You've Got It Backward-It's How Many Moves They Can Last

Chu Jiang said nothing. He strode forward like a shooting star, throwing punch after punch. The ground exploded beneath him, making the Great Elder's expression change once more.

"Damn it! You've successfully enraged me!"

The Great Elder's body transformed again. His flesh underwent a second mutation, swelling threefold until his demonic body stood level with the Tyrant, turning him into a bloody monster.

Gripping a jet-black iron staff, he charged straight at Chu Jiang.

"Roar—"

The Tyrant also let out a furious roar. The seven demonic wheel eyes on its head blazed as an unprecedented surge of Primordial Spirit Power rushed toward Chu Jiang's sea of consciousness.

However.

As the Tyrant's Primordial Spirit Power crashed into Chu Jiang's sea of consciousness, a vast Golden Emperor Bell emerged, like an immortal Glazed Gold body, instantly dissolving the assault.

Chu Jiang stepped through Carefree Travel, his terrifying giant hand smashing directly toward the two demons. His blows rang out like great bells and cauldrons, booming dully.

All three moved at the absolute limit of speed.

As the battle deepened, they vanished from sight.

Elsewhere.

Gui Xuzi watched the three battle, his brows tightly furrowed. This man had most likely reached Mid-level Ascended God. If not for the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range's unique suppression, the Tyrant and the Great Elder might not have lasted even ten moves.

On the God Ascension Path, one realm was one heaven higher.

Between Lower God Ascension and Mid-level Ascended God lay an even more immense gulf.

Still, he was not worried. This was the Tyrant's home ground.

The Tyrant's true combat strength had yet to be revealed. With the Taotie Human-Demon Body added to the equation, it would surely suppress this man within a hundred moves.

Within the battlefield.

"Xuantian Palm!"

"Xuanming Palm!"

The Xuanming