I Cheated While Cultivating

Black Hawk let out an utterly miserable scream; blood gushed like a fountain from the wound on its back, and without the support of its wings, it quickly lost balance and plummeted from the sky.

Blood spilled across the vast sky, filling the air with the stench of iron and death.

Bright red blood rained down from the heavens, scattering across the earth, splattering onto the bodies of small monsters, and some droplets even landed on the city walls, staining the soldiers’ armor crimson.

Shiny black feathers also started to drift down gently, fluttering chaotically as Black Hawk fell.

Zhou Heng, on the other hand, held a black feathered wing in each hand. His body flashed with a golden light, then he fell swiftly from the sky, and with a ‘thump,’ he landed firmly on the ground.

And after he had landed—

The wingless Black Hawk finally fell from the sky and crashed to the ground, creating a deep pit with its impact, blood flowing freely and dyeing the surrounding earth red.

At that moment, there was dead silence, not even the caw of a crow. Above the city walls in front of Changlin City, even breathing seemed to have halted.

Whether it was the little monsters who had just been celebrating the Demon King’s divine might, the city wall guards who had already fallen into despair, or Wang He, who was utterly exhausted, all were shocked to their cores, staring incredulously at the youth who had suddenly appeared.

What just happened?

What did that youth just do? Did he seem to leap dozens of feet into the air, grabbed Black Hawk’s wings, and just tore them off?

Many people reviewed what had happened just then, once again turning their gaze to Black Hawk, who now lay in a pit on the ground with blood still spurting from its body.

They finally realized what had just occurred.

“Am I, am I dreaming? Were Black Hawk’s wings really just torn off like that?”

“This is a Demon King, a great monster that even the City Lord couldn’t handle after burning his own bloodline. And it was defeated just like that?”

“So strong, so powerful, can humans really be this formidable? Is this youth really human, or… is he a demon?”

“Incredible, unbelievably incredible, beyond comprehension!”

The soldiers on the city walls were so shocked by the scene in front of them that they couldn’t help but chatter amongst themselves to alleviate the shock in their hearts and the complex emotions of coming back from the brink of despair.

Wang He, even more so, mustered all his strength to shakily stand, leaning on the city wall, looking at Zhou Heng below, and the state of Black Hawk, finally bursting into tears of joy, his previously pale face suddenly gaining a healthy flush.

When Zhou Heng ripped off Black Hawk’s wings, it wasn’t just the humans who were shocked; even the White Snake coiled on Zhou Heng’s shoulder was stunned, exclaiming in astonishment, “You, you’re that powerful? But that was a Demon King level monster!”

As it witnessed the moment Zhou Heng tore Black Hawk’s wing, its little eyes nearly popped out. It was utterly shocked, almost doubting if it was experiencing an illusion.

Only at this moment, did White Snake truly realize how terrifyingly powerful Zhou Heng really was.

“Great monster?” Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, chuckled, and said, “Is this standard already considered strong? Are there no more challenging ones?”

While speaking, he glanced at the reward notification he had just received.

“Congratulations! You have defeated the underwhelming enemy ‘Black Hawk’. Fortune Bag [Copper] +1.”

This Black Hawk didn’t even merit an ordinary rating.

Just “not worth a blow.”

It was roughly equivalent to a Peak of the Seventh Rank, about the same as ranks thirty to forty on the human rankings. For Zhou Heng now, it truly could be considered extremely weak.

“More powerful ones surely exist, like the veteran Demon Kings. The longer one reigns as a Demon King, the stronger they naturally become. This Demon King leading the monsters in attacking the city must have been newly promoted.”

The White Snake explained in a low and undertone.

Unusually, it didn’t argue back.

Because it had been frightened by the display of strength Zhou Heng had just shown.

Previously, whether it was being captured by him or being brought into its own Cave Sky world, the White Snake hadn’t been very afraid.

In the former case, it simply thought that since Zhou Heng was associated with the Empress, it was normal for him to be somewhat stronger, and though its own strength was not that considerable, if Zhou Heng had to face a real strong member of the Demon Clan, he would surely die.

In the latter case, there was even less to say; the White Snake had simply assumed it was an Illusion Technique.

But now, right in front of it, Zhou Heng had, in just an instant, nearly beaten a Demon King-level monster to death, which truly shocked it.

“So, you’re saying that older Demon Kings might be even stronger?” Zhou Heng furrowed his brows upon hearing this, contemplating Cheng Jianjian’s situation when she faced her opponents at Seven Lords Mountain.

With Cheng Jianjian’s strength, being third on the human rankings, even if she wasn’t as powerful as his current self, she likely wasn’t much weaker.

And with Cheng Jianjian carrying many powerful secret treasures, what sort of force must it have been to push her to resort to feigning death or to use a Life-saving Talisman or similar secrets to escape?

“Aaaah! Human, you, you deserve to die!!”

At this moment, the Black Hawk Demon King climbed out of the deep pit. It was enraged, its head already transformed into that of a hawk, a half-human, half-demon visage.

This Demon King, who had just been high and mighty, was now covered in blood. Even though the wound on its back had been forcibly sealed, it still looked extremely wretched.

“Be careful!” Wang He, lying on top of the city wall, took a deep breath, trying to warn Zhou Heng, “This, this monster is no simple creature, do, do not take it lightly!”

“Aaah! Human, go to hell, aah!” But Black Hawk Demon King simply roared and spread its arms, its palms having transformed into the shape of hawk claws, with nails shining with a sharp glint like blades of steel, attempting to claw at Zhou Heng’s head.

As a Demon King, it had crushed the heads of countless humans with similar attacks, including some demon slayers of considerable strength.

But this time, its opponent was Zhou Heng.

In the eyes of Zhou Heng, who was proficient in all kinds of martial arts, the Black Hawk Demon King’s attack, which was purely based on strength and speed but without any variation in technique, was full of flaws and easy to break.

“Why would a hawk learn to bark like a dog?” Zhou Heng sneered.

At the same time, he simply lifted his hands, mimicking the motion of picking flowers, smiled, and with a gentle flick of his fingers, he pierced right through the center of the Black Hawk Demon King’s palms, effortlessly puncturing the hawk claws.

Flower Picking Finger!

The two hawk claws were punctured, blood gushed forth, and bones shattered.

But before the Black Hawk Demon King could retreat or dodge, Zhou Heng’s movements changed, his finger techniques evolving into a claw technique, which was extremely sharp, yet yielding and infinitely mysterious.

Nine Yin Divine Claw!

Zhou Heng’s hands moved rapidly upward from the Black Hawk’s claws, unleashing finger strength along the way, crushing the Black Hawk’s arms, and finally grabbed onto the Black Hawk’s shoulders.

The Black Hawk’s heart surged with a premonition of imminent doom, feeling as if death was upon it, and hurriedly shouted, “Human, stop at once, my big brother is… ”

But before it could finish its sentence—

Crack!

Click!!

A series of bone-crushing sounds followed, and the Black Hawk Demon King actually split apart, its flesh, inner organs, intestines, and shattered bones spilling out.

It was as if it were a piece of paper, torn in half by Zhou Heng’s bare hands!!