shook his head and said, "But this fellow is somewhat unambitious, collecting so many sword manuals, yet his own Sword Dao is a mess.

Someone else's Sword Dao will always belong to someone else. Even if he collects all the secret techniques of the Martial World's Sword Dao, what's the use?

Without a Sword Dao of his own, it's like the moon in a well, ultimately a futile endeavor.

Nevertheless, this guy, having delved into countless Sword Daos, does have some commendable aspects.

Let me handle him; you take care of the other two, no problem?"

Han Zheng replied indifferently, "Of course, no problem."

At this moment, seeing reinforcements arriving on his side, Ming Hui also breathed a sigh of relief and said to Han Zheng in a deep voice, "Lord Han, the thing you desire, Black Feather Tower will certainly provide an explanation.

If you continue to press us, then today, we might as well fight to the death with you, causing mutual destruction!"

Han Zheng sneered, "With just you small fries, dare to boast about fighting to the death with me? Are you worthy?

I said, I will take what I want myself, no need for you to give it!"

Sikong Ming chuckled strangely, "Monk Ming Hui, you turned out to be a silver-like spear head, fiery when with us, but when dealing with the Demon Cleansing Bureau, you become timid.

What's so impressive about the Demon Cleansing Bureau? I've killed Xuanjia Guards before!

The quality of these black-skinned dogs is indeed not bad, killing them and refining them into corpse puppets yields exceptional results."

With these words, Xiang Yuangong and others showed a tinge of anger.

The Demon Cleansing Bureau, when chasing these brutal criminals, wasn't always successful, and indeed suffered counter-attacks often.

Yet Sikong Ming dared to say such words in front of their Jing'an Guard, clearly impatient!

Han Zheng squinted his eyes, waved his hand, "Kill!"

As the words fell, the Jing'an Guard's elite immediately charged under the leadership of Xiang Yuangong and others.

Bu Tiange also drew his long sword and pointed at Dugu Sheng, "You enjoy dueling in Sword Dao, don't you? Today, let's spar."

Dugu Sheng's eyes lit up as he looked at Bu Tiange.

He had also heard of Bu Tiange, the abandoned disciple of Qingming Sword Pavilion, a once-in-a-thousand-years Sword Dao genius.

In the Martial World, he had never fought against disciples of Qingming Sword Pavilion before.

"Very well, but you know my rules; if you lose, hand over the Supreme Sword Scripture of your Qingming Sword Pavilion!"

Dugu Sheng licked his lips and spoke in a hoarse, sinister voice.

Bu Tiange shrugged, "That broken thing, the Supreme Sword Scripture, I have read it to tatters, doesn't matter much.

If you place the pinnacle of Sword Dao on those sword manuals and scriptures for your entire life, your achievement will remain just as insignificant as it is now."

Dugu Sheng snorted coldly, unsheathing his long sword, bringing forth a jet-black sword light, blocking out the sky and sun.

In the next moment, the dragon roar and scream from Bu Tiange's sword pierced the sky, the magnificent sword beam seemingly tearing through the darkened sky instantly.

With Bu Tiange making a move, Han Zheng also wielded his saber, unleashing surging Blood Slaughter Demon Qi towards Sikong Ming and Ming Hui.

With two against one, Ming Hui felt deeply uncertain.

He urgently warned Sikong Ming, "Be careful! The physical strength of Han Zheng is astonishingly strong, even more powerful than a Demon King!"

Sikong Ming sneered, "No matter how strong the body is, can it withstand my Heavenly Extreme Corpse Poison that corrodes the bones and muscles?

Monk Ming Hui, as long as you can get me within a yard of Han Zheng, he will undoubtedly die!"

Ming Hui knew that Sikong Ming, the old fiend, had extremely sinister methods.

Although he was merely the master of Black Feather Fourth Tower, the various sinister techniques in his arsenal, if all effective, could bring down even the master of Black Feather First Tower.

The Heavenly Extreme Corpse Poison was a peculiar poison that Sikong Ming crafted by trapping an entire town in an array, slaying over ten thousand people, and mixing numerous poisons with corpses, refining the resulting corpses.

It's said that even a trace can't be saved by immortals.

The only drawback was that the poison couldn't spread too far, necessarily needing a close proximity to be used.

Ming Hui gritted his teeth, his boundless energy and blood raging fiercely, totally ignoring the damage to his foundation.

A four-armed blood-red vajra phantom emerged behind him, wielding four brilliant demon-subduing pestles, advancing towards Han Zheng's strike.

Amidst the exploding Vigorous Air Blade Light, Han Zheng swung his blade again. A momentary extreme killing force descended, enveloping Ming Hui in endless killing intent.

Nine Prisons Slaughter Life Saber!

Under this blade, even though Ming Hui burned his energy and blood turning into a four-armed blood-red vajra, it got torn apart completely.

Yet Ming Hui did not retreat, golden light bursting around him, using his physical strength to withstand Han Zheng's strike.

The Nine Prisons Slaughter Life Saber slashed at Ming Hui's chest, and his impervious body, trained through True Understanding of Vajra Descending, actually bore a deep bloodstain from Han Zheng's strike!

Then, with a loud roar, Ming Hui pushed forward instead of retreating, simultaneously forming seals with both hands, furiously launching a barrage of Vajra Seals at Han Zheng.

Ming Hui's True Yuan and Qi and blood burned violently together, pushing to the extreme.

Han Zheng punched down with the Great Brahma Heavenly God King Seal, yet Ming Hui endured, even if it meant his tendons and bones breaking, pushing forward once more.

Under Ming Hui's desperate assault, he finally broke through to within a yard of Han Zheng.

"Sikong Ming! If you don't act now, when will you!?"

Ming Hui suddenly turned his head and roared.

Sikong Ming's figure, like a specter, had turned into black smoke and appeared behind Ming Hui in an instant.

In his hand appeared a pitch-black skull, which opened its mouth suddenly, spewing endless black smoke that enveloped Han Zheng entirely.

Sikong Ming laughed, "With my Heavenly Extreme Corpse Poison on you, even if you're a Yang God Realm existence, not even gods can save you!

My Heavenly Extreme Corpse Poison not only is hard to bear for the flesh, but it can also contaminate the three souls and seven spirits. Even a Yang God Realm martial artist would have their three souls and seven spirits eroded!"

He wasn't purely a martial artist, so he avoided head-on confrontations whenever possible.

Using such sinister techniques did not make him feel guilty in the slightest.

At this time, Ming Hui, covered in blood, with almost half of his muscles and bones broken, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Zheng had exerted oppressive pressure on him, now finally the opponent was resolved.

But then, Ming Hui sensed something was amiss.

Why had the black smoke formed by the Heavenly Extreme Corpse Poison stopped moving?