Thump, thump—each beat rang out as majestic and surging as war drums, setting the hearts of the only four great experts remaining on the scene racing wildly and their blood and qi churning without end.
Yan Mozi had expended heavily after unleashing the Dragon Demon True Fire. He even felt as though an invisible giant hand were squeezing and kneading his heart, as if it would ruthlessly crush it apart the next moment. His face, formerly snow-white, turned iron-blue, and threads of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
In his shock, he joined his fingers into a sword sign and tapped several vital acupoints on his body in succession, severing the connection between his blood and qi and his heart. Only then did he feel considerably better.
This was the rhythm of Xiang Yang's own heartbeat, stirring discomfort in the other four. Had anyone even slightly weaker in cultivation stood here, they would already have been shaken to death alive. Under the Dragon Demon True Fire, Xiang Yang seemed to have improved yet again.
"Demon Fire Forging Golden Body. What a Xiang Yang. Not only did he withstand this forbidden ultimate move, he even used it to forge his physical strength to a higher level. He truly is a great enemy of our demonic sect. In a few more years, I fear he will be able to contend with the sect's foremost experts."
Lu Chunwang's eyes flickered. Amid his admiration, he felt a twelvefold wariness rise in his heart.
He gently nudged the back of the Giant Tiger Beast King beneath his feet and slowly retreated. At this moment, he already harbored thoughts of withdrawal, unwilling to confront such a powerhouse head-on.
It was not that he was afraid, but that there was no need. It was only