Nezha's Fierce Battle with the Peng Demon King, the Demon Ape Bloodline's First Loss of Control

The moment the two sides' magic treasures collided, a terrifying force surged in all directions.

With a thunderous boom, countless mountain peaks were swept into the clouds, then pulverized by the shockwaves and scattered between heaven and earth.

At the instant of impact, the Bull Demon King felt waves of mountain-like force crash through his arms.

That force was not only heavy, but also carried a sharpness capable of severing cause and effect and destroying all techniques.

It shook his tiger's jaws open and sent his blood and qi churning.

The Bull Demon King looked at Yang Jian in shock. What tremendous strength!

Though his strength was great, he was clearly inferior when it came to the intricacy of their techniques.

Having landed a blow, Yang Jian's offensive flowed like drifting clouds and running water, unceasing and relentless.

Every move and stance accorded with the supreme principles of the Heavenly Dao, bringing the essence of the Exposition Sect's arts into full play.

The Bull Demon King was beaten back step by step, able only to rely on his formidable body and brute strength to hold on.

"Damn it!" the Bull Demon King roared repeatedly, driving the Mixed Iron Rod into the ground.

He spat out a ball of his natal demon fire, then pulled a Banana Leaf Fan from his robes and fiercely fanned it at Yang Jian!

"Whoosh—!"

Endless lunar essence transformed into a black yin wind capable of freezing souls, sweeping toward Yang Jian in a vast tide.

"Trifling tricks!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly. He understood the wonders of the Eight Nine Arcane Art and feared neither water nor fire.

With a shake of his body, he transformed into a divine Bifang bird reborn from flames.

With a beat of its wings, boundless Solar True Fire poured forth,