What If I Can't Die?



Running around naked.

It was fine if there were no people, but the key was that there were people here. He could not just calmly be bare so casually.

"I don't believe you."

The young man was still sneering.

"…"

Song Shi shrugged. "I have no choice. I will only borrow one set first. I'll take yours."

He walked towards the young man. Although he said that he wanted to borrow it, his intentions were very obvious.

"Ridiculous. I think you're just looking for a reason to attack!"

The young man pulled out his saber with a clang, reflecting the light of the saber in the darkness.

It was a lancet with a few nicks. It was obvious that blood had been drawn by it.

"I have an extra set of clean clothes here. Your Excellency has a similar build to mine, so you can take them and wear them."

Someone on the other side spoke. A cloth bag flew over and stopped the two sides from fighting.

Song Shi was not interested in making a move. He took the opportunity to thank him. "I'll remember this favor. How should I address you?"

"It's fine. It's just a set of clothes. Everyone should just quietly hide from the rain."

The person who threw the clothes did not care and introduced himself. "I'm Liu Husheng. How should I address you?"

"Song Shi."

The young man holding the lancet looked outside in fear and snorted. In the end, he didn't attack, but the blade didn't return to its sheath.

Song Shi seemed to be very anxious. He opened his clothes in front of everyone and put them on. The group of people was rather puzzled.

This person did not look weak. Even if he was drenched, was there a need to change his clothes?

Everyone was silent, and the scene was a little quiet. The sound of the wind and rain outside became especially obvious. Song Shi put on his clothes before saying, "Everyone seems to be afraid of what's outside?"

He could infer that Liu Husheng did not give him clothes out of goodwill. He just didn't want them to fight and attract any danger.

The guy with the saber stared outside from time to time, as if his threat was inferior to what was outside.

"Hmph, how can I not be afraid? Those demons have powerful bodies and are bloodthirsty. How many of them can you stop?"

The young man with the lancet retorted angrily.

"Demons…"

Song Shi narrowed his eyes. There were humans here. Why were there also demons? Where place had he fallen to?

Just as he was about to ask, a gust of cold wind blew behind him and a cold light suddenly shot towards the back of his head.

This cold light made Song Shi feel like he was in danger. He subconsciously activated his Defense. A light flashed on his body and he was sent flying. A stone fell to the ground. It could be seen that the attacker was very strong to be able to threaten him with a normal stone.

"Nomological power light!"

Similar shocked voices sounded from inside and outside the house. It was as if they never expected Song Shi to have Nomological powers right now. The people in the house looked at Song Shi and saw that his face was rosy and he looked like an immortal. They came to a realization.

"He doesn't look like someone who's been here for a while."

"He must have just fallen into this land of extinction!"

"No wonder he asked us for clothes. The clothes should be condensed from Nomological power and will dissipate here."

"Sigh, another unlucky fellow has come."

"The demons are targeting us. Fortunately, he still has Nomological power. He should be able to use it."

The five of them spoke, revealing a lot of information. Song Shi pondered and turned to look outside.

The black wind howled and the grass swayed. A group of black shadows walked out from the rain.

Their eyes were not the normal color. They were blood-red, green, and golden. Their sizes varied… without exception, they carried a violent aura.

A total of nine demons blocked the exit of the dilapidated temple. They were all very young, had strong Physiques and had dragon-like blood qi.

The golden-eyed golden-haired burly man who led the way swept his gaze around and said with a buzz, "Six prey. One of them is new and has Nomological power. He must be new. He should have some treasures on him."

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've eaten a high-quality human cultivator!"

The pale-faced demon with blood-red hair and eyes looked at Song Shi and licked his lips greedily.

"You have eaten a human before?"

Song Shi had a disgusted look on his face. Among the few ways he hated to die, this was definitely one such way.

"Haha, Xue Liting, didn't I say that you look disgusting acting like this all day?"

The skinny demon with bone spikes all over his body mocked.

"Xue Liting?"

When Song Shi heard this name, he could not help but think that it was funny name.

"How can food be noisy?"

Seeing that Song Shi still dared to laugh, Xue Liting frowned and looked down at this guy who was even more handsome than him. Killing intent surfaced in his eyes, and he walked over with a gloomy expression. With a clang on his claws, a cold light exploded, formed by sharp nails.

With a light slash to the side, without using Nomological power, a stone was cut into pieces across the air, and a tree was broken.

Without any Nomological power, just his body alone had such might. Liu Husheng and company had ugly expressions as they secretly considered escaping.

"Brother Song, this guy is the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Clan. Be careful!"

Liu Husheng reminded them that they were all to be in the same predicament together now. If Song Shi was killed off, they would also be in danger.

"Blood Demon Clan? One of the ten ancient clans of the Heavenly Demon World?"

Song Shi took another look. The Heavenly Demon World was divided into sacred races and monarch races, but there were also large races that were similar to humans. The Blood Demon Race and the Strength Demon Race were such races. Many powerful families were born, including monarch races.

The other party was a Holy child, or at the very least, he was from the saint race. It was not surprising that he came from an emperor race.

In terms of strength, this guy was already at the Soul Transformation realm. His physical body did not look inferior to his.

"I heard that you guys are like leeches. Let's compete and see who will suck dry who first!"

Song Shi saw that this fellow was still investigating his situation. He looked arrogant on the surface, but he was actually very cautious. He took the initiative to attack and threw a punch.

His fist emitted a dazzling light, causing circles of ripples to appear in the Void. A dragon roar appeared, and golden light transformed into a dragon head. His Aura was far inferior to before because he did not have much Dharmic powers at the moment.

However, in this land of extinction, it was still as imposing as ever.

The fist force transformed into a long dragon that emitted a dazzling light as it pushed forward.

BOOM!

It was as if Xue Liting was no match for him. He was sent flying like a dried branch, and he even vomited a lot of blood in the air.

Liu Husheng and company revealed looks of delight. This unlucky fellow who had just came in looked rather powerful. Perhaps he could repel these demons.

The other eight demons did not seem to care at all when they saw Xue Liting being sent flying. They even revealed mocking gazes.

It was as if Song Shi, who had the upper hand, was a fool.

"Hehehe."

Xue Liting was sent flying more than ten feet away, smashing into the vegetation and rocks along the way. He was beaten until he vomited blood, but he did not care at all. Instead, he smiled strangely.

"Idiot, you still dare to use Nomological power here. You're indeed only fit to be food."

This was the effect he wanted, which was for Song Shi to consume his Nomological power faster.

Otherwise, with the enhancement of Nomological power, it would definitely be stronger than just using his body.

Swoosh!

Song Shi instantly appeared above his head and stomped hard with a cold face.

The ground shook, and a huge pit was created by Song Shi. The scorching heat wave made the rain in the sky stop for a moment. Gust was also forced to stop. As the aftershock spread, the surrounding vegetation was continuously shattered.

"If I really cared about Nomological power, I wouldn't have used it!"

Song Shi was disdainful.

In the huge pit that was more than ten meters deep, Xue Liting's body had become deformed. His head had been crushed by Song Shi, and he was convulsing violently as blood flowed.