Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 291 - 181 Transform_2

Chapter 291: 181 Transform_2

The crowd either stomped their foot or pointed their toes, all swiftly rising into the air.

Most landed on the middle layer, while a few reached the upper layer.

"Stop!"

Almost at the same time, a burly figure leaped down from the upper layer and landed in front of Xin Zhanhong, shouting fiercely, "Humpback Ghost Blade, you’ve got some nerve!"

Xin Zhanhong responded indifferently, "Yang Shixun, we each serve our own masters. Since you dared to kill people from the Luo Family, you should be prepared for a bloody retaliation."

Hearing this, Yang Shixun’s expression suddenly changed.

He had dispatched many men yesterday to assassinate the Luo Family’s henchmen in a sweeping operation.

The assassination mission was personally ordered by the Governor.

The mission was very successful, yielding numerous results.

However, one team had not returned until now; he was worried something had gone wrong.

Unexpectedly...

Yang Shixun snorted, grinning sinisterly, "I didn’t expect my calamity at Flying Eagle Sect would be today."

Xin Zhanhong replied, "If I were you, I’d end myself, preserving some dignity for yourself."

Yang Shixun burst out laughing, "A joke, do you think you can kill me?"

Xin Zhanhong sneered, "If you were unharmed, naturally it would be very difficult for me to kill you."

As soon as these words came out!

Yang Shixun gasped, his face unable to hide the gravity of the situation.

The next instant!

Xin Zhanhong swung his Horse-slaying Saber, charging out murderously as the blood below whirled up into a bloody curtain.

"The fight’s on!"

On the upper level, Fang Zhixing stood beside a pillar, gazing unblinkingly down at the hall.

This was a rare opportunity to closely observe the combat between two Nine Ox Realm experts.

But this sight!

His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrows knitting together.

He saw!

Yang Shixun soared into the air, arms flailing wildly, the muscles on his arms writhing crazily, continually extending sideways.

In the blink of an eye, his arms had transformed into a pair of flesh wings!

But that wasn’t all!

His feet also underwent a drastic transformation, turning into two large eagle claws!

The claws were immense, seemingly forged from Divine Steel, indestructible.

Yang Shixun flapped his wings and flew around swiftly in midair.

Then, swinging his claws, he merely swept lightly.

Crackling!

The ground immediately had several deep, wide ravines appear, the destructive force astonishing.

"Could this Yang Shixun be transforming? Is he a demon?" Fang Zhixing was astounded.

But the next moment, Xin Zhanhong’s body also underwent a shocking transformation.

His lower body visibly swelled at an observable speed, extending and growing four hooves, taking on the form of a horse’s body.

His upper body remained almost unchanged!

"A centaur?!"

Fang Zhixing’s pupils shrank in shock, finding it unbelievable.

However, he quickly realized that neither Yang Shixun nor Xin Zhanhong were demons.

Both men had altered their body forms simultaneously—it was no coincidence.

"When demons reveal their true form, they can’t change back to human form."

"Moreover, when demons reveal their true form, they release a large amount of gray mist."

Fang Zhixing’s mind was active, quickly coming to a realization.

The situation with Yang Shixun and Xin Zhanhong wasn’t a revelation of their true forms but a transformation!

They could freely transform and revert to human form at will.

Transforming must be a unique skill exclusive to the Martial Artists of the Nine Ox Realm!

"Martial Artists continue to grow stronger and evolve, ending up more like demons."

Fang Zhixing’s thoughts churned, his imagination running wild.

"Hey!"

As Fang Zhixing was engrossed in observing the battle, a figure suddenly rushed over, accompanied by a roar of anger.

Fang Zhixing gave a cold glance. The newcomer was a robust young man, agile, his face clearly expressing immense anger.

"Eagle Claw Soaring!"

The robust young man, boiling with killing intent, suddenly stomped his foot, leaping high, first clasping his hands together before suddenly extending them into claws, like an eagle swooping down from the sky to strike.

Fang Zhixing looked disdainful, his figure flickering, suddenly appearing right in front of the robust young man, and threw a punch.

"Eh???"

The robust young man’s vision blurred momentarily, his heart skipping a beat as he watched a fist image suddenly enlarge in his view.

Bang!

A muffled sound, the robust young man’s chest caved in deeply, his body flying backward then smashing against the wall.

Boom~

The vast fist power surged out, immensely impactful.

The burly youth’s buttocks were embedded into the wall, creating a web of cracks on its surface.

"Wow~"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body trembled violently, and tumor-like lumps appeared and swelled up before bursting open.

Bang~

The burly youth exploded into a thick mist of blood, spreading, settling, and leaving no remains.

After Fang Zhixing instantly killed this man, three more people ran out from around the corner.

Two youths and an old man with streaks of gray in his hair.

"Elder, there’s one here!"

One of the youths turned around, his gaze falling on Fang Zhixing, his eyes flaming with fury.

The elder’s face was grim, and he demanded, "Who exactly are you, and why are you attacking the Flying Eagle Sect?"

Fang Zhixing didn’t answer but countered, "Do you know Feng Jianping?"

"Hmm, Elder Feng?"

The elder was startled at first but then realized something, and he bellowed, "So you are the Luo Family’s dogs, you deserve to die!"

With that, he charged forward, his long sleeves waving like the wings of a mighty eagle.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Immediately, several cold glimmers shot out.

Fang Zhixing ignored them completely and pressed forward, golden scales appearing on his skin.

Clang clang clang~

Dozens of scorpion tail needles hit Fang Zhixing but rebounded off him without inflicting any injury.

Not a single needle pierced his skin!

Seeing this scene!

The elder’s pupils constricted and he quickly flexed his muscles, making his body visibly enlarge.

"Go to hell!"

He stomped fiercely, surged forward, concentrated all his strength in his right hand, which twisted violently and transformed into a sharp claw, aiming straight for Fang Zhixing’s eyes.

Fang Zhixing was quick to react, raised his fists, and met claw with fist.

Bang bang bang...

The two fought closely, face to face, eyes locked, clashing directly over thirty times.

Suddenly, the elder retreated explosively, his arms trembling continuously, his face turning alternately pale and flushed, his expression turning exceedingly ugly.

"Come on, weren’t you going to kill me?"

Fang Zhixing laughed heartily, took grand steps forward, and aggressively charged at him.

The elder’s face twisted, veins bulging on his forehead, fear appearing in his eyes.

"Elder!"

The two youths, blood rising, hastily stepped up, attacking Fang Zhixing together.

"No!"

The elder exclaimed in horror, "Fall back, you are no match for him."

But before he could finish speaking!

The two youths suddenly bowed like shrimp and fell to the ground, their bodies violently swelling and then bursting open into two clumps of sticky blood mist.

"Ah~"

The elder’s eyes split with rage, and he charged over like a madman.

"All rattled, aren’t you..."

Fang Zhixing sneered, unimpressed, raised his right hand and grabbed the incoming claw, while his left hand smoothly slapped out.

Smack!

The elder’s chest shook, he arched back and spat out a stream of blood, then his body exploded violently.

"You’re not worthy to kill me!"

Fang Zhixing shook off his hand and then returned to his original spot, overlooking the scene.

Now, the hall was filled with dust, thick smoke billowing, and the sounds of grand battles echoing everywhere.

Among the smoke, two vague figures moved swiftly, charging back and forth.

The scene was too chaotic, Fang Zhixing couldn’t see clearly at all.

He looked around and then reluctantly activated the Red Blood Pupil.

As a result, he only saw a vast, blood-red sea, which made his vision even blurrier.

Fang Zhixing reluctantly deactivated the Red Blood Pupil.

"The Vice Sect Leader is here, come help!"

Suddenly, a shout came from somewhere.

Several black-robed, masked men ran towards the sound.

Fang Zhixing followed suit, seeing them enter a spacious room.

Just as he reached the doorway, a large bed flew across and crashed into the threshold, splitting into two.

Inside the room was chaos; six or seven men in black were surrounding a tall man in white.

The man appeared to be in his forties, in his prime, and used a large iron fan as his weapon.

The black iron fan was over one and a half meters long, opened like the wings of an eagle with sharp blades at the ends, exceedingly sharp.

Splash~

The iron fan swept low across the ground, slicing at the ankle of one of the men in black.

In an instant, the man’s feet were severed.