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However, being an old man of over a hundred years, he only needed a moment to understand the twists and turns of this matter.

"It must be that Hong Jiuxiang had sensed something amiss and had Hong Dingtian leave secretly,"

Zhao Zongwu frowned and said, "Then it\'s very likely he\'s carrying something extraordinary on him."

"Should we make a move to stop him?" Li Hongxiu blinked.

"No!"

Zhao Zongwu shook his head, saying seriously, "We are probably no match for him."

"We need to report this to the Bureau," he pondered briefly then asked, "Can you place a curse on him?"

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Li Hongxiu closed her eyes, then opened them.

A handful of her hair gradually turned to ash and floated away.

"Done!" Li Hongxiu\'s complexion turned somewhat pale.

Cursing a powerful figure like Hong Dingtian without being noticed was not easy for her.

"Well done," Zhao Zongwu nodded and said, "Let\'s go find the Bureau."

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"This is the place. Buried beneath this underground palace lies the secret treasure passed down by generations of the Hong Family. Very few within the entire Hong Family know of this matter."

Under the lead of Hong Tong.

Su Heng navigated several twists and turns, finally arriving at a secluded building near the cliff.

The cylindrical tower was about thirty meters tall, uniformly dusty yellow, with the top having slots for shooting arrows and no other windows besides that.

At first glance, it looked no different from the surrounding earthen towers.

But when Su Heng extended his perception downward, he could detect a vast network of underground passageways, the destinations unknown.

From this discovery, it appeared Hong Tong\'s words were reliable.

"My lord, I have successfully brought you to the place. May I ask if you could lift me up and spare me?"

Hong Tong wore a flattering smile, bowing submissively and continuously kowtowing toward Su Heng.

The instinct to survive had overtaken everything else in his consciousness.

What delighted him even more was,

"Alright!" Su Heng nodded expressionlessly, unexpectedly agreeing to his plea.

"Thank you, my lord Bureau Chief, long live the Bureau!" Hong Tong shouted ecstatically, almost wanting to kowtow three times right then and there.

Bang!

The sealed stone door before them suddenly trembled, cracks spreading, and then it exploded open.

A cloud of dust and fragments filled the air as a flash of red light appeared.

The red light twisted and expanded, quickly turning into a fierce, scorching flame. The flames surged outwards like a pillar, instantly engulfing everything within a few dozen meters.

Su Heng manipulated the force field, forming a transparent barrier in front of him. The flames parted automatically to either side before touching it.

Meanwhile, Hong Tong was far less fortunate.

The flame was unimaginably hot and carried a deadly poison.

Hong Tong turned around, his pupils dilating. The joyous expression on his face suddenly froze, not even shifting to terror.

The blazing inferno poured over him. The flesh on his face and body melted away like candle wax, leaving only a shrinking, pitch-black skeleton.

In the end, even the skeleton vanished, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

"How can the annihilation of my clan be repaid!"

Boom!

A roar filled with hatred resounded, the air in the chamber violently twisting and exploding.

Engulfing the entire field of vision, a terrifying, four-to-five-meter-wide orb of crimson gold fire burst outward like a meteor from beyond the skies, rushing towards Su Heng with intense force.

Bang!

Just a single punch.

Su Heng twisted the air, and his defense, stronger than steel, completely shattered.

The roaring, scorching gale surged over, scattering Su Heng\'s long hair draped over his shoulders. His eyes emitted a faint red glow, strikingly perceiving an unusual aura from the fireball.

Not knowing what had happened inside this chamber, but certainly, it was not a force Hong Jiuxiang could control or harness.

Clang!

Su Heng extended his left arm to block.

The collision of their bodies produced a sound like a grand bell or a great drum.

Tangible ripples twisted the air outward, covering a hundred meters, and all buildings in their path split and collapsed noisily.

Amidst the cloud of dust and flames, Su Heng\'s body, weighing over three thousand pounds, suddenly flew out, heavily smashing into a nearby earthen wall.

"What was that! Hong Jiuxiang!?"

"It\'s definitely a demon!"

Some elders from the Demon Suppression Bureau had come with Su Heng to this place and immediately witnessed the collapse of the earthen tower and the flaming figure.

After the first burst had slightly subsided,

at that moment,

The crowd could finally see the figure within the flames clearly.

A robust and bulky body, his face was devoid of wrinkles as if he had regained his youth. His hair, once gray, was now the color of blazing gold. His pupils shone like the sun, bright and terrifying, daring no one to look directly at them.

The tendons and blood vessels on his body bulged outward, as if flowing with red magma, appearing extremely sinister and terrifying.

Boom!

The collapsed earthen wall suddenly exploded.

A tall figure with an indifferent expression burst out from the dust, appearing directly in front of Hong Jiuxiang with a flash.

"You\'re not Hong Jiuxiang, who are you!"

Su Heng reached forward and grabbed with a cold demeanor.

"Guess!" Hong Jiuxiang laughed heartily, throwing a punch at him in return.

"Never mind, I don\'t care. Dead demons and humans aren\'t much different anyway," Su Heng sneered coldly.

He did not dodge or evasive.

With his body of Copper Skin and Iron Bones, along with the protection of snake scales,

even without Transformed Dragon State, his normal defense was unshakable by this fellow.

Bang!

The attacks of the two almost simultaneously landed on each other.

A burst of flame spread across Su Heng\'s chest, his black robe scorched by the fierce fire.

Meanwhile, his sky-covering dark and terrifying hand pressed down on "Hong Jiuxiang\'s" head, forcefully pushing downward.

Boom!

Dust filled the air as Hong Jiuxiang, along with a large swath of the ground underneath him, exploded simultaneously.

But Su Heng slowly stood up, looked down, and spread his hand wide. Between his five fingers was only a piece of tattered clothing, with no sign of blood.

The bright golden fire in the pit twisted and expanded, bursting violently.

Seven gold and red figures burst out simultaneously, each bearing the exact features of the previous Hong Jiuxiang, each with an expression of frenzied arrogance on their faces, their aura mighty, distorting the air wherever they went, accompanied by a series of crackling explosions.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!

The seven figures rotated around Su Heng and then converged together, pulling out lines of fiery gold red in the ground as they charged inward.

Su Heng faced the seven alone, unleashing a sky full of palm shadows.

The air was continuously compressed and expanded, the entire battlefield seemed as if it were being bombed repeatedly by missiles, with continuous terrifying explosions. In the blink of an eye, the ground became pockmarked, and all the surrounding buildings completely collapsed before being ignited by fierce flames and emitting thick smoke.

Within the distorted, crimson sight, the temperature rose to an unimaginable level, the rocks beneath his feet melted into magma under the embrace of the fire waves.

Yet Su Heng stood upon the vast magma, his formidable body as if cast from iron.

Not only was there no sign of injury on his body, but it also appeared even more unbreakable.

As the fight progressed,

both Su Heng and the demon residing in Hong Jiuxiang\'s body were somewhat surprised.

The demon was surprised because he had used up all his methods, yet he couldn\'t inflict any harm on Su Heng.

Up to this point in the battle, his greatest achievement was setting Su Heng\'s robe on fire.

And Su Heng\'s surprise was due to the bizarre tactics displayed by this demon.

On the battlefield, the seven flame incarnations, upon bursting one, would soon split and form another to fill its place.

Su Heng had already shattered hundreds of incarnations, but the situation on the battlefield remained unchanged as the seven flame incarnations continued to encircle him.

Although they couldn\'t cause him any harm, lingering here and wasting time also irked Su Heng.

"Either keep fighting like this and exhaust this demon\'s stamina to death,"

"or, just blast all seven incarnations at once."

In the blink of an eye, after exchanging hundreds of moves, Su Heng quickly found a pattern.

Seizing the opportunity, he first unfolded the Wolf King Stance around his body within a thirty-meter radius, immediately slowing down the speed of the flame incarnations.

Then, Su Heng snorted coldly, lifted his foot, and gently stomped down, causing the golden Demon Pattern of the white snake to spread outward.

Gurgle!

The ground, already melted into dark red magma, suddenly began to boil, releasing large bubbles.

Several scorching magma palms stretched outward, gripping "Hong Jiuxiang\'s" ankles with a life-like grip, startlingly freezing the seven flame incarnations in place simultaneously.

One of the incarnations even trembled its pupils, looking at Su Heng incredulously.

"This is the White Snake\'s talent; how come it is on you!"

"White Snake? I see, so you are also from Corpse Mountain," Su Heng took a step forward, his figure suddenly blurring.

He slammed down seven palms consecutively.

Combined with seven muffled sounds, with a snap, the six heads in front of him exploded simultaneously.

Only the last incarnation\'s forehead released a vague black mist that barely resolved Su Heng\'s palm force. But its insides were utterly shattered, and as the blood-red fresh blood seeped from its mouth, nose, and eyes, it fell backwards to the ground, completely devoid of the strength to fight again.

Crack!

Su Heng stepped down, "Any last words you want to pass on?"

Even without deliberately exerting much force, his ton-heavy body was overwhelmingly powerful with just a casual step.

The twelve ribs on Hong Jiuxiang\'s left side instantly snapped, along with half of the lobe beneath, turning into mincemeat. The crimson blood gushed from his mouth and nose, but he was still laughing heartily, his face full of madness.

"Last words!?" the fiery demon shouted arrogantly, "Do you know who I am?"

"I only know you are from Corpse Mountain," Su Heng said.

"Then I will tell you, I am the Demon King of the Crimson Flame, servant of the Tuo Long Great Duke from the Demon Country of Corpse Mountain!"

"So what?"

"Tuo Long Great Duke is a true death-class demon!" the Crimson Flame Demon King sneered, "Do you know what sets death-class demons apart from ordinary demons?"