Fan Wubing was intoxicated by this experience of "immortality," "My body reaches the heavens, my path is eternal..."

He took a step forward to stand in front of He Chen, fiercely grabbing onto his remaining two arms, then tearing them apart with brute force.

He Chen was still lost in a daze of "he was unharmed, he was unharmed" that he didn't even react when he was left with only his head.

It wasn't until the Flying Sword Peach Blossom pierced his brow that he screamed in terror, "You dare to kill me? You dare to kill me! I am one of the Nine Demon Lords, the Demon Lord! Do you know what a Demon Lord is!"

Fan Wubing's voice was eerie, "Only those with no other options will desperately try to oppress others with their status. Coincidentally, you have no other options, and coincidentally, you're desperate."

"You dare to devour my will!"

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

The fear in He Chen's eyes suddenly turned to despair because... the true form of the Demon Lord behind him had collapsed. This signified that he indeed had no more options. The Devouring Skill was consuming everything of his... He felt this irresistible devouring power, realizing that Fan Wubing's abilities were far beyond what he had displayed on the surface.

As a Demon Lord, he was acutely aware that a Demon Cultivator could become an unparalleled Great Demon with just Fan Wubing's Devouring Skill. Because this Devouring Skill had been tainted with the mysterious Heavenly Dao.

The might of the Heavenly Dao is unfathomable.

Fan Wubing's voice became his last death knell, "You just thought of finding me, killing me, obtaining my Blood Burning Skill, and thus completing your divine power. But have you considered, if I kill you, I can achieve the same? Everything in the world is tied to the word 'karma,' isn't it?"

Through the Devouring of "Tongue Desire," Fan Wubing learned He Chen's true purpose.

It was precisely for the "Blood Burning Skill" he held in his hands.

He was about to continue using "Tongue Desire" to devour and digest to gain more information when suddenly, He Chen cried out in agitation, "Jiang Sha, Jiang Sha! Save me, save me!"

Fan Wubing was immediately startled.

What's going on, is there an accomplice?

But immediately after, He Chen seemed to face some immense terror, screaming in horror, "You came to kill me, you actually came to kill me! No, no! We are partners, we are from the same sect! No—"

His voice abruptly stopped, and his presence suddenly collapsed, disappearing without a trace.

The surrounding fell into a dead silence, everything returned to a certain stillness.

Fan Wubing gradually came back to his senses, "Just now... it seemed like a tremendous will had arrived here."

But it wasn't here to save this defeated Demon Lord, it came to "silence witnesses." "Silence witnesses" for the simple reason, this "person" knew some significant and unfavorable secret.

Fan Wubing let out a long breath, "Although I couldn't completely devour all his Divine Techniques, Cultivation Technique, and memories, thankfully... at least the last three volumes of the 'Blood Burning Skill' are completely intact..."

Aside from that, there was also a Divine Technique, and...

He looked to the side. The giant sword that He Chen had crafted from his ribs was stuck in the ground, its menacing aura suppressed somewhat, but it was still evident as the existence of a demon weapon.

He felt no psychological burden and was about to put this giant sword into the Qiankun Bag.

But, it wouldn't go in.

Not because the Qiankun Bag was full, but because this sword was a living being... The Qiankun Bag couldn't store living beings, those that can are generally called "Little Heavens."

A living weapon? If it were a Lifebound Flying Sword, Fan Wubing could have put it into the Purple Mansion, but this wasn't a Lifebound Flying Sword.

He couldn't just walk around carrying this thing, that would be like writing "I am a Demon Cultivator" directly on his face.

"Wait, I remember He Chen pulled this sword from his own ribs... how did he do that?"

He quickly searched through the scant memories of He Chen that he had digested through "Tongue Desire."

Then, he actually found it, and it was associated with a Divine Technique named "Demonic Body Weaponization."

The last three volumes of the "Blood Burning Skill" were complex, beyond immediate comprehension. Fan Wubing then decided to ponder over this "Demonic Body Weaponization."

['Demonic Body Weaponization']

[Type: Physical Divine Technique]

[Grade: No Grade]

["With my demonic body forge the Divine Court, with my Divine Court nurture a hundred weapons"]

[Ability: You can mold flesh, forging a Divine Court, turning every inch of flesh into various weapons, and also turn various weapons into your own flesh. "Pull bones to make a sword, pull tendons to make a whip; turn blood into rivers, turn flesh into mountains."]

[Achieving perfection grants a passive talent "Divine Court Hundred Soldiers"]

["Divine Court Hundred Soldiers": You are the master of a hundred weapons, with extreme control over all weaponry, the degree depends on "physical strength"]

Fan Wubing cried.

Not because this Divine Technique was so powerful, but because of the words in the passive talent "Divine Court Hundred Soldiers" - "the degree depends on 'physical strength'."

Look, look! What beautiful words.

Finally, a Divine Technique that isn't associated with "soul strength"!

Without hesitation, he sat down and began to cultivate.

Before long, the Divine Technique slot joyfully welcomed a new Divine Technique, "Demonic Body Weaponization."

After acquiring "Demonic Body Weaponization," he immediately understood how to handle He Chen's giant sword.

He approached the ferociously bloody giant sword.

The sword was half a head taller than him.

He leapt up, grasped the hilt, and then his physical form surged with a momentum, instantly stirring it.

Then, its size and appearance began to change according to Fan Wubing's will. First, it shrank to about the size of a regular long sword, and then discarded its previously arrogant and terrifying appearance, retracting the blood skull on the sword's surface, transforming into a plainly styled long sword.

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