World-Ending Demon Emperor-Chapter 67 - 64 Astonishing Breakthrough The Act of a Beast!

67: Chapter 64: Astonishing Breakthrough, The Act of a Beast!

67 -64: Astonishing Breakthrough, The Act of a Beast!

Lanling sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to wait for the Dragon Force tempering by Yao Xing.

“Master, I have an idea,” Yao Xing said.

“Speak,” Lanling said.

“This time we have absorbed a lot of Dragon Force, so I think we should not only enhance the strength of the arms but also appropriately strengthen the waist,” Yao Xing said, “The waist is the central axis of the human body and the key to all bodily strength.

If the strength of the arms and waist becomes too imbalanced, it could lead to lumbar spine damage.”

What Yao Xing said made sense, and Lanling replied, “Then let’s do as you suggest.”

He closed his eyes and entered the Spiritual Illusion Realm, where he could clearly see Yao Xing in the darkness.

At this moment, it was much brighter than before, which showed that the recent absorption had been extremely substantial.

With a “Boom!” the light of Yao Xing suddenly contracted, releasing a powerful ripple of Dragon Force energy, moving it to the dantian, then into the meridians of the arms, abruptly unleashing it.

Instantly, Lanling distinctly felt his arm twitch violently, swell, and sear as if about to combust.

It seemed the power was indeed too great.

“Boom…

Boom…

Boom…”

Following that, Yao Xing continued to release Dragon Force, inch by inch transforming Lanling’s arm meridians.

It was even more painful than before due to the wild increase in energy.

After a full five hours, the arm meridians transformation was complete.

Next, the bones in the arms were modified, taking three hours.

Finally, the strength in the arms was transformed, a process that took two hours.

After an entire ten hours, the Dragon Force tempering of the arms was finished.

“How much strength do my arms have now?” Lanling inquired.

“Four hundred jin,” Yao Xing replied, “Approximately the standard of a Level Three Samurai Archer.”

Lanling was overwhelmed with joy; his target had been only three hundred jin, yet he had actually broken through to four hundred jin.

This time, the Dragon Force tempering had increased his arm strength by one hundred and fifty jin.

“How much of the absorbed Dragon Force energy remains?” Lanling asked.

“Eighty percent is still left,” Yao Xing answered.

Lanling was truly astonished; a one hundred and fifty jin increase in strength had used only a fifth of the Dragon Force.

He was well aware that to increase one jin of strength through Dragon Force tempering, at least hundreds of times more energy was usually required.

Moreover, Yao Xing had only absorbed a small part of Meng Tuoluo’s Dragon Force.

“Master, next, I will perform Dragon Force tempering on your waist, which will consume much more Dragon Force energy,” Yao Xing said, “Because the waist has many more meridians than the arms and its volume is also much larger.”

“Then what was the original strength of my waist?” Lanling asked.

“If you include hip strength and the thighs, the extreme limit would be close to two hundred jin,” Yao Xing replied, “The strength of the waist is rarely discussed in isolation.”

“Understood,” Lanling said.

Next, Yao Xing performed Dragon Force tempering on Lanling’s waist and hip area.

As before, it was a continuous release of Dragon Force energy, inch by inch tempering the waist meridians.

This time, it took a full eight hours just to temper the waist meridians.

Then came the bones of the waist, and finally the muscles.

In the end, the complete tempering took a total of seventeen hours.

“Master, your waist strength has now reached three hundred jin,” Yao Xing reported, “This time, the Dragon Force tempering increased your waist strength by one hundred and fifty jin.”

“Now, how much of the absorbed Dragon Force remains?” Lanling asked.

“Thirty percent,” Yao Xing answered.

Lanling was astounded; the Dragon Force tempering of the waist indeed consumed a great deal, about three to four times that of the arms.

“The remaining thirty percent of Dragon Force, I will store for your future needs,” Yao Xing said.

Of course, by “future needs,” he was referring to critical hits.

A martial artist typically has three to five opportunities for Dragon Force critical hits per day.

And the effect of a critical hit might be two to three times that of a normal attack.

Lanling asked, “Then, with the Dragon Force you’ve stored now, how many critical hits can I achieve?”

“Roughly, around one hundred times.

Along with your own Bloodline Dragon Force, you still have three critical hit opportunities per day,” Yao Xing said.

“My own Bloodline Dragon Force?

Do I also have a Dragon Bloodline?” Lanling was astonished.

“Of course.

You’ve been tested; it’s a golden Dragon Vein,” Yao Xing replied, “This is likely because you come from another world.”

“But when I was on Earth, I had no such thing as Dragon Force,” Lanling said.

“That’s because Earth doesn’t have an energy environment, whereas the Flame Dragon World does.

After you crossed over to this world, the Dragon Force in your bloodlines gradually reawakened,” Yao Xing explained.

Lanling said, “That means the normal Martial Arts cultivation of humans in this world can still be useful to me.”

“Yes,” Yao Xing said, “but that’s just icing on the cake.

The fastest way to improve your cultivation is undoubtedly through absorbing energy.”

“How about the talent of my Dragon Bloodline?” Lanling asked.

Yao Xing replied, “Your Bloodline Dragon Force is slowly awakening, so in addition to spirit talent, your other talents are still growing and have not settled.”

“Isn’t spirit talent part of the Dragon Vein talents?” Lanling asked in astonishment.

“To some extent, it is,” Yao Xing said, “Spirit talent is transcendental and independent.”

At this time, the Dragon Force tempering had completely finished, and Lanling’s cultivation level had formally exceeded the original anticipated target, reaching the standard of a level-three Samurai archer.

The entire process of Dragon Force tempering took a day and a night.

Now, less than nine days remained until the graduation exam.

Lanling left the room to look for Meng Tuoluo, but Meng Tuoluo had already decided not to meet her.

Moreover, the entire Poisonous Snake Tribe was preparing to relocate southward and leave the Hundred Thousand Mountains to settle in the Barbaric Wilderness Continent southward; this was the price for not killing Suo Lun.

Otherwise, in a fit of rage, Zhi Ning and Zhi Li could have wiped out the Barbarians of the Poisonous Snake Tribe completely within a few months.

Thus, Lanling’s question remained unasked—just who was that man who had hurt Meng Tuoluo so deeply?

Nevertheless, Meng Tuoluo had prepared a beast mount for her, along with two bows, one weighing 350 pounds and the other 500 pounds.

The former bow was for normal use.

The latter bow was for use during a Bloodline Dragon Force critical hit.

There were also a hundred arrows, all coated with black gold.

Besides, there was a package.

Lanling opened it to find the head of the Shadow Spider Queen.

At the moment, the South Barbarian Border City was offering a bounty for the head of the Shadow Spider Queen, totaling over a thousand Gold Coins.

And strictly speaking, the Shadow Spider Queen was indeed slain by Lanling.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed a line of words on the head of the Shadow Spider Queen: “The head contains deadly poison, do not touch.”

The brain of the Shadow Spider Queen contained deadly poison?

But that was to be expected, and Lanling quickly tied the bag tightly.

Then, under the leadership of the Barbarian Army Leader, Lanling was blindfolded, mounted the beast, and left the Poisonous Snake Tribe of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

…

He distinctly felt that the beast mount could move over steep mountains as if it were treading on flat ground.

After racing wildly through the mountains for two days and two nights, Lanling finally left the Hundred Thousand Mountains and arrived at the wilderness on the southern frontier.

The Barbarian Army Leader pointed towards the east to indicate the direction of the Shadow Spider Queen’s cave, then spurred his mount and galloped back into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, quickly disappearing from sight.

Lanling, wearing the Barbarian’s beast fur clothes and a mask with the emblem of the Poisonous Snake Tribe on it, was not to be attacked by either other Barbarians or hunters; at least this was the case for now.

Should Zhi Ning and Zhi Li turn hostile, then any savage bearing the emblem of the Poisonous Snake Tribe would be doomed.

Without resting, racing madly through the wilderness for two days and two nights, he finally reached a familiar place.

This lake was the exact place where Meng Tuoluo brought Lanling to after escaping the Shadow Lord’s cave, where he first awoke.

They were only a few dozen miles away from the Shadow Spider Queen’s cave.

Lanling identified the direction and then headed south again, re-entering the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

After traversing the steep mountain paths for several dozen miles, he suddenly saw the familiar cliff and the familiar canyon.

He dismounted from the beast and sneaked into the valley, soon encountering the entrance to the Shadow Spider Queen’s cave.

…

“Big Brother, we’ve slept with all the women here, except for this one with the hottest body and prettiest face,” a sleazy voice said from inside, “but her martial arts are too strong.

Once we release her spider silk, she’ll attack us.

Yet, without releasing her silk, we can’t have her.”

“This woman, I’ve claimed her,” another sinister voice rose, saying slowly, “The moment I saw her in the inn, I swore I would have her.”

“Is that so?

If you have the guts, come and try,” a familiar voice responded.

It was Ye Jingyu’s.

From this brief dialogue, Lanling could deduce a fact unbearably evil and vile.

On that day, after the Shadow Spider Queen was killed by Lanling, Meng Tuoluo took him and left without looking back.

Only the Barbarians of the Poisonous Snake Tribe were saved; the rest were left in the cave to fend for themselves.

Each one was tightly bound by spider silk, completely immobilized.

However, some were fortunate enough to have the silk covering them torn by Meng Tuoluo’s sword or by the bones fired by the Shadow Spider Queen during the battle.

Thus, they were freed, while the rest remained bound by spider silk.

Then, the ugliest scene unfolded.

This group began killing and violating the women.

As that sleazy man said, nearly every woman had been violated by them, all except for Ye Jingyu.

Because Ye Jingyu’s martial arts were too strong, they dared not release the silk binding her.

Lanling felt an immense relief that at least Ye Jingyu was still alive and had not been defiled.

“Your martial arts might be slightly better than mine, but I’m also a high-level Samurai, and I have more than a dozen brothers with me,” that sinister voice spoke up.

“Moreover, you don’t eat human flesh, and you’ve been starving for over ten days now.

But now, do you still have the strength to fight?”

“You’re welcome to try,” Ye Jingyu retorted coldly, and despite the ferocity in her voice, a distinct weakness was evident.

“No, there’s no need,” the sinister voice said, “I’ve sent people to South Barbarian Border City to buy the Vein-Severing Soul Water.

It will arrive soon.

Once I feed you the Vein-Severing Soul Water, all of your veins will be ruined, and all of your martial arts will fade away.

Then you’ll be at my mercy.

I’ve said it since I first laid eyes on you at the inn: I must have you, and not just once.

I want you to be my woman every day.”