Hadn't they come to Saturn precisely for the hunt? Just moments ago, Brother Zhan Peng had been remarkably composed. How could things change so quickly?

“Brother Zhan Peng, the target is about to appear…”

“I don’t care if it appears or not! Let Qin Fen handle the target! I believe he’ll be quite interested when he sees it! My own brother was injured; how can I focus on that now? First, let’s slaughter the Night Wanderer! His voice, filled with rage, echoed endlessly through the jungle. That black silhouette had already shrunk to a mere dot in their sight. The collective group of Jungle Rangers was dumbfounded. Even the usually mild-mannered Captain Du had such a ferocious side? No wonder Brother Zhan said that if Zhan Peng’s inverse momentum was triggered by someone, it would unleash astonishing destructive power.

This aura, this speed, this strength—could it truly rival Qin Fen’s?

Qin Fen streaked through the air, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the distant figure radiating murderous intent. A person at the Eighteen-Star level of Human Gang Qi—Qin Fen felt a strange sense of familiarity, and a fleeting glance made his heart leap with surprise. Seeing a ghost?

Years had passed, yet Qin Fen hadn't forgotten the events of that day. Even if faces underwent minor adjustments over time, this specific subtlety would never change.

Du Zhan Peng? Qin Fen doubted his own eyes. But for a master martial artist at the revered Eighteen-Saint level of Earth Gang to be mistaken, that simply couldn’t be right.

“Is it really him? Wasn’t he dead? How is he here? And his strength is already Eighteen-Star? Who taught him? Didn't he give everything to Du Peng back then?” A string of bewildering questions flashed through Qin Fen’s mind.

In his Eighteen-Star warrior state, Du Zhan Peng did not employ the Wu Kong Shu (Aura Flight Technique). He roared out the move Seven Star Immortal Thunder Cavalry Slash, a cry like the neighing of a warhorse. The sound of golden armor and charging cavalry tore through the clouds and split the sun, the fierce battle intent mixing with endless rage, causing the Natural Graveyard to feel as if it had truly plunged into an ancient battlefield.

With a deep, chest-heaving roar, Du Zhan Peng’s form seemed to expand limitlessly. Explosive power rolled and detonated throughout his body, as if it could grow infinitely and endlessly.

Amidst the roaring neigh, Du Zhan Peng slammed one foot down, and his entire body leaped forward again, faster and more violently than the Wu Kong Shu would allow. His arms swung back and forth in the air like a cavalryman brandishing his weapon. His foot struck the ground again, exploding into another launch, causing the earth to rumble violently as fissures rapidly spread in all directions.

With a series of rises and falls, dust billowed skyward wherever Du Zhan Peng passed. The ground shook, and the trees swayed incessantly, as if truly ten thousand horses were thundering by.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump…

A continuous succession of heavy stomping sounds rose and fell, blending together. Even before the fight began, the Night Wanderer’s internal Gang Qi and blood churned uncontrollably, as if a massive wooden club were stirring inside him.

The final stomp! The Night Wanderer felt the surrounding trees trembling, and the ground beneath him shook relentlessly. The supreme Yang Gang Qi burned his internal organs, preventing him from even activating the Wu Kong Shu. All that earth-shattering momentum was entirely channeled into Du Zhan Peng’s formidable presence.

The Night Wanderer had no choice but to turn and fight. If he continued to flee, he would surely be killed immediately. He had to endure this tyrannical strike first, using the force of the impact, even if injured, to perhaps fly away, and possibly use that overwhelming power to expel the strange, burning Gang Qi within him.

Having figured this out, the Night Wanderer turned and pushed both palms forward, only to see his opponent descending rapidly from the sky. His opponent’s arms swept back and forth in the air, and the instant their palms met, there was no explosive impact—instead, a piercing agony shot through both his hands. In his pupils, he saw his own hands shatter into a thousand pieces the moment they contacted his opponent.

What was this? The Night Wanderer tried to retreat before he could fully comprehend, but he found that once this cutting technique was unleashed, his arms below the shoulders were gone! In an instant, he became a one-armed warrior?

The Level Four Biomorphic Beast frantically spurred cellular regeneration. The Night Wanderer’s arms began to regrow slightly. He looked at the man—so handsome with an air of nobility, yet covered in killing intent—taking a step toward him, and instinctively thrust a kick out with his heel, trying to sever the opponent's arm.

“That was for my brother just now! Now, this is mine!” Du Zhan Peng changed his hand technique. His left thumb and right index finger plunged into the Night Wanderer’s calf where he was executing the heel kick.

What? The Night Wanderer found his right leg completely out of his control, continuing its kick toward the sky autonomously, while his opponent had already closed the distance like the wind.

His arms hadn't fully regenerated, and his leg was now useless. He couldn't even move. Du Zhan Peng’s fingers stabbed into the Night Wanderer’s body a dozen times in an instant.

It didn't hurt… It didn't sting… The Night Wanderer looked bewilderedly at Du Zhan Peng. How could this opponent, with such tremendous momentum, touch him several times without any pain?

Bang! The Night Wanderer’s shoulders, which had just half-regenerated, exploded again. Immediately following, his raised right leg detonated like it was fitted with hundreds of small bombs, bang-bang, turning flesh and blood into a mangled mess. Before the agonizing pain could even elicit a cry, the Level Four Biomorphic Beast fusion began regenerating the wounds on his leg and arms.

Bang-bang-bang again… The regeneration that was halfway complete exploded again! The Night Wanderer froze. What kind of martial technique was this?

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom—once, then again… In a single second, the same sequence repeated five times, with a clear trend of continuing. The Night Wanderer started to feel fear. This was too torturous!

“You…” Du Zhan Peng took two steps, then looked back at the Night Wanderer. “You will remain like this until the Biomorphic Beast exhausts its energy. To be precise, you are already dead.”

Dead? The Night Wanderer looked at his still-living body, then at his body that was completely beyond his control. He suddenly realized that his current living state was no different from being dead. Without a way to save himself, he truly was finished.

“Don’t bother thinking.”

Du Zhan Peng turned and smiled. A nobleman’s smile was captivating; even with a face full of sinister murderous intent, it remained a beautiful form of ruthlessness, or perhaps a stately handsomeness. The Night Wanderer had never imagined someone could look so handsome while covered in killing intent! Even those he had killed found his smile appealing.

“Right now, not a single muscle fiber or nerve in your body obeys you. If you’re lucky, a mutated creature will bite you to death. If you’re unlucky, you’ll just wait slowly. In this world, the only person who could save you would have to be a Divine Beast martial artist; even a Ksitigarbha would be helpless!”

These cold, merciless, and cruel words, paired with the nobleman’s smile, created such an intense contrast that the Night Wanderer suddenly found it hard to breathe. Where did this demon come from? Was he the nobleman of devils? How could such a terrifying person exist in this world? He was more terrifying than Qin Fen! Yes! He was even more terrifying than Qin Fen, not in terms of sheer power, but in his heart! If that monster had a monstrous appearance and a monstrous heart, then this young man possessed the appearance of a noble scion, concealing the heart of a demon within.

“If there is a next life,” Du Zhan Peng strode toward Qin Fen without looking back, “then remember, some people must not be touched. Otherwise, the price is death.”

The Night Wanderer could no longer hear Du Zhan Peng’s words; his mind was filled only with the reverberation of the word “demon.” He could do nothing but feel the pain in his body, praying that a fierce mutated creature would find him and bite off his head.

A low, whimpering beast sound echoed. The Night Wanderer sorrowfully realized that a mutated two-headed wolf was nearby. He knew the characteristics of this creature: they disliked killing their prey with a single bite; instead, they preferred to dismember their prey, watching it die slowly, little by little. But his regenerative ability…

Once, the regeneration provided by the Biomorphic Beast was an invincible boon to a martial artist! But at this moment, the Night Wanderer wished he didn’t have a Biomorphic Beast. That detestable regeneration only served to multiply the agony of his impending death.

Qin Fen quickly removed most of Du Peng’s armor, but he couldn't immediately pull out the piece of steel embedded in his chest. Du Peng, without the complete fusion of the Level Four Biomorphic Beast, was not someone whose wounds would instantly close upon opening the casing. Any misstep during removal could result in death; the Night Wanderer’s strike had not been gentle—the disparity in their strengths was too great after all.

“Let me handle this,” Du Zhan Peng said, stepping in front of Qin Fen, acting as if he weren't a man who had just returned from the dead, and calmly knelt down.

Qin Fen looked at Du Zhan Peng strangely. If he had harbored any doubts before, the man standing before him now confirmed it—this was indeed the long-dead Du Zhan Peng, now alive and standing before him.

Qin Fen knew this was not the time for reminiscing or casual conversation. Everything needed to be focused on saving Du Peng first.

“This kid…” Du Zhan Peng sighed, his hands rapidly poking Du Peng’s body several times. He casually removed the piece of iron stuck in his body. “I’ve temporarily stopped the bleeding. You should have the medicine to save him, right? If not, he probably won’t last long enough to get back alive.”

Martial artists are not omnipotent gods. Unless the Biomorphic Beast possesses super recovery abilities, severe injuries still require hospitalization. The hospital was a considerable distance away, and even using the Wu Kong Shu to fly rapidly, Du Peng would not survive the journey.

The Night Wanderer’s punch had caused internal injuries, and the external trauma from the steel plate was equally severe.

Qin Fen looked at Du Zhan Peng, then at Du Peng lying on the ground, and retrieved another pill from his waist belt: “Life-and-Death Pill.”

The Life-and-Death Pill? Du Zhan Peng frowned slightly as he looked at the strange medicine. Even Qin Zhan didn't have this, and while numerous researchers had only theoretically deduced its existence, Qin Fen possessed it.

“You’ve taken it before…” Qin Fen looked at Du Zhan Peng. “Eat it. Live or die.”

“I am his older brother. I will decide for him.” Du Zhan Peng grabbed the Life-and-Death Pill and took a deep breath. His hands, which had moved without tremor while killing, now trembled slightly as he forced open Du Peng’s mouth. “Waste! Take the medicine! Hurry up and die after taking it!”