Chapter 146 Let me be your opponent instead

Upon triggering [Thunderbolt Flash], Cheng Feng transformed into a streak of fierce lightning, rapidly closing in on the Ghost White Tiger as an extremely swift afterimage.

The Thunder Quick Draw, whose trajectory was impossible to track, flashed and vanished in mid-air in an instant. The razor-sharp blade tore through the atmosphere, severing the Ghost White Tiger’s lifeline.

When Cheng Feng flashed behind the beast, the blade of his slashing Thunder Cutter was stained with fresh blood, droplets trickling down to form a striking and startling pattern on the ground.

"Impossible, how could I..." The Ghost White Tiger wore a look of utter disbelief, staggering and swaying for two steps.

It never imagined that it would actually perish at the hands of a mere human. Feelings of resentment and frustration echoed in its mind.

However, the intense pain throughout its body quickly overwhelmed its consciousness, and it finally collapsed helplessly.

Cheng Feng slowly sheathed his blade.

[Ding! Detected that the host has slain a divine-beast-class monster.]

[Detection complete. The slain target is the Ghost White Tiger.]

[Rewarded with two superpowers.]

[Acquired active skill: Blood Shadow Heavenly Dance +1]

[Acquired active skill: Substitute +1]

Hearing the system prompt, Cheng Feng was slightly dazed.

Blood Shadow Heavenly Dance? What a flashy skill name.

Skills designated as "Dances" were the most powerful techniques that only elite-level demon hunters could learn.

Just like Liu Shiyuh's Extreme Ice Banquet Dance, or Wang Yuming's Sandstorm Fall Dance... these were all decisive, ultimate killing moves.

Through the system, Cheng Feng had finally successfully acquired this ability as well.

Soon, the information regarding the two new abilities flooded into Cheng Feng's consciousness.

[Blood Shadow Heavenly Dance] was an immensely powerful and destructive ultimate move.

[Substitute] was a skill that allowed the caster to leave behind a phantom decoy to absorb incoming attacks when facing strikes too fast to dodge, while the true body instantly teleported to another location.

On the other side.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Ghost Spirit Kite swung her demon sword at high speed, unleashing crescent-shaped sword qi that tore through the atmosphere, blasting the ground into clouds of turbid, murky dust.

The Ghost Shura shifted and evaded at lightning speed; not a single attack could touch it.

However, the sword qi attacks unleashed by the Ghost Spirit Kite were primarily intended to seal off the Ghost Shura's evasion routes. Her true trump card was already prepared.

Spotting an opportunity for a surprise attack, the Ghost Spirit Kite darted forward with swallow-like agility, shooting straight toward the Ghost Shura.

The demon sword, shimmering with an aquamarine luster, grew increasingly bright in her hand. Surging energy filled the blade, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.

The Ghost Spirit Kite had infused a massive amount of demonic power into the demon sword, causing the power contained within it to skyrocket.

She was confident that this sword strike would, barring any accidents, undoubtedly slay the Ghost Shura.

Yet this so-called confidence shattered a few seconds later.

Aiming at the Ghost Shura's neck, the Ghost Spirit Kite swung her right arm, and the demon-infused blade slashed outward, tearing a sonic boom from the air.

"Useless."

Even in the face of the Ghost Spirit Kite's sudden and fierce surprise attack, the Ghost Shura still reacted in time, swiftly raising its arm to directly block her powerful slash.

"Clang!" Intense sparks flew from the point where the blade collided with the wrist.

Under the terrifying impact, the ground beneath the Ghost Shura's feet erupted into a dense web of cracks.

Yet its expression remained calm, as if it had suffered no harm whatsoever, catching the sword completely unscathed.

"How is that possible?!"

A wave of astonishment washed over the Ghost Spirit Kite. Her menacing sword strike felt as though it hadn't landed on a flesh-and-blood arm, but rather on immensely hard steel.

Before swinging this sword, she had already considered that the Ghost Shura was not holding a weapon; even if it reacted in time, it could at most use its arm to block her attack.

In that case, even if she couldn't kill the Ghost Shura, she could at least sever one of its arms.

At this very moment, however, the Ghost Spirit Kite never expected such an unforeseen situation.

Her sword had sliced open the Ghost Shura's sleeve, revealing a wrist covered in dragon scales. The pale-blue dragon scales gleamed under the sunlight, reflecting a cold and forbidding brilliance.

Semi-demonic transformation!

This was an ability that allowed a portion of one's limbs to manifest the true form of a monster.

By exposing the true form of the Azure Dragon on its arm, the Ghost Shura had effortlessly blocked the Ghost Spirit Kite's full-strength sword strike.

"Do you finally understand? The throne belongs to the strong. Compared to me, you are still far, far behind."

The Ghost Shura sneered, suddenly launching a heavy palm strike. Its palm was wreathed in shining blue light, slamming heavily into the Ghost Spirit Kite's abdomen and ruthlessly sending her flying backward.

Without rushing to pursue and finish her off, the Ghost Shura heard the commotion from the other side and cast its cold gaze in that direction.

Just in time, it witnessed Cheng Feng executing Thunderbolt Flash and instantly slaughtering the Ghost White Tiger—a sight that caused the otherwise composed Ghost Shura to reveal a trace of surprise.

As one of the three great divine beast generals, the Ghost White Tiger possessed exceptionally formidable combat prowess. Its strength was highly regarded by the Ghost Shura, yet it had actually lost to a mere human.

Could this human possess such terrifying strength?

The Ghost White Tiger was slain without even getting a chance to manifest its divine beast true form... Had it not witnessed it with its own eyes, the Ghost Shura would never have believed it.

If the Ghost White Tiger had been given the chance to reveal its divine beast true form, it might not necessarily have lost to Cheng Feng.

But everything was already too late.

For a split second, the Ghost Shura even wondered if its eyes were playing tricks on it.

The next moment, its internal vigilance toward Cheng Feng was raised to the maximum level.

The Ghost Shura decided to kill its younger sister first, and then go eliminate this human; the threat this human posed to it was simply too great.

At that moment, Cheng Feng had just finished off the Ghost White Tiger. After acquiring his two new abilities, his gaze swept toward the direction of the Ghost Vermilion Bird.

He saw her locked in a fierce, evenly matched battle with the Ghost Xuanwu. The strengths of these two demon generals were on par, making it impossible to determine a winner for the moment, and they seemingly did not require reinforcement.

Cheng Feng's gaze immediately shifted toward the princess, where he saw the Ghost Princess spitting blood, leaning on her sword, and half-kneeling on the ground.

Meanwhile, the Ghost Shura was walking toward her, preparing to deliver the fatal blow.

Alarmed, Cheng Feng did not hesitate for a second and immediately launched an electric ray to intercept it.

His dark eyes lit up with a blue glow like glowing lightbulbs, radiating a dazzling brilliance before instantly shooting forth two beams of concentrated electricity straight at the target.

Sensing the approaching danger, the Ghost Shura glanced over and struck out with a palm across the air.

A palm wind resembling a surging, furious dragon roared forward. Along its path, soil and gravel were pulverized into dust, sand billowed, and the earth tore open in a dense web of fissures.

"Boom!"

Within a mere breath, the electric ray and the palm wind collided head-on.

A intense shockwave erupted instantly, and a destructive wave of wind expanded outward from the center, sweeping across all directions.

The initial clash of their techniques resulted in an even match.

"Let me be your opponent instead." Cheng Feng stepped forward to meet it.

Seeing that it was Cheng Feng blocking its path, the Ghost Shura's expression turned extremely gloomy as it uttered in a chilling voice, "Human... you have repeatedly ruined my grand plans. I will kill you first."

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

As Shen Changqing walked along the road, whenever he encountered acquaintances, they would exchange greetings or nods.

Yet, no matter who it was, everyone's face remained devoid of excess expression, as though they were utterly indifferent to everything.

To this, Shen Changqing was already accustomed.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Division, an institution dedicated to maintaining stability in the Great Qin Empire. Its primary duty was to slay demons, ghosts, and monsters, though it naturally handled a few other auxiliary tasks as well.

It could be said that every single person in the Demon Suppression Division had blood on their hands.

When a person grew accustomed to witnessing life and death, they would inevitably become indifferent to many things.

When he first arrived in this world, Shen Changqing had felt somewhat unaccustomed to it, but as time passed, he grew used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division was massive.

Those who could remain within the Demon Suppression Division were either immensely powerful experts or individuals with the potential to become experts.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter category.

The Demon Suppression Division was divided into two main professions: Demon Suppression Envoys and Demon Extermination Envoys.

Anyone who entered the Demon Suppression Division started from the lowest tier as a probationary Demon Extermination Envoy, and then gradually climbed the ranks, ultimately aspiring to become a Demon Suppression Envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor had been a probationary Demon Extermination Envoy within the Demon Suppression Division, occupying the very lowest rank among extermination envoys.

Possessing the memories of his predecessor, he was intimately familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

Without taking too much time, Shen Changqing stopped in front of a pavilion.

Unlike the rest of the Demon Suppression Division, which was filled with a stern and murderous aura, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, radiating a different kind of tranquility amidst the blood-soaked division.

At this moment, the pavilion doors were wide open, and people occasionally entered and exited.

Shen Changqing hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside.

Upon entering the pavilion, the atmosphere abruptly changed.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint trace of blood rushed toward him, causing his brow to knit instinctively before quickly relaxing.

The lingering scent of blood on everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was a stench that was virtually impossible to wash away completely.