513 I fear not being crushed to pieces

The suppression of bloodline, the suppression of strength, and the sharp broadsword beside the commander—this was the crescent blade that he had often heard of before.

His own tough skin, as hard as rock, was faintly turning into bronze after absorbing the power of the sacrifices he had received over the past few days. His broken limbs were also showing signs of bronze transformation.

If he hadn't been discovered, he would have continued to hide, having gained the mysterious power of the sacrifice, and in time he could have transformed into King Chengzu.

This magnificent land surely has a part of me; this vast territory, this abundant power.

A fleeting sense of resentment flashed by, and from within her skin emerged a strange, round statue, the size of a palm.

The lifelike Crimson Flame Golem—isn't that just like me?

With the golem in hand, a surge of urge and a bloodthirsty malice instantly arose in his mind.

The golem instantly flew into the air, and the Balrog commander Titan caught it in his hand in an instant.

Suddenly, a strange power entered his body, a power from the priesthood, powerful, chaotic, and filled with all sorts of desires.

'Great Lord, grant me strength. Please accept these offerings.'

'Great Demon God, please grant me revenge; I will give you anything.'

The various requests instantly revealed the statue's purpose. A smug feeling rose within him: 'How foolish, they tricked me so easily.'

Upon closer inspection, the statue clearly resembles one's own image, identical, lifelike, and vivid, as if it were another version of oneself.

He only needs to provide some of the power, or techniques like those used to create statues.

However, to transfer power and impart techniques, one must offer sacrifices to transfer the power.

His gaze turned serious as he examined the artifact closely. It even revealed a cultivation method for bloodline evolution, and the ability to summon a lower-ranking fire demon as a loyal subordinate.

Beyond that, it seemed there were other unknown and even more powerful techniques waiting for him to explore, but deep down, he was told that his sacrifice was insufficient to examine them.

Is it a divine weapon, the copper hammer in the hands of the Flame Demon General, or a cultivation method, the advanced sword technique he has always longed for, the Flame Fire Manual?

I was fortunate enough to witness the Flame Demon General's attack. The scorching crimson flames on his bronze hammer caused a hundred-foot-tall mountain to collapse in half with a single strike.

Commander Yanmo Jia's mind wavered again. He thought of the two beautiful figures beside the Yanmo City Lord that he had seen from afar. Although they were a bit fierce and a bit petite, he didn't mind them.

The inferior fire demon before me has not yet left the lava field and cannot even control its own appearance. It is a newborn without a decent suit of armor or even a light helmet.

The statue in his hand became increasingly lifelike, as if it understood the thoughts of the person before him who bore the same face.

Suddenly, a sense of being the chosen one began to rise within Commander Jia, like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, silently piercing through the clouds and striking his heart.

This thought, which he had never had before, was so strong and unique at this moment that it filled him with a strange excitement and anticipation.

At this moment, it felt as if he had a beautiful woman in his arms, the city lord's beautiful figure beside him, dazzling, moving, and respectfully nestled at his side.

She murmured to herself, 'I really am different.'

With a sudden, ruthless glint in his eyes, he made a swift decision: 'The secret can only be known by one person.'

In the blink of an eye, a ruthless intent and an unnamed killing intent surged forth, and he declared fiercely, 'My life, Jia's life, is destined to be different from ordinary people's; I am destined to forge a legendary path of my own.'

A magical seed took root and sprouted, containing boundless violent power and bloodthirsty force. The path to becoming a king was thus opened. Even Jia himself did not realize why; he only thought that this was the right thing to do, and that gaining power was the right thing to do.

He nodded slightly to his left and right, and his subordinates instantly understood, their crescent blades piercing through him.

A powerful force, pure physical strength, seemingly possessing the might of a thunderbolt, suddenly cleaved the Flame Demon's head in two with a sharp, piercing sound.

The hard, fiery demon's head, its eyes filled with disbelief, seemed to say, 'You broke your promise; how dare you break your oath!'

Before words could be uttered, the demon's head crumbled as easily as shattered stone under the fierce blow. The blade struck, instantly splitting the demon's head apart, sending fragments flying and releasing a pungent, sulfurous stench.

The head detached from the body and rolled away, turning into fine sand and dust in moments, returning to this place. Born here, died here, fallen leaves return to their roots.

On the ground, there was a red crystal, about the size of a peanut, irregularly bright red, unlike the earthy or orange-red color of ordinary fire demons.

Suddenly, the Flame Demon Commander unleashed a fierce, ruthless, and decisive horizontal slash with his crescent blade. Like a flash of silver light, it traced a dazzling arc, accompanied by the sound of death descending and the wind being cut. A powerful blade moved so fast that there was no time to react.

Caught completely off guard, unprepared, unable to believe it, and with no time to react.

With a full-force strike, the crescent blade sliced ​​through the subordinate's head in an instant, as easily as cutting tofu.

Heads flew up, turning into rubble that scattered in all directions, accompanied by intense sparks and the smell of burning.

With the crescent blade in hand and a hint of joy in his eyes, he stood firmly in place, his face showing no panic, only determination, resolve, madness, and ambition.

He whispered, 'It really is true.'

With his mind completely absorbed, a fleeting fragment of the sacrificial offering came to him in an instant, and he whispered, 'Power, since you need it, then I will grant it to you. I am your king.'

In an instant, the power was transmitted through the mysterious statue. His eyes, gleaming with excitement, watched the weak fire demon flee into the distance. He drew his sword, leaving no demon alive.

On the battlefield, the many demonic followers who were being sacrificed seemed to feel the king's attention.

They became even stronger, and the cultivation method was also passed on. Power, power, in an instant, three people broke through the terrifying power barrier, breaking through their own barriers in an instant. Martial King, Martial King.

With a single punch, King Wu's power caused the surrounding mist to explode, spreading thirty feet wide.

Suddenly, he developed a fanatical faith, had no one to rely on, and nowhere to seek redress for his grievances. He could only unleash his power with the kitchen knife, sickle, and rough wooden stick in his hand, and his scissors flew like arrows.

Power, power, power that can shatter the air—for some, it is an incredibly powerful source of motivation.

Like a raging fire, it burns deep within people's hearts, giving them endless courage and strength. To fulfill the impossible, even if it means being shattered to pieces, they are not afraid.

The three members of the Xuanji Sect, running at full speed, revealed all their trump cards. Without exchanging any words, the tall, panting figure in front gently shielded his beautiful, slender, and charming junior sister behind him.