Xiao Long arrived beside Wang Teng and saw Zhuang Hongxia's rapidly declining vitality, his own face turning pale.
Wang Teng's blood energy grew increasingly violent, his eyes filled with extreme fury.
He turned towards the dying Zhuang Hongxia and said grimly, "I'll rip his head off for you to see."
Then, he placed a large pile of storage rings onto Xiao Long. "Help me find some medicine to heal her. I'll be back soon."
Xiao Long wanted to say something more, but Wang Teng had already transformed into a streak of blood-red light, charging towards the Sky Slayer tribesman who had ambushed Zhuang Hongxia.
His name was Shaloum, a sixth-realm Sky Slayer tribesman of noble standing, being a descendant of a Sky Slayer Supremacy.
Because of this, he could wield a celestial artifact. This bow was a spoils of war captured in this world.
The Void Bow could unleash Void Arrows that possessed no spiritual energy fluctuations and dealt immense damage.
However, limited by his own strength, Shaloum couldn't instantly kill Zhuang Hongxia with a single arrow.
Seeing Wang Teng charging at him, Shaloum displayed a look of disdain.
He did not believe Wang Teng was his match, as his cultivation was higher, and his equipment superior.
"Heh heh, I love seeing you humans in this state of rage and helplessness. Prodigies? Die for me!"
He nocked another arrow.
It was still silent, but this time it was aimed directly at Wang Teng.
This bow was the Bow of the Sixth Son; when fired from the front, its silent attribute was negated.
However, just as Shaloum expected Wang Teng to dodge frantically, the arrow pierced Wang Teng's body.
Blood splattered, and Wang Teng felt a destructive intent spreading within him.
"Is this the kind of damage she endured?"
The pain and wounds did not make Wang Teng retreat; his rage burned even hotter.
He was a body refiner, and not just any ordinary one.
His physical strength was terrifying, equivalent to the body of a half-step Mahayana realm expert.
This arrow could incapacitate Zhuang Hongxia, but for him, he could withstand two more.
Shaloum was also stunned; he hadn't expected this brat to stand his ground without dodging.
"Haha, so he's just an idiot!"
He drew the bowstring again, a blue arrow coalescing.
Wang Teng roared, his entire being resembling a blood-colored beast, like a provoked giant dragon.
When Shaloum's gaze met Wang Teng's, his entire mind felt a surge of blood energy.
It was as if ten thousand giant dragons were charging at him, instilling a hint of fear.
But he quickly shook his head. "Damn it, how can I be intimidated by his gaze!"
However, in those few seconds, Wang Teng had already reached him.
The overwhelming blood energy made Shaloum shudder.
"Damn it, how did I get close to him!"
Yet, Shaloum still believed he couldn't possibly lose to Wang Teng. Human prodigies, even if they could kill opponents of higher cultivation, had their limits.
This Wang Teng could at best be considered to have the combat power of the early Soul Transformation stage... right?
He let out a wild laugh, sheathed the Void Bow, and produced a long saber.
This saber was also a Saint artifact, truly befitting a Supremacy's descendant with so many possessions.
"I like your rage. If you were a bit more desperate, I'd be even happier."
He swung the saber, and dazzling lightning flashed before Wang Teng.
However, Wang Teng revealed a ferocious grin.
His body seethed with scalding hot blood, forming a set of blood-red armor that encased him.
This armor was carved with countless dragons.
It was vastly stronger than the previous Shattered Jade Hegemon Body Art.
This was also a reward from the Dragon Blood Battle Emperor after Wang Teng conquered the third level of the Ascension Tower.
It was the Dragon Blood Battle Emperor's own cultivation technique, 'Dragon Blood Unrivaled'.
But its cultivation method was extremely demanding, the primary requirement being mastery of dragon-related "momentum," and it could only be practiced after completing blood refinement.
Thus, Wang Teng only began cultivating this technique after entering this world.
As a technique from an Immortal Emperor, it was undoubtedly a top-tier immortal-grade cultivation method.
The lightning saber struck Wang Teng's armor, sparks of blood-red light erupting, causing a slight crack, but... it failed to break through the defense.
To breach this defense, another strike would be needed.
Shaloum's pupils contracted; this was entirely beyond his expectations. How could a body refiner at the Marrow Cleansing realm withstand two strikes from a sixth-realm Sky Slayer wielding a Saint artifact?
"How is this possible..."
The next moment, a red, scale-covered claw reached out, clamping onto Shaloum's face.
"Mmph mph mph..."
Shaloum struggled, but in the next instant, Wang Teng slammed his head into the ground.
"Boom!"
Like a blood-colored meteor, it crashed, carving a deep pit into the ground.
Then came a series of piercing screams. Shaloum tried to resist, but he was completely unable to.
Wang Teng first broke off the tentacles on his head, then punched his face repeatedly.
Each strike was imbued with the terrifying "Wrath of Ten Thousand Dragons" momentum, filling Shaloum's mind with roaring dragons.
He felt as if he was being torn apart by countless dragons, wanting to break free but unable to due to the immense blood energy.
The surrounding Sky Slayer tribesmen were terrified. Some wanted to intervene, but... just approaching them was enough to be affected by this momentum. They were stunned by Wang Teng's outburst.
Shaloum's aura grew weaker and weaker. He wanted to beg for mercy, but Wang Teng had already smashed his throat.
However, just as his life force was about to be extinguished, a terrifying aura manifested on Shaloum's body.
This was a protective mark left by a Sky Slayer Supremacy within him. For a moment, Wang Teng's raised fist could not land.
Shaloum breathed a sigh of relief, his face unrecognizable. But seeing Wang Teng trembling and unable to continue attacking, he displayed a mocking expression.
I have backing, do you?
But Wang Teng remained silent. The blood-red armor on his body ignited, transforming into golden flames.
The sky was once again torn open, and the scorching sunlight shone upon Wang Teng.
His fist transformed into a palm strike, slowly descending towards Shaloum.
"Heavenly Sun... Divine Palm."
This was his second palm strike of the day. Even if he was about to exhaust all his blood energy, it didn't matter; he had to kill this scoundrel today.
Although Shaloum was a Supremacy's descendant, he was not among the most powerful. The protective mark on him was not that formidable.
It was even inferior to the three marks Chu Yang had left on Xiao Long.
The scorching palm strike descended. All the surrounding Sky Slayer tribesmen dared not approach, forced to watch as Shaloum was consumed by the palm.
The protective shield was gradually dissolved by this palm strike.
Shaloum could no longer maintain his composure; he roared in terror, but his voice was unintelligible due to his damaged throat.
Then, his trembling fist struck his face, marking the end of his life.
Wang Teng shakily stood up, then tore off the head of the already lifeless Shaloum.
The armor on his body shattered. Holding Shaloum's head, he stumbled towards Zhuang Hongxia...