I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World

Under Han Zheng's intensely powerful Earth Splitting Fist, although the bizarre Buddha statue was not shattered by his punch, it did wobble.

The flesh ball's massive hand had now completely crushed the Gang Qi hand formed by Moving Mountain, and instantly appeared above Han Zheng's head, coming down like a dark cloud covering the sun.

In that instant, Han Zheng felt the pulling force on him suddenly disappear, his body surrounded by a glow of blood, and he vanished from the spot, reappearing outside the courtyard.

But before Han Zheng could catch his breath, an angry roar emanated from the flesh ball in the courtyard.

Like an earthquake, the courtyard gate collapsed, and the flesh ball rolled out, chasing after Han Zheng.

Wasn't this thing supposed to not come out?

Yan Xuankong's information was inaccurate!

Han Zheng cursed under his breath and quickly activated Wind and Thunder Nine Transitions, fleeing towards the direction of Stove God Temple at a high speed.

The Blood Shadow Floating Light Technique consumed Qi Blood Power and could only be used at crucial moments. For long-distance escapes, Wind and Thunder Nine Transitions was the most cost-effective.

Although the giant flesh ball looked exceedingly cumbersome, its crawling speed was incredibly fast, closely trailing and rolling towards Han Zheng.

Han Zheng fled desperately but couldn't shake off the seemingly cumbersome flesh ball.

At this moment, at a corner of an alley, the butcher wielding a pig-slaying knife reappeared, muttering continuously, "Kill you! Kill you!"

Seeing this, Han Zheng immediately ran towards the butcher.

Just as he was about to collide with the butcher, the Blood Shadow Floating Light Technique activated, and accompanied by a flash of blood-colored brilliance, Han Zheng instantaneously appeared behind the butcher.

After using the Blood Shadow Floating Light Technique repeatedly, Han Zheng's complexion had also become slightly pale.

By this time, the flesh ball couldn't dodge in time and crashed directly into the butcher, knocking him over.

"You seduced my wife, I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

The butcher, staring at the flesh ball, raised his butcher knife and crazily chopped at it.

It seemed that in his eyes, any male could possibly seduce his wife.

The flesh ball's palm also fell, and the two immediately tangled together, allowing Han Zheng the chance to escape.

Fortunately, the path thereafter was safe, and he encountered no further dangers, safely returning to the Stove God Temple.

A golden glow suddenly emerged from the Stove God statue possessed by Yan Xuankong, and Yan Xuankong's figure appeared, hastily asking, "Did it succeed? Did you manage to get the fragment of the Stove God statue?"

Han Zheng poured out the fragments from the Qiankun Bag and said, "Don't even mention it, you didn't say that thing could move, I nearly fell into its hands."

Yan Xuankong spread his hands and said, "You can't blame me for that; after all, my physical body was destroyed not long after I arrived here, and I hadn't investigated these matters closely."

"How should we piece this statue together? With glue or paste?"

Yan Xuankong looked incredulous, "What are you thinking? This is an entity containing divinity, and you think to use glue and paste to fix it?"

"You said this small statue on you was also casually made by a little girl, right?"

Yan Xuankong shook his head and said, "It's different, that little girl was a true believer of the Stove God, equivalent to being a disciple of the Stove God. The statue made by her inherently possesses willpower, naturally attracting the Stove God's divinity.

Do you believe in the Stove God? If you were truly devoted to the Stove God, let alone paste, even plain water could restore the statue."

Han Zheng shook his head; of course, he didn't worship the Stove God—he only trusted his own fists and the knife in his hand.

"Without belief in willpower, then a sacrifice must be made.

Using your Qi Blood Power along with some of my Power of Primordial Spirit to repair the statue will enable the pieces to adhere."

Han Zheng frowned and asked, "Isn't the Stove God a righteous god? Do righteous gods need blood sacrifices?"

"Righteous gods certainly do not need blood sacrifices, but do you have that kind of devout belief in willpower?

Without belief in willpower, wouldn't you need to provide something truly valuable to touch the Stove God?

You can't expect the Stove God to help just by mouthing off; no god would be that gullible.

Divine power is mysterious; it's not something you can manage by offering some roasted pigs and ducks; you have to bring out something substantial."

"Stop complaining and just let the blood flow already," he groaned. "My power of the Primordial Spirit is already weak, and I still have to take out a portion of it."

Han Zheng, having no choice, took out a small bowl to begin bleeding himself.

His physical body was strong, and his blood thick like mercury. Now, as he let out a small bowl of it, the viscosity was even comparable to glue paste.

Meanwhile, Yan Xuankong was painstakingly manipulating the power of the Primordial Spirit, carefully sticking the fragmented pieces of the Stove God statue with fresh blood onto the remaining half of the statue in the temple.

Han Zheng bled three bowls of fresh blood before it was barely enough.

As soon as Yan Xuankong attached the last fragment of the Stove God's statue, a golden glimmer emerged the next moment. Han Zheng's fresh blood on the fragments suddenly vanished, completely absorbed by the statue.

The statue, originally full of cracks, now looked as good as new, quite miraculous to behold.

Bathed in the weak divine light, Yan Xuankong took a slightly intoxicated deep breath, feeling his previously indistinct form grow sturdier.

Han Zheng gave him a deep look but said nothing.

As the golden light faded, Han Zheng finally asked, "Lord Yan, can we leave now?"

Yan Xuankong nodded and bowed towards the Stove God statue, "Stove God, today your disciple borrowed your greatness to escape this dreadful place. Once out, I will surely construct thousands of temples for you in Southern Mountain."

Then Yan Xuankong turned to Han Zheng and spoke solemnly, "Boy, this final step is the most crucial and dangerous of all.

The only path out of Thousand Buddha Village lies beneath that great Buddha, where its core power resides.

Though the Stove God statue contains divine power, as you've seen, this divine power is not very strong.

So how long it can last is unknown.

You need to immediately recuperate your Qi Blood Power. Once you've restored it to its peak, we will make our final attempt."

Han Zheng nodded and took out an elixir to restore his Qi Blood Power.

With elixirs acquired from the Yue Family, Han Zheng filled his expended Qi Blood Power back to peak condition in just half a day.

Yan Xuankong then had Han Zheng put the statue, hosting his Yang God, into his Qiankun Bag.

"Once inside the Qiankun Bag, Lord Yan, can you still see the outside world?"

Yan Xuankong scoffed, "Your realm is too low now; you don't understand what the Yang God Realm entails.

A martial artist with a cultivated Yang God is no longer confined by the physical body, even able to momentarily leave the body to kill with the Yang God Body.

The root of Yang God is the power of the Primordial Spirit, which theoretically is not restricted by anything.

Of course, that's just a theory. There are still numerous spiritual techniques in this world that can threaten a Yang God's safety.

But this little Qiankun Bag definitely can't stop me from using the power of the Primordial Spirit to perceive the outside world."

Hearing this, Han Zheng didn't ask further. He bowed to the Stove God statue and then, carrying it, headed straight for the great Buddha.

Earlier, Han Zheng had only seen the great Buddha from a distance but as he got closer, an indescribable sense of fear emerged in his heart.

Its face was dignified and benevolent, entirely black as if cast from Black Jade, with no evil forces surrounding it, yet it instilled an instinctual fear in Han Zheng. He couldn't even control his heartbeat, and strange images involuntarily appeared in his mind.

At that moment, Han Zheng suddenly thought of the Taotie Furnace.

If he were to sacrifice his fear now, would he be unaffected by it?

Of course, this thought was fleeting.

The crucial moment hadn't arrived yet; there was no need to be desperate.

From inside the Qiankun Bag, Yan Xuankong's voice came sternly, "Stabilize your mental state and don't let this thing frighten you.

This is just the power it inadvertently releases. When it truly notices us, the Stove God statue will naturally block that power."

Han Zheng nodded and quickly made his way under the body of the great Buddha.

Only when he came close did he see that beneath the great Buddha was not the ground, but a void of twisted, colorful halos, like a starry galaxy, swirling along a distinctive trajectory.

"That's the place! Enter there, and as long as you make your way to the very center and jump down, you will be able to leave here!"