Otherworldly Desert Dust

Liang Shou heavily crashed to the ground, entering a brief state of unconsciousness.

As his consciousness rapidly cleared, he saw a foot pressing down on his chest, rendering him completely immobilized.

An extremely arrogant smiling face, filled with disdain, loomed over him. Around them, the sighs of the Red Port populace filled the air, causing Liang Shou to feel like a pig being roasted over a fire—his entire body flushed red!

Liang Shou had never imagined that he would be publicly humiliated in such a manner...

His gaze involuntarily sought out Chu Zhi’s direction, only to find Chu Zhi turning her face away, unwilling to witness his demeaning predicament of being brutally trampled underfoot.

"I’m going to kill..." Liang Shou was overcome with rage, nearly at the point of risking his life to fight with Wu Hen.

But Wu Hen had already foreseen the flow of True Qi within his body. In the Scroll Realm, Wu Hen had not been sparing with his sparring sessions with Du Mao, whose Cultivation Realm was incomparably higher than Liang Shou. Even Du Mao had been played like a monkey by Wu Hen, so how could this minor True Martial Hero possibly stand a chance against Wu Hen?

Lifting one foot, Wu Hen’s palm struck directly across Liang Shou’s cheek.

The moment Liang Shou gathered his True Qi, he was knocked out cold by that kick!

If he truly passed out, it would be a blessing in disguise for Liang Shou—after all, everything would be over once his eyes closed.

But Wu Hen was a true devil, cruelly using the Ominous Bronze Spear to spit dark liquid onto Liang Shou’s face, forcing him to regain consciousness once again.

Liang Shou could not resist. Every time he tried to gather his True Qi, the other party would disrupt it, as if they knew exactly how the True Qi was circulating through his meridians...

Fortunately, Jiao Liecheng was on his way to kill!

Wu Hen kicked Liang Shou away from under his foot as if he was a sandbag.

The direction of the kick conveniently aimed directly where Chu Zhi was.

Liang Shou, covered in black liquid and his face full of injuries, rolled to the ground in front of Chu Zhi as if he had been paraded through the streets.

Chu Zhi trembled with rage.

Wu Hen was definitely doing this on purpose, not only to slap Liang Shou in the face in such a way but also to blatantly humiliate her...

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Jiao Liecheng’s body ignited with Blood Flame, willing to burn his own life just to retrieve his lost face. This fellow did not hesitate to consume his own lifespan.

Seeing his opponent so resolute, Wu Hen couldn’t help but laugh as well.

This Blood Burning Technique belonged to the secret texts of the Totem Sacred Sect, capable of significantly enhancing one’s strength in a short period of time, by up to three or four times.

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It was powerful indeed, but the cost was one’s lifespan.

It was clear that Jiao Liecheng was truly blinded by rage.

Although Wu Hen could easily take down Jiao Liecheng at this juncture with Thunder Crossing, he deliberately prolonged the fight to hasten his opponent’s death, letting the confrontation become increasingly intense.

Jiao Liecheng always felt that he was just a bit away from annihilating Wu Hen, so he continuously used the Blood Burning Technique, recklessly reducing his lifespan, but the fight still had no end.

There was a limit to the Blood Burning Technique; it was impossible to consume seventy or eighty years of lifespan in a single battle.

When there was not much Totem Blood left in his body, the Blood Burning Technique would automatically extinguish.

Almost fifteen years of lifespan were burned away just to bring down Wu Hen, but in the end, only a few non-painful scratches were left on Wu Hen’s body.

This nearly drove Jiao Liecheng to the brink of collapse, as he felt like a monkey committing self-immolation.

As the Blood Flame dissipated, Jiao Liecheng aged considerably. His eyes filled with blood, his body completely exhausted, unable to exert any Holy Decision anymore.

Watching Wu Hen approaching with that relaxed smile, Jiao Liecheng felt extremely unwilling, and a hint of fear surged within him.

He staggered back a few steps, then clumsily fell to the ground.

"Scared now?" Wu Hen still wore that lazy smile, not appearing as if he had just been in a fierce fight but more like someone who had stretched his limbs with a leisurely stroll in the park.

"Who exactly are you!" Jiao Lie overwhelmed by fear and anger, demanded to know.

Impossible. It simply couldn’t be, how could a mixed-race, ridiculed by everyone in the Totem Sacred Sect, become so powerful?

This made no sense according to any logic, there was only one explanation—this person couldn’t be Cai Ting!

"You may also call me Lord Wu Hen." Wu Hen raised his Vajra Palm, and with great force, smacked it across Jiao Liecheng’s face!

The force of the palm was so formidable that it flung Jiao Liecheng hundreds of meters away, leaving a trail of blood from his sprays in its wake!

The Wu Hen of Nuwa God End??

The question remains, which identity should the people of Red Port believe to be true? One identity doesn’t seem to be more credible than the other as a disciple of the Totem Sacred Sect.

Besides, with his current strength far surpassing most people in Red Port, does his true identity even matter anymore?

Within the Totem Sacred Sect itself, there is internal strife and competition. Even if Wu Hen now admits that he was the one who killed Xin Feng, the Purple Robed Master, the other two Masters wouldn’t necessarily do anything to him. With one less Master, the remaining two would benefit even more.

"In the future, when you see me in the Totem Sacred Sect, call me Senior Brother, and any tribute comes first to me, then my maids choose, and after that, whatever is left, I may give to you. Understood?" Wu Hen walked towards the disfigured Jiao Liecheng and said coldly. @@novelbin@@

Jiao Liecheng struggled to stand up.

Just as everyone thought Jiao Liecheng would fight to the death, he bent his waist and mumbled in a slurred voice, "Senior... Senior Brother!"

No matter how dazed one might be, it should be clear that failing to submit might cost one their life.

Moreover, Jiao Liecheng understood that if his opponent dared to kill Gu Yue, killing him would be an effortless act. The only reason he was not dead was that he had an influential uncle...

But his opponent also had a Master behind him.

He was just the nephew of Master Jiao Zhu, while Wu Hen was nothing more than the illegitimate son of Master Cai Huang. Neither Master would be willing to fight to the death over their respective nephews.

"Good, did you remember what I said??" Wu Hen nodded with some satisfaction.

"Remember, remember," Jiao Liecheng nodded and bowed subserviently.

The onlookers at Red Port immediately erupted into noise, only then realizing that the true Little Overlord of Red Port wasn’t Jiao Liecheng at all, but this Lord Wu Hen!

Recalling the past conflicts with the Longevity Sect and the obliteration of the Poison Sub-humans, people became aware that Lord Wu Hen was a fearsome character, who had also been concealing his true strength all this time.

"You there?"

Wu Hen walked over to Liang Shou, looking him up and down with an overwhelming air of authority as he asked.

Liang Shou’s face was extremely unsightly; he knew that if he didn’t submit, another slap would most certainly be coming his way...

"I submit, from now on, you’re the big brother!" In the end, Liang Shou spoke these utterly humiliating words.

Wu Hen’s gaze fell on Chu Zhi, showing a hint of amusement.

Chu Zhi felt extremely uncomfortable under Wu Hen’s stare, as if a respectable woman had been accosted by a street ruffian.

"Wu Hen, I admit you have some abilities, but acting so wildly and recklessly, one day you will reap what you sow. Red Port is not as simple as you see it!" Chu Zhi said.

Wu Hen shrugged nonchalantly, not intending to leave any good impression on Chu Zhi.

However, considering she genuinely helped Liu Mengying quite a lot, Wu Hen didn’t bother to hold a grudge against this woman.

When human elites heavily attack Longevity Island, then she can wash her face with tears!

"Marquis!"

"Wind Marquis!"

"Wind Marquis!"

Suddenly, the crowd parted to make way, as the people of Red Port knelt in half-salute, offering the utmost respect to the newcomer.

Wu Hen looked in that direction and saw a person entirely clad in Star Steel Armor, his face covered with a thick visor, and his eyes hidden behind the mysterious mask.

He did not show his true face, yet his presence was like an immovable mountain of ice, exerting immense pressure.

Having been in Red Port for a while, Wu Hen had always heard that its rulers, known as "Marquises," held complete power over life and death for all stranded forces within Red Port, but this was his first encounter with a real Marquis. They rarely appeared in public view, yet controlled the fates of all ethnic groups stranded in Red Port.

Moreover, it seemed they governed the pattern of the Red Tide, and to leave Red Port, one had to seek their help.

Unfortunately, the Marquises were not easy to deal with; no one knew their preferences, and it was rare for any power to be on good terms with them.

The one known as the Wind Marquis walked straight towards where Wu Hen was.

His eyes, hidden behind the visor, were fixed intently on Wu Hen.

"Did you kill the Poison Sub-human?" the mysterious Wind Marquis questioned.

Wu Hen had thought this man had come to support Jiao Liecheng and Liang Shou, but to his surprise, his interest lay with the Poison Sub-human.

Without answering immediately, Wu Hen maintained eye contact and used his Perception to probe the person before him.

However, Wu Hen couldn’t hear the man’s heartbeat, the flow of his blood, nor any sound from the Heavy Armor he wore.

The person standing before him was like a fog, impenetrable.

"In this place, the survival and destruction of any clan are dictated only by us Marquises!" The Wind Marquis suddenly had a stern gaze, his whole being exuding an overwhelming aura!

It was like a terrifying avalanche, and people standing beneath it even forgot to run for their lives.

Wu Hen was frozen stiff, his body involuntarily retreating under this extraordinary aura!

"Thud!"

Wu Hen hit the stone wall hard, his body embedding into the wall.

"This is a warning, should you overstep again, I will take your life!" The Wind Marquis pointed at Wu Hen, his eyes revealing a terrifying intent to kill!

Everyone was shocked, never expecting that the previously dominating Lord Wu Hen would be directly repelled by the aura of the Wind Marquis!

Wu Hen, stuck in the stone wall, didn’t struggle.

It wasn’t that the opponent’s power was so formidable that he had no capacity to resist; rather at the moment that the Marquis made his move, Wu Hen’s Spiritual Vision caught a glimpse of something deeper within the opponent.

The Wind Marquis was not just shrouded in an impenetrable fog; his entire being seemed like a vast, dark abyss...

This abyss was so massive that it could easily swallow him whole!

This person’s strength was exceedingly strong, absurdly so!

Far surpassing First-class Heavenly Brilliance!!

"Little Yi, don’t be rash; something’s off about this guy!" Wu Hen immediately concealed his aura and also suppressed the Sword of Death Omen that was about to fly out.

This doesn’t make sense!

It completely doesn’t make sense!

If he possessed such strength, why would he confine himself to a place as insignificant as Red Port?

He could dominate a portion of the otherworldly by himself!

Now, he was utterly disdainful towards him and hadn’t even shown any intent to kill.

But once he brandished the Sword of Death Omen, it would be like exposing himself within the Marquis’ hunting range!

As the ruler of Red Port, mysterious and noble, how could he specifically warn him over a group of Poison Sub-humans from the sewers!

"He’s testing us; don’t fall for it!" Wu Hen immediately analyzed the true intent of the opponent.