"What is this all about?" Lilith’s face showed surprise as she quietly took a step back to avoid being splattered with Ban Poluo’s blood.
"It must be some Binding Divine Ability like a Silence Spell, but with higher judgment and effectiveness. The curse will be fully activated as soon as there’s malice in the heart."
Watching Ban Poluo struggle violently with a pained expression, Su Heng suddenly smiled. "It seems that in the eyes of the Great Clan Chief, you are nothing more than a hunting dog. A disobedient hound that touches the food on the table will be beaten to death by its master. Really pathetic."
Ban Poluo didn’t want to die.
He only felt as if his internal organs were immersed in concentrated sulfuric acid.
Corroding incessantly amid a sizzling sound.
The extremely powerful life force he had always possessed was completely suppressed, and even his spirit became riddled with holes, rotting away.
Intense pain and despair tortured the last bit of his consciousness, a nearly certain death. But if there was anyone in this world who could save him, it would only be Su Heng before him. Chains rattled around Ban Poluo’s bound body as he struggled to reach out, trying to touch Su Heng’s arm.
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Whoosh!
A black light flashed past.
Su Heng formed a sword with his fingers, plunging two digits straight into Ban Poluo’s forehead.
At the same moment, an invisible ripple diffused outward. With the roaring of the Demon Engine in his chest, the power of Changyue Heaven descended once again. Thin frost quickly covered the walls on either side, space warped, and time seemed to freeze. Streams of muddy, pitch-black power flowed along Su Heng’s arm, pouring into Ban Poluo’s body.
Under the effect of the Demon Engine, Ban Poluo’s physical body and spirit began to twist and transform.
The toxic corrosion of his organs was suppressed, life force revived, and the voids in his spirit were repaired, his injuries visibly healing quickly.
"Sigh!"
After Su Heng slowly withdrew his fingers,
a popping crisp sound seemed to echo around, and the strange phenomena dissipated.
Ban Poluo was gasping for breath, his head drooping onto his chest, his upper body held up against the wall only by the thick chains.
There is great terror between life and death, and the longer one lives, the thicker the dread of dying. Ban Poluo took almost half a cup of tea’s time to catch his breath, and by then he noticed that his clothing was soaked through. Feeling secretly resentful, he hadn’t expected to be discarded like this, and he had never been aware of it before.
If he felt a slight guilt about betraying his peers and leaking information before, now, he had none at all. He even longed for revenge.
At the same time.
The methods that Su Heng had just shown.
Were they indeed capable of rescuing him from such a state.
Did it mean that even compared to the Great Clan Chief, Su Heng would not necessarily be at much of a disadvantage in terms of abilities?
Considering the experiments Su Heng had carried out before, and the complete ineffectiveness of constraints on him, Ban Poluo felt even more astonished at Su Heng’s origins.
"We were just discussing the ways of cleansing this continent of humans," Su Heng continued with an unchanged expression, resuming the previous topic.
"Thank you for saving my life." Ban Poluo gathered his strength and quickly said, "When the Great Clan Chief was nurturing the human ancestors, he left constraints at the genetic and spiritual levels. By using these constraints, one can control human thoughts, life and death, or even cause their genes to collapse from within. With these methods, we only need to set up plagues in a few population centers. Due to the high activity brought by martial artists, it can spread to every corner of the continent in a short period."
The chains that bound Ban Poluo were rendered ineffective after Su Heng’s transformative work on his body.
With a slight movement of Su Heng’s mind, the chains shattered with a crack.
Ban Poluo moved his arms a little, then spread his fingers, and a clear light screen appeared in his palm.
On it were mountains, rivers, and ancient cities scattered about.
At a glance, it was the geomantic map of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Red dots appeared in several cities, spreading quickly, and then expanded outward, causing a chain reaction.
In a moment, the entire dynasty was bathed in blood-red light.
Thanks to the existence of demon martial artists who could manipulate the weather or even use their Divine Skills to ripen crops directly, the Zhou Dynasty, despite its underdeveloped productivity, had a very large population. In its 154 states, the least populated had millions, and the most had tens or even hundreds of millions. Altogether, there were a total of three to four billion people. Even an average martial artist could easily travel several thousand li a day. Once preparations were completed and the spread began, the consequences would be unimaginable.
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Fortunately, the discovery was made in time.
Everything was still manageable.
Su Heng had no great aspirations to save the world, but as the strongest character, coupled with his inherent nature to face challenges head-on, he could not shy away from such an event. He was indifferent to the life and death of individuals, but considering the entire human race, the creativity humans could bring forth also inspired Su Heng, and he could not neglect this matter.
"First, you need to prove whether what you’re saying is true or not," Li Hongxiu said, finally catching on to the previous conversation, and looked up.
"That’s easy." Ban Poluo replied, "Just bring over two people, and I can prove it to you."
Li Hongxiu closed her eyes and issued her command.
Soon the doors were thrown open again, and two Dragon Guards escorted in two death-row inmates with hoods over their heads.
These two were bandits who had come down from Changyue and had killed many people along the way. They were captured by the Dragon Guards after causing too much commotion. Their lives were spared to serve as test subjects for Su Heng’s experiments, meant to be disposable assets for data collection. Both men were tall and burly, and they were forced to kneel down; one of them had his hood removed, revealing a rugged, bearded face.
"One death is all the same; don’t think I’m scared of you things that are neither human nor ghost!" The man was defiant and cursed loudly.
However, as the double vision in front of his eyes gradually cleared up, a completely different expression crossed the bandit’s face.
He first saw Li Hongxiu and Lilith and before he could even make a lewd comment, he looked up to see Su Heng towering above him with an indifferent expression.
Who didn’t know the illustrious name of the Northern Border Demon Dragon by now?
Seeing this legendary figure here, the bandit was dumbfounded. It felt as if he had stolen a chicken egg from the neighbor’s house only to be taken directly by the Jinyi Guard to face the Emperor for an imperial trial. What on earth is going on? Am I still asleep?
The bandit shook his head vigorously and closed his eyes, then reopening them only to find Su Heng still before him.
Damn, it’s not a dream!
He shivered all over, his knees weakened, and he almost wet himself.
Su Heng couldn’t be bothered to look further and simply stepped aside, "I’ll leave the rest to you. Don’t waste time."
Seeing the fear on the bandit’s face, Ban Poluo felt a pleasant return of his perverse sense of control. Bowing first toward Su Heng, he then turned with that signature insincere smile on his face and approached the bandit, lightly caressing his face, "Don’t be afraid, it’s useless to be fearful, and I assure you, the process won’t be too painful."
His voice grew deeper and he began to chant softly under his breath.
In the bandit’s view, Ban Poluo’s violet pupils were spinning incessantly, like forming a vortex, pulling his soul slowly downwards until his gaze hollowed.
"Cough cough!" The bandit suddenly started coughing violently, his life force rapidly declining.
For someone to be personally captured by the Dragon Guard, this fellow’s strength wasn’t weak. He had the cultivation of the Third Step of Heavenly Deceit and could even hold a position like Supreme Elder in some smaller Immortal Sects. However, under Ban Poluo’s chanting, his cultivation seemed non-existent, rapidly dissipating as the abnormal growths under his skin went haywire, resembling the spreading roots of an ancient tree.
"This is the fatal effect of the binding," said Ban Poluo as the bandit’s body collapsed weakly to the ground, soon pooling into a thick puddle of blood.
"And then there’s the contagion." As Ban Poluo spoke, the other bandit also began coughing suddenly, and a dark red stain appeared on the burlap hood.
"If we make the contagion even stronger, we can also induce a genetic breakdown, turning them into uncontrolled monsters under the power of the Longevity Heaven," Ban Poluo continued as he removed the hood from the second bandit who had bloodshot eyes and bared sharp teeth. Despite the blood gushing out, his presence grew even more formidable, with muscles engorged and inflated, and even faint blue scales started to cover his skin. Your journey continues at Freewebnovel
"Disgusting," said Su Heng with a look of disgust. The scene unfolding before his eyes was like the zombie movies he had seen long ago.
At this moment, he was reminded of what Li Daoxuan once told him at the beginning of his cultivation journey. There are five types of demons: spirits, fairies, ghosts, and the most mysterious, demons.
Su Heng had encountered the first four and had even eaten quite a few.
But the last kind, demon, was the most mysterious. There were always rumors suggesting that humans were undeveloped demons. Su Heng had not understood where such rumors came from, but now, seeing this tragic scene, a sudden enlightenment struck him as if he finally understood.
Ban Poluo sensed the worsening atmosphere and his smile tightened.
He bowed his head and didn’t dare to say more, waiting for Su Heng’s decision or preparing for the next step.
"Apart from you, how many other Descenders are there within the Zhou Dynasty?"
"As far as this humble monk knows, there are two more. I am responsible for collecting information and executing tasks, while the other two are arranged to deploy the Divine Plague," Ban Poluo said, "Their mission is more important and their strength far surpasses mine."
Ban Poluo’s words betrayed a deep sense of inferiority and helplessness, clearly not faring well among the group of Descenders.
"Then there’s no need for further talk. Lead the way," commanded Su Heng, his expression unchanged but his voice carrying an added note of sternness, "In front of me, there is no difference between anyone."
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