I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 140: Come, Take a Punch!

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Come, Take a Punch!

Liang Hui’s gaze sharpened as he carefully examined the inscriptions in front of the statue.

Time trickled away second by second.

Until the Qi-Blood surging outside his body had been completely exhausted.

Only then did the dense inscriptions on the statue disperse, and the statue itself returned to its golden color.

Placing the statue on his knees, the youth’s gaze dropped, carrying a touch of joy.

The "Heavenly Pillar Body Refinement Art," a Barbarian Tribe cultivation technique that reached the Meridian Levels, could greatly enhance one’s strength, defense, and Qi-Blood.

However, it required a massive amount of Earth Attribute resources, but such consumption was nothing to Liang Hui.

In fact, at this point, his strength, Qi-Blood, and defense were in a league of their own within the same realm.

But he never minded getting stronger, laying an even more solid foundation.

As his strength increased, he had gradually shifted his focus from this world to the vast expanse of many realms.

Endless prodigies and peerless great heroes, legends of exceptional elegance, were beyond count.

Those were the beings—humans, demons, and fiends—he needed to compete against with all his might.

In fact, when he was in the Beast Taming Sect, Liang Hui had hesitated on whether to cultivate a Body Refining Technique.

But he hesitated because most high-level Body Refining Techniques of the Beast Taming Sect required the essence blood of Exotic Beasts or the fusion of their bloodlines.

He did not wish to do so.

Now that a more suitable Body Refining Technique had appeared, Liang Hui was ready to cultivate.

However, before he started, he needed:

’To enter the dream!’

With a single thought, the scenery around him started to blur.

The perspective kept shifting—rubble, desolation, ferocious beasts, and a tall man dressed in animal skins.

The man was about three meters tall, with black hair draped over his shoulders, and his face and eyes were filled with wildness.

Standing there, he seemed like a mountain range piercing the clouds, rather than a person.

Liang Hui, sensing the man’s aura, had his interest piqued.

’Opponents who have succeeded in Blood Refinement are too rare.’

He did not enter the man’s body, but rather materialized not far away.

Clothed in a blue robe, his black hair was simply tied behind his back, his face handsome and domineering, his hands naturally hanging at his sides.

As soon as Liang Hui appeared, the man in animal skins immediately turned his gaze upon him.

His eyes, full of wildness, surveyed the sudden apparition.

"Foreigner... food..."

Boom!

The ground beneath Liang Hui’s feet ripped apart, and his figure vanished on the spot.

The pale palm of his hand instantly crossed through space, aiming for the head of the man in animal skins.

Thump!

The palm was met with the resistance of a Fist Seal, the dull sound of impact echoing in the air.

The gust from the collision turned everything nearby to dust.

’Interesting!’

Liang Hui, seeing the man not taking a single step back, had his interest deepen.

A dark sheen emerged at his fingertips.

His palm retracted slightly and clenched into a fist, striking forward with even more explosive speed.

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

The sounds of incessant collisions reverberated between them.

One tall, one short, two figures were locked in constant combat.

Liang Hui’s punches grew sharper and more explosive, his strength continuously rising.

His Inner Strength, blue as flames, blazed upon his body, yet it was never able to suppress the man in animal skins.

Roar!

A bestial roar erupted from the mouth of the man in animal skins, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

Crimson Qi-Blood surfaced on his body.

Climbing ever higher!

Higher and higher!

Until it formed a Blood Tiger over a hundred meters tall in the sky.

The Blood Tiger roared, then swooped down into the body of the man in animal skins.

A pale red sheen spread across his body.

"Qi-Blood like a tiger!"

Liang Hui murmured softly, recognizing the ability that martial artists display upon successful Blood Refinement.

Qi-Blood like a wolf, like a tiger, like a dragon, and the Qi-Blood Furnace, all determine the smoothness of one’s future path.

"But it’s futile."

Roar!

A dragon’s roar emanated from Liang Hui’s arm.

The azure Inner Strength formed layer upon layer of scales, as if they were carved from jade.

The fist was the dragon’s head, the arm its body, and the tail coiled around the limb.

The young man’s explosive aura was converging, now filled with a sense of dignity instead.

Fight!

With the grace of a dragon and the strength of a tiger, dazzling azure light bloomed with each swing of the fist.

The battle between the two became even more fierce, with blood scattered in the air.

But from beginning to end, neither man took a single step back.

"This pointless probing ends now, off with you!"

With a long howl, hair flying in the wind.

The figure leaped backward.

Dispersed the Azure Dragon Fist edge.

Arm stretched forward and upward, fingers and palms continuously changing; in the span of a breath, they had shifted hundreds of times, each change representing the pinnacle of a different technique.

Countless beast roars rose up, as one savage beast after another leapt from the azure radiance, then roared incessantly on the arm.

There were hundreds of them.

Suddenly, the beast roars ceased.

All the creatures placed their claws together, bowed on the arm, worshiping the young man.

In that moment, Liang Hui seemed like the master of all spirits and creatures.

In that instant, endless power was bestowed upon the fist edge, and the primitive Fist Seal hammered down with a thunderous crash.

At that moment, even before the fist edge reached him, the beastskin man had already stumbled backwards.

Boom! Thunderous rumbling!

In the deafening roar, the battle came to an end.

As the dust settled, the beastskin man’s chest was hollow, leaving behind a large bloody hole.

Liang Hui stood in front of him, flicking the blood off his fist edge.

"What is... this... fist."

The words came out in broken fragments from the beastskin man’s mouth.

"Myriad Beasts Fist!"

Everything around began to shatter.

In an instant, Liang Hui had returned to the storeroom.

Looking satisfied at the statue resting on his knees, "The Heavenly Pillar Body Refinement Art" seemed quite effective.

That beastskin man had taken the full brunt of his Myriad Beasts Fist

Not only did his body not fall apart, but he even had the strength to speak.

Putting the golden statue into the storage space, Liang Hui casually pulled out a Jade Slip.

It was acquired from an auction, containing the basic information on the Tianyuan Secret Realm.

His consciousness invested into it, he began to watch carefully.

After a while, Liang Hui put the Jade Slip away.

His eyes held a trace of understanding.

It contained only the most basic information: the location and time of the opening of the Tianyuan Secret Realm, and the realm requirements for entrants.

Entrants must be at or below the Meridian Levels and Initiates, with Transcenders absolutely unable to enter.

Such realm limitations, coupled with the fact that it was a secret realm left by the ’Sword Sect’ of Tianyuan, piqued his interest.

’Let’s pay a visit. With so many fallbacks, there won’t be too much danger for me.’

’Most importantly, I need a large number of Sword Scriptures to sharpen the Crimson Cloud Sword.’

Liang Hui murmured to himself, making a decision.

The secret realm would open in one month.

Liang Hui estimated his own speed and the location of the secret realm, deciding to set off in half a month.

In the subsequent time, the young man immersed himself in cultivation.

In the morning, perfecting the Vermilion Bird Fist, engaging in Blood Refinement.

In the afternoon, condensing Mana, deepening the connection with his Lifebound Tool while drawing techniques from the "Sunset Sword Scripture."

In the evening, practicing the "Heavenly Pillar Body Refinement Art," also entering dreams to gain more combat experience.

He continued cultivating until late at night before he would stop.

Day after day, without pause.

Half a month passed.

Liang Hui, shouldering a longsword, left Qingyang City, heading towards the direction of the Tianyuan Secret Realm.

During this half month, he never approached the Song Family Clan grounds, as if on two parallel lines, never to intersect again.