The Plague Demon King discovered that Ling Xiao’s body was terrifyingly hard; striking him felt like hitting solid dragon scales, having no effect whatsoever.
"No way, I must think of sothing. It’s impossible for this king to retreat from here!"
A fierce and ruthless light shone in the Plague Demon King’s eyes.
Boom!
Ling Xiao and the Plague Demon King’s palms collided once again.
However, in that instant, the Plague Demon King’s arms, conjured from dense green liquid, detached themselves from his body and shot into Ling Xiao’s at an incredibly fast pace.
"Hahaha, it doesn’t matter if you’re a senior or that kid playing tricks, having swallowed the plague body that this king sacrificed thirty percent of his cultivation level to condense, your death is certain!"
Even though the Plague Demon King was repelled by Ling Xiao’s palms, a triumphant and sinister smile appeared on his eerie green face.
Ling Xiao’s brow furrowed slightly, suddenly feeling a sharp, organ-wrenching pain within his body, making him involuntarily kneel on one knee.
"What’s going on?"
Ling Xiao asked in surprise.
His golden armor had already begun to emit a green glow, and even his skin now sported green lines, giving off an exceedingly strange appearance.
His entire body seed as though it had frozen, stiff and unable to move.
"Gagaga! I, the most terrifying being cultivated from plague, you may not fear the plagues I create, but by swallowing my body, you will surely be poisoned. Surrender, boy! Even if I don’t fight you next, you will slowly die in agony."
The Plague Demon King let out another bizarre laugh, "You are too tough, forcing this king to sever his own arms and sacrifice thirty percent of his true form’s poison to kill you. Even if you die, it’s an honor."
"You dare harm !"
Beads of cold sweat appeared on Ling Xiao’s forehead as he sharply interrogated.
"Gagaga, whether you’re a senior or not, you dared to force this king to give up this place, utterly delusional! Since that’s the case, you can go die along with the boy!"
The Plague Demon King continued with a laugh, "That’s right, your bodies won’t imdiately rot and deteriorate, this plague will slowly erode your souls until they are completely poisoned, and then, this shell will belong to this king, gagaga. Although I don’t know why you, a senior, would covet this boy’s body, since you’ve taken a liking, there must be sothing extraordinary about it, and this king shall thoroughly study it."
As he said this, the Plague Demon King’s dense green body shook with excitent.
Ling Xiao noticed that the Plague Demon King’s true form seed much smaller than before, and this shouldn’t just be because he sacrificed thirty percent of his body—there must be so other reason.
Because the shrinkage of the Plague Demon King was definitely more than half.
Could it be that this guy would shrink if he used his true form in battle?
Ling Xiao finally realized why the Plague Demon King needed a body—once the body shrank, his combat power would also decrease continuously. It also explained why the Plague Demon King wanted to end the fight quickly.
"No way, how are you not dead yet?"
The Plague Demon King had originally planned to aid the Demon General in battle, but suddenly noticed that the erald glow on Ling Xiao’s body was not increasing but rapidly diminishing, and eventually disappeared altogether.
He stared at Ling Xiao in astonishnt as if he had seen a ghost.
"Go to hell!"
The Plague Demon King, sensing sothing wrong, quickly made a move, unwilling to let Ling Xiao continue to recover.
Even though he had yet to understand why Ling Xiao was immune to the plague of his true form, there was no ti left for him to think it through.
If Ling Xiao returned to normal, it would beco much harder for him to subdue this young man.
Crack!
The thick green right hand that the Plague Demon King had transford into was blocked by another large green hand in the air.
Behind Ling Xiao, a human-shaped shadow with three heads, six arms, green skin, blue long hair, and three eyes suddenly appeared.
This shadow exuded an aura that belonged to the Plague Demon King.
"What! What is that!"
The Plague Demon King was filled with boundless fear, and he hastily retreated over a dozen zhang away, watching Ling Xiao’s shadowy figure behind him with a terror-stricken heart.
The shadow reminiscent of a Martial Soul incited imnse dread in him.
"Nine Demonic Divine Art: Plague Demon King!"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Ling Xiao’s mouth, and he himself was also surprised. The "Nine Demon God Technique" combined with the essence of the Plague Demon King could actually create a brand-new Martial Soul of the Plague Demon King.
Moreover, from the mont this Martial Soul was ford, it was already at the Complete Soul entity stage, with power unimaginable.
He was now more interested than ever. Who exactly was the creator of the two exceptional techniques, "Soaring Cloud Step" and "Bull Demon Technique"?
The "Nine Demonic Divine Arts" originated from the "Bull Demon Technique" and could very well be a peerless marvel created on the basis of a Martial Soul.
Ling Xiao had previously suspected this but had not dared to confirm it. However, today, he finally understood that his conjecture was correct.
If he wanted to learn the complete "Nine Demon God Technique", it seed he would need to bring all Nine Great Demon Kings of the forr True Demon Empire into the Mountain and River World.
He even suspected that all soldiers and generals of the True Demon Empire, including the True Demon Emperor himself, were transford from Martial Souls.
After all, a Martial Soul is a kind of soul, just one that is loyal to Martial Artists.
Once these Martial Artists died, they would beco unowned entities, and it was not impossible for them to beco independent individuals.
This conjecture was so bold that even he was taken aback.
"Heh, your original form, the plague, doesn’t seem that impressive, does it? You can’t even poison to death, yet you still dream of dominance with this?"
Despite Ling Xiao’s seemingly casual words, he was very clear that the Plague Demon King’s original form of plague was too terrifying. If he had not practiced the "Nine Demon God Technique," he might have actually fallen here today.
This was definitely not a plague that ordinary Transcendent Realm Martial Artists could withstand.
"Senior! Who exactly are you?"
At first, the Plague Demon King sowhat suspected that Ling Xiao was playing tricks, but now he believed that there must be a powerful soul within Ling Xiao’s body, otherwise, he would not have been able to resist the attack of his original plague.
It was known that, with this original plague, he had killed a great number of Heavenly People and Cave Heaven Realm Martial Artists in the past.
Of course, as his cultivation level had fallen, the effect of the original plague had diminished a lot. However, with thirty percent of the original plague’s power, killing a Transcendent Realm Martial Artist below the third layer was easy, and even a fifth layer Transcendent Realm Martial Artist could not withstand it.
"I told you earlier to leave this place, and it was you who did not listen. Now, even if you want to escape, there’s no chance."
Ling Xiao revealed a cold smile and said, "I’ve changed my mind now. I intend to completely consolidate you into one of my Martial Souls. You should feel honored!"
"No—!"
The Plague Demon King fled desperately, as if he were running for his life.
He simply could no longer muster any courage to resist. The terror of Ling Xiao exceeded his imagination.
He must flee, for not fleeing ant certain death!
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