Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Despite having already disintegrated into mush, the flesh still struggled and writhed. Fu Qian couldn’t help but sigh.

This was the first time he had seen a transcendent of such a level die before him.

Fu Qian began to understand why there were places like the forbidden zones.

Letting such abominable things scatter outside was simply too dangerous.

But the situation before him finally confirmed his speculation.

Even though Henrik had been smashed to pieces, he still hadn’t seen anything resembling Thorn Blood.

He had been right not to kill him at the time.

The Poker Faces were obviously well-trained, and they immediately signaled people to get Henrik’s remains under control.

Yuan Shan looked up in the direction Henrik had charged, her face grimmer than ever, and she remained silent for a long time.

The two Chen Mingda brothers were standing over there.

Following their gaze, Fu Qian noticed Chen Mingda surveying between himself and Yuan Shan, looking rather odd.

“Chief Yuan, if there’s no issue, I’ll take my leave now,” Chen Xing approached, coughed, his face showing a sense of relief after revenge had been obtained.

However, the latter did not respond, still staring coldly at the two Chen Mingda brothers.

You also find it suspicious? Henrik’s last outburst was indeed strange.

“Brother Mingda, are you alright?”

Fu Qian walked up to him and greeted Chen Mingda.

“Brother Fu, I didn’t expect you to also come,” replied Chen Mingda with a strained smile.

“Upon receiving the information, Chief Yuan and I rushed over immediately,” said Fu Qian, deliberately phrasing his words to be easily misunderstood.

“I’m pleased to see you here.”

“What do you mean?”

Chen Mingda frowned, not understanding what Fu Qian was getting at.

His question was answered by a whip that came lashing towards him.

“What are you doing!”

Chen Mingda, shocked and unable to dodge, took a hit square on his face, leaving a long red welt.

“Nothing in particular,” replied Fu Qian as he stepped forward again and lashed out with another whip.

“You dare!”

Chen Xing, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but let out an enraged roar.

Just as he was about to step in, two intersecting black bands blocked his path.

“Chief Yuan, what is the meaning of this? Who is this guy?” demanded Chen Xing, not expecting Yuan Shan to stop him, his voice filled with indignation.

As he saw Chen Mingda retreating step by step, powerless against Fu Qian.

“Even if he is the Night Watchman, he has no right to assault a member of the Chen Clan like this,” he said.

But before he could finish, an irate roar echoed through the air.

Chen Mingda stopped retreating, his arms grotesquely swelling to several times their normal size, blocking Fu Qian’s next strike.

This horrifying sight made Chen Mingfei scream out loud.

“Shut up!”

Chen Mingda lifted his head, his eyes a bloody red.

With a voice filled with brutality, Chen Mingfei’s head was sliced in half, revealing a trembling tongue in his mouth.

“Mingda, why… why would you?”

Seeing Chen Mingfei’s half-corpse, Chen Xing’s eyes burned with rage.

“Why?”

Chen Mingda, looking over his body, let out a hoarse cackle.

The mutation was no longer confined to his arms; his entire body was unnaturally enlarging and distending.

With numerous bumps forming, a multitude of blood vessels emerged on the surface of his skin.

“I’ve worked harder than anyone, but I could never get over that hurdle,” he said.

“And even this fool had the nerve to mock me.”

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Chen Mingda shook the head of Chen Mingfei in his hand.

“What about this idiot could possibly compare with me, yet he dares to be arrogant in front of me every day, even considering himself as the successor of the next generation.”

There’s definitely something wrong with Chen Mingda!

At this moment, Fu Qian had already stopped and stepped aside.

It seemed his own guess was not wrong, this person’s psychology had become twisted after being suppressed for too long!

Now it looked like he indeed had something to do with that rabbit.

When visiting Wen Li, he was also taking the opportunity to test him.

Just now, when Henrik seemed to briefly regain his senses, his desperate confrontation was aimed at him.

Unfortunately, as the Chief Doctor of the Night Watchman, Yuan Shan couldn’t take direct action without evidence even if she had suspicions.

He himself was not burdened by such concerns.

Just a moment ago, through his words, he had deliberately led him to misunderstand that he was in tacit agreement with Yuan Shan, and hinted that they were targeting him.

If there were indeed ghosts in his heart, he would definitely think his secrets had been exposed at the first instance.

The reason for using the whip was that from previous behavior, Chen Mingda was deep and calculating, and perhaps even mentally strong.

In such circumstances, it was best to use a little technique to slightly lower his rationality.

Only then would there be a chance for him to slip up.

Moreover, a whip was relatively mild, so if there was a misunderstanding, it could possibly be explained as a practice match at the scene.

The results proved to be very effective.

After several lashes, Chen Mingda exposed himself completely.

The Tyrant’s Fist was truly a divine artifact for coercion, in cases where the target’s realm wasn’t high, Fu Qian looked at the ring on his hand.

“I have struggled for too long, and when I was on the verge of despair, I was given an opportunity, and I ultimately accepted the deal,” said Chen Mingda, looking at Chen Xing.

“As long as it could help me overcome that hurdle, I didn’t care about the cost, and if I was discovered, I would have no choice but to accept my fate.”

“Fools who deal with them, I have seen too many already.”

Yuan Shan looked at him coldly.

“Everything comes at a price. Look at yourself now… you don’t even know what you have become.”

“Ridiculous, do you think you are still yourself at this moment?”

“Why not, I feel better than I ever have before, I have waited too long for this moment…”

Before Chen Mingda could finish speaking, he suddenly let out a scream.

His head, which had already swelled up, swelled again and exploded into a bloody mess.

Strangely, the body was still standing.

“Chief Yuan’s assessment of us is somewhat biased,” came a bizarre voice from the bloodied mess.

“Although our philosophies differ, the Native Council is not made up of frauds.”

“If possible, I still hope to complete this transaction.”

“It’s a pity, though, that his mental fortitude is still too weak!”

“Moreover—”

The shattered head turned towards Fu Qian.

“That thing in your hand is interesting.”

“Is it?”

Yuan Shan waved her hand, and ribbons enveloped the surroundings.

“Destroying me is meaningless. This is but one piece of flesh carrying consciousness.”

“Even if pulverized, it would cause me no harm.”

“I’ve already taken what I came for; in your hands, it’s completely wasted. You fundamentally don’t understand its preciousness.”

“How precious exactly?”

Fu Qian suddenly interjected.

“Are you interested?”

“I might be.”

Ha ha ha!

The voice paused for a moment and then broke into insane laughter.

However, the laughter stopped abruptly, as the deformed head was shattered by a punch, splattering into countless blood droplets.

Chen Xing, who had thrown the punch, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

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