Apotheosis

Zen's flying knife was so sharp that hardly anything could withstand the blade.

Each slash cut the demon's wound deeper.

Zen wielded his knife like an insane butcher, slashing at the demon general wildly.

It was well known that demons were hard to slay, and even if a demon was seriously hurt, his health could be restored in a short period.

"Die! Die! Die!"

"To hell with you!"

yelled Zen. Now that he had the advantage, he wouldn't give the demon general a chance to heal.

When the demon's head, arms, and torso were all hacked off, and lay in bloody hunks, Zen stopped and gasped air into his lungs.

Zen glanced down at the remains of the demon general, ensuring that he was dead.

Seeing the horrific fate of their general, the ordinary demon soldiers fled, scattering.

The demon general's blood was splattered all on Zen, giving him a strong aura of death.

The disciples of Drizzle Peak gawked at Zen, a slightly fearful look flashing in their eyes.

Their fear didn't come from a little bit of the demon general's evil spirit that remained in Zen's body. No, the frightful manner Zen killed the demon general had terrified them. Right now, they saw Zen as the god of death!

Although Zen was only half a step into the nature level, the killing intent exuding from him scared the nature creatures!

As Cleve re-sheathed his sword, he approached Zen. After checking Zen's shoulder wound, he pulled out a small bottle from his waist. He got a pill and handed it to Zen before saying, "Here you go, this is a Flesh Restoring Pill from the Herb Pavilion."

Taking the pill without hesitation, Zen popped it in his mouth.

The Flesh Restoring Pill might not compare to the Red Cloud Pill Master Su gave him, but, a Flesh Restoring Pill was expensive for any inner disciple.

When they first exited the giant flying chariot, Cleve and the other inner disciples spoke ill of Zen, and yet, even after that, Zen saved them.

To make up for his earlier behavior, Cleve happily gave Zen a Flesh Restoring Pill.

Qiu and the other inner disciples went over to the demon soldier corpses and pulled the gray bead from each carcass.

"Demon cores!"

said Zen. He narrowed his eyes wh

stant.

Since each needle was highly toxic, if any jabbed Cleve, he would be dead soon after.

A blur of a figure appeared in front of Cleve.

It was Zen.

Zen blocked the way between the needles and Cleve, completely, and let the dense needles pierce him.

Within seconds, Zen's body was covered by a large number of needles, which looked scary.

Seeing Zen, Cleve stammered, "Zen, Are, are you all right?"

Zen reached up swiping the needles off his body and with a smile, he calmly said, "Yes, I am fine! They are just like embroidery needles and unable to hurt me."

Cleve and the others couldn't say anything to Zen's statement.

Pear Needle Rainstorm was one of the most famous secret weapons of the Zhu Clan. Because the quantity and speed of the large needle no one could flee from it, usually.

The needles were extremely thin and able to pierce a nature creature's life vitality easily, penetrating the skin to release the poison at its tip. They were tough to defend against.

Yet, Zen seemed impervious to the toxic needles.

As Cleve, Henry, and the others saw Zen's calm look, only one word appeared in their hearts, monster!

Indeed, Zen resisted demons with his physical strength and was immune to toxic Pear Needle Rainstorm. What a miracle! It was like he was a deathless monster!

After Zen removed the embedded needles, he led the team to the bonfire.

Before Zen got to the bonfire, a voice called out in warning, "Stop!"