119: Chapter 119 A whopping 500 million critical hit points, the indestructible Asura body.

Outside the Demon Suppressing Tower, in a secret room.

This was the monitoring hub for the entire massive tower, where dozens of huge light screens powered by unknown energy hung in the air, each corresponding to scenes from different areas inside the tower.

Two guards responsible for watching the first-floor light screens were leaning back in their chairs, yawning out of sheer boredom.

"Another day, this is so damn boring. If it were up to me, I'd just execute all this social scum to save on food and manpower," one guard complained.

"Cut it out, say less," the older guard glanced at him.

"Qin Tian, the Iron-Faced Judge explicitly ordered us to take good care of that kid who arrived today, to make him wish he were dead. Keep an eye on him; don't let him die too quickly."

"Got it, got it. It's just letting the Blood-Handed Butcher's gang mess him up, what's the big deal..."

Just then, the younger guard suddenly let out an "Eh?" He sat up straight, rubbed his eyes, and stared fixedly at the light screen in front of him.

"Big brother, look quickly, what's going on? On the light screen... it seems like there's no movement anymore?"

The light screen representing the life signs of the prisoners on the first floor, which should have had over a hundred light spots of varying brightness moving slowly, was now...

One by one, they were rapidly extinguishing!

The older guard also leaned over, and the relaxed ease on their faces vanished instantly, replaced by endless horror.

They watched helplessly as the light spots all disappeared within a few breaths.

Finally, only one lonely spot remained!

"Dead... they're all dead?!"

"This... what is going on?! Is the monitoring Magical Artifact broken?!"

Their faces turned deathly pale, and a chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.

"Quick! Report it! Something big happened on the first floor!!"

The older guard let out a shrill scream.

The news was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, reported layer by layer, and soon reached the ears of Qin Tian, the Iron-Faced Judge, who had just returned to the Demon Suppression Division and was preparing to drink and celebrate.

"What?! You're saying that on the first floor, except for the 'Sword Ghost', everyone else is dead?!"

Qin Tian, the Iron-Faced Judge grabbed the commander of the Imperial Guards who had come to report, his face twisted in anger beneath his metal mask.

"Over a hundred vicious outlaws of the Divine Sea Realm, with the Gathered Crown Realm Blood-Handed Butcher sitting in charge, and they're all dead?! Do you take me for a three-year-old child! Who is it! Who dares to cause trouble in the Demon Suppressing Tower!"

"My... My Lord, it's absolutely true! It's not an outside invasion... it's... it's that 'Sword Ghost' who did it!"

The Imperial Guard commander tremblingly handed over a Jade Slip recording the images, "This is the last footage recorded by the monitoring Magical Artifact... You... you should see for yourself..."

"Him? A piece of trash whose cultivation was suppressed by the Mortal-Binding Formation?"

Qin Tian, the Iron-Faced Judge didn't believe it at all. He snatched the Jade Slip and probed it with his Divine Sense.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks, the blood drained from his face, and his body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if he had been doused with a basin of ice water in the dead of winter.

What was recorded in the Jade Slip was the one-sided, bloody massacre Lin Feng had committed on the first floor!

That leisurely pace, that indifference treating human life as grass, that pure, extreme, terrifying violence that pulverized a Gathered Crown Realm expert into a blood mist with a single punch...

How could this be a Mortal whose cultivation was suppressed by the "Mortal-Binding Formation"?!

This was clearly an ancient Vicious Beast wearing a human skin! A killing god from Hell!

"He... what kind of monster is he?!"

Meanwhile, on the first floor of the Demon Suppressing Tower.

Lin Feng stood in the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, slowly opening his eyes. He ignored the commotion outside and immersed his mind in his System panel.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Martial Soul Realm, First Layer (Suppressed by the Mortal-Binding Formation)]

[critical hit multiplier: 7850 times]

[critical hit points: 515600000]

Lin Feng's intent focused on the last line of text.

[Ding! Detected that the host possesses 378 Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills, critical hit points meet the requirement, you may choose to fuse them via three routes.]

Instantly, three brand-new options unfolded before his eyes like a scroll.

[Route 1: Myriad Laws Return-to-Origin Technique]: Focused on Spiritual Qi usage and technique comprehension.

[Route 2: Indestructible Asura Body]: Focused on extreme Physical Body strengthening and super-speed regeneration.

[Route 3: God-Ghost Shifting Step]: Focused on extreme speed and stealthy infiltration.

Lin Feng's gaze swept over the three options without a moment of hesitation.

In this Demon Suppressing Tower where spiritual power was completely suppressed, any flashy Cultivation Technique or Martial Skill lost its meaning.

No matter how fast the speed, no matter how strong the Divine Soul, one was ultimately limited by the Law of this world. Only the Physical Body was the foundation to break all shackles!

His intent decisively chose the second option.

"I choose, Indestructible Asura Body."

[Route confirmed. Consuming 500 million critical hit points, fusing Cultivation Technique, Indestructible Asura Body generated.]

Boom!

An indescribable, scorching warm current instantly erupted from the depths of his limbs and bones!

It was as if every single one of his cells had been thrown into a mythical steel-refining furnace, undergoing the deepest level of tempering and reorganization!

His bones emitted fine, teeth-grinding "crack" sounds, and their density and hardness were increasing crazily.

His meridians became tougher, like coiled earth dragons.

His blood flowed like mercury, and every heartbeat was like a war drum beating, filled with explosive power!

A moment later, everything calmed down.

Lin Feng slowly clenched his fist, feeling the pure physical strength inside his body that was several times stronger than before, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Not bad, not only did the critical hit multiplier increase by over a thousand times, but I also got a Body Refining Cultivation Technique with infinite potential for free."

He looked around at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and his gaze finally landed on the closed black iron gate at the end of the cell that led to the second floor.

With the death of the last prisoner on the first floor, the rune chains above the gate emitted a crisp "click" sound and had already slowly dissipated.

"The appetizer for the first floor is finished..."

Lin Feng moved his muscles and bones, his whole body emitting a series of popping sounds like roasted beans, and a ferocious aura flashed and vanished.

"Second floor."

He took a step forward, his figure instantly disappearing from where he stood, and the next second, he had already appeared in front of that gate.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and pushed gently.

Rumble!

The million-catty black iron gate, in his hands, felt as light as a piece of rotten wood, and was easily pushed open by him.

As the gate swung wide, an aura even more ferocious, violent, and powerful than on the first floor, like a tangible black wave, rushed towards him.

Lin Feng walked up the steps and stepped into the dark corridor leading to the second floor without changing his expression.

Behind him was the mountain of corpses and sea of blood of the first floor.

Before him was a deeper Hell, and more, more delicious "nourishment".