He took nine steps in the air, each step creating an illusion, each step creating an afterimage. His aura was as heavy as a mountain in the abyss. He stood there quietly as if he was the only one in this world, like an invincible demon god descending to the mortal world. Behind him, a bloody light rushed up and evolved into a boundless massacre. There were golden spears and armored horses, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, thousands of miles of corpses and rivers of blood.
His black eyes flickered with black light, like two peerless divine swords hidden in their sheaths. It was more frightening and frightening than showing off its ability.
"You … what are you?"
The skinny Taoist grabbed Weiwei and kept retreating. He pointed at Du Kang and shouted. However, he looked fierce on the outside and was trembling in fear. "This aura is too terrifying. It doesn't belong to this world. He doesn't belong to this world. No, he isn't a creature of this great era!
Could it be … could it be that the legend is true? He came from the Remote Antiquity! "
Du Kang didn't say anything. His eyes flickered with black light as he glanced at the world. Dark clouds rolled above his head, yellow soil covered the sky, and gravel flew in the air. He raised his arm, and an inexplicable demonic pattern flashed with a green-gold light.
The sound of metal clanging was deafening. Not far away, Taoist Wufeng, who was already hiding on the branch of an old tree, was shaken by the clanging sound. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and he fell from the branch and fell heavily on the ground. His limbs were weak, and he couldn't get up at all. His heart was trembling, and he couldn't help but want to worship.
The tears at the corner of her eyes had not dried yet. Weiwei also widened her eyes and looked at Du Kang in disbelief. Although the body of the person in front of her was still Du Kang, his aura and temperament were completely different. Weiwei had cultivated for 1500 years and was almost on the verge of transforming into a dragon. She was infinitely close to breaking through the Great Way of Whims. Although her strength had dropped, her comprehension was still there.
In Weiwei's eyes, Du Kang was even more terrifying. His qi and blood were like the sea. He stood there like a bloody sun, and his aura was oppressive. The most frightening thing was the aura that Du Kang emitted. Just as the skinny Taoist said, it indeed didn't belong to this great era. It seemed to come from the legendary Remote Antiquity Era.
Du Kang's eyes wandered around and landed on An Ruoxi's face, who was lying limply on the ground. He said softly, "A walking corpse. Pathetic and pitiful."
As he finished speaking, he lightly tapped the air with his finger. A faint crisp sound came from An Ruoxi's body, as if something had shattered.
The light in An Ruoxi's eyes stagnated, and she looked around in a daze. Suddenly, she saw Wu Feng kneeling on the ground beside her, and her delicate body began to tremble violently. Her eyes were filled with emotions, and tears rolled down in pairs. For a moment, she was sobbing uncontrollably, but she was suppressed to the ground by the pressure emitted by Du Kang, unable to move. Otherwise, she would have already pounced on him.
"You better think this through. If you want to kill me, then this demoness won't be able to live either!"
The skinny Taoist roared fiercely and placed Weiwei in front of him. He grabbed Weiwei's fair neck with one hand and took out a small pearl net with the other.
Du Kang calmly looked at Weiwei, tilted his head and asked, "What relationship does she have with me?"
"Xiao Pang …" Weiwei opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't call out Du Kang's name. She just let her tears fall from her cheeks and gently closed her eyes, waiting for her own ending.
At this moment, the Heaven's Net in the skinny Taoist's hand suddenly rushed out. It grew with the wind and instantly became a large net of five meters in length and width, covering Du Kang.
Du Kang acted as if he didn't see this large net at all. He still stood quietly in mid-air until the Heaven's Net fell on his body. It suddenly tightened, and the crystalline net lines were even sharper than divine weapons.
The fallen leaves that were covered with it were smashed into fine powder before they could even touch it. The ashes scattered on the ground.
"Sssii!"
Du Kang grabbed the Heaven's Net with both hands and forcefully pushed outwards. There was a sound like cloth being torn apart. Du Kang tore a hole in the Heaven's Net and made his way out.
Holding the Heaven's Net in his hand, Du Kang grinned and sighed, "A hero's grave is the home of a gentle woman. This is a good place. I'll accept it."
Then, an inexhaustible brilliance flickered in his palm, and the [Inescapable Net], which was even harder than gold and jade, was refined. In the end, only three hundred and sixty-five White Bone Beads were left, and they revolved ceaselessly around his fingertip.
"Return!"
365 White Bone Beads turned into a handful of white light and rushed into Du Kang's sea of consciousness. They turned into a sky full of stars, shining brightly and dimly.
"No, this can't be!"
The skinny Daoist couldn't believe it and stepped back step by step. He unconsciously increased the strength of his fingers and his dry fingers actually dug into Weiwei's flesh. Fresh blood flowed out and flowed down her white and tender neck.
"I've already told you too much. After sleeping for countless years, I wanted to change my personality, but I didn't expect that I would still see such filth and filth. You deserve to be killed. I'll start with you. Let me kill a path of peace, okay?"
The person that Du Kang said actually disappeared into thin air. The skinny Daoist looked around in fear and shouted. Drops of cold sweat flowed down from his forehead.
"Sssii!"
The void was torn apart like a piece of cloth. An arm reached out from within and pierced through the skinny Daoist's chest. The bloody hand was holding onto Weiwei's beating heart. The blood was steaming with white steam.
The skinny Daoist's triangular eyes were wide open. He opened his mouth and screamed in pain. His dry body shook like a sieve and quickly shriveled. His essence, Qi, and spirit turned into white steam and were swallowed into Du Kang's mouth.
The skinny Daoist's body was like a broken piece of porcelain. It was covered in cracks and his flesh was split open. His bones could be seen but not a single drop of blood flowed out.
Du Kang's arm shook violently, and with a crack, the scrawny Taoist's body crumbled, turning into a handful of ashes that fell to the ground. Just a moment ago, he was so ferocious that he wanted Weiwei to be a slave who only knew how to be greedy, and the devil who wanted to refine Du Kang into a corpse slave. Now, he was turned into ashes, dead and gone.
Weiwei fell and was pulled into Du Kang's arms. He lowered his head and looked at Weiwei's tear-stained eyes. His fingers touched the tears at the corner of her eyes. He put the tip of his tongue into his mouth and tasted it carefully.
"Salty, slightly astringent, but also a little happy. Bitterness in sorrow, joy in bitterness. You are actually happy for my rebirth and crying for my rebirth. Why?"
Du Kang bent down and stuck out the tip of his tongue, gently licking the tear on Weiwei's cheek. "Why does my heart hurt?
"Who are you?"
Du Kang wiped his palm and the greenish-black light that was suppressing Weiwei dissipated. She finally regained her freedom. Her big eyes stared at Du Kang without blinking. She did not answer. Instead, she stretched her arms and hugged Du Kang tightly. Her red lips moved closer to Du Kang's ear and whispered, "You are my Xiao Pang."
"Xiao Pang?"
The dark gold light in Du Kang's eyes flickered and there was a trace of confusion. He muttered this familiar yet strange name repeatedly. Countless scenes flashed before his eyes but he could not see them clearly.
At this moment, there was a clear tinkle. The skinny Daoist's body turned into ashes and a palm-sized green stone rolled out, emitting waves of chanting.
Du Kang seemed to feel something. He turned his head and saw the green light in front of him brightly. The Sanji Zhen turned into a stream of light and rushed into Du Kang's sea of consciousness. With a loud bang, waves surged into the sky like the sun in the middle of the sky. The black flame sun was knocked away. The two confronted each other like the sun and the moon shining together.