Boom! Boom! Boom!
Wave after wave of thunderous roars echoed throughout the Demon Realm.
Yang Jian and Chonglou were locked in combat. The Yanbo Blood Blade and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade clashed fiercely.
Neither used spells or divine abilities. They simply swung their weapons, imbuing each move with the power of law until even the simplest strike carried tremendous force.
Heaven and earth roared without cease. The void split like a scar across the sky, and surging Demonic Qi cracked the ground.
Yang Jian and Chonglou had long since reached the fever pitch of battle.
Then Chonglou brought his blade down in a heavy chop, sending Yang Jian flying backward. But Yang Jian did not rush in again. He stopped.
Boundless divine light burst from his body, spreading in every direction and soaring into the sky.
As the divine light blazed, Yang Jian's body grew larger and taller!
Only when he reached ten thousand zhang did the transformation stop.
Now as tall as the heavens and radiant as the sun and moon, Yang Jian slowly lowered his head. Like a towering god, he looked down upon the myriad living beings.
In that moment, heaven and earth seemed to become one. All living things trembled beneath his immense figure. Wind and thunder surged, demonic clouds churned, and even the heavens seemed to cheer for him.
This was Heavenly Manifestation!
Yang Jian slowly raised his right leg. With wind and thunder roaring around it, he stomped down at Chonglou.
Despite standing ten thousand zhang tall, he was anything but clumsy. His descending leg moved so fast that it tore through the air with a series of sharp shrieks.
Even space began to shudder, crack after crack appearing across it.
The power of that stomp was terrifying.
Yang Jian had already attained Fleshly Sainthood and perfected the Eight Nine Arcane Art. With the great divine ability of Heavenly Manifestation added to them, he had pushed his physical strength to the limit.
"...!!!"
That outrageous stomp nearly made Chonglou lose his mind.
Yang Jian's Primordial Spirit cultivation was only at the Early-Stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal level, but he had attained Fleshly Sainthood. Add his perfected Eight Nine Arcane Art, and his physical strength rivaled a Late-Stage Quasi-Sage!
How was Chonglou supposed to fight that?!
Their battle might have looked fierce, but Chonglou had never actually managed to break through Yang Jian's defenses.
He had been enjoying the fight immensely, yet seeing Yang Jian resort to Heavenly Manifestation almost made him curse aloud.
His body was already unmatched, and now he was using Heavenly Manifestation?!
Was this bastard even human?!
Chonglou wanted to fight to his heart's content, not get thrashed. Faced with that terrifying stomp, he drew on his mastery of Space Law, tore open space, and slipped into the void to evade it.
The stomp shook and split the earth. Even the surrounding space shattered.
With the void breaking apart, Chonglou could not avoid the blow completely. Gravely injured, he fell out of the void.
It was a clear demonstration of what it meant for sheer strength to shatter ten thousand arts.
"I'm done, I'm done! I've had my fill. I don't want to fight anymore!"
Chonglou had no intention of continuing. His opponent had pulled out his ultimate move—what was there left to fight?
In truth, both he and Yang Jian knew that if they relied only on Magical Power and the power of law, neither could do much to the other.
But Yang Jian's perfected Eight Nine Arcane Art had made his body so formidable that Chonglou could not breach his defenses.
If the fight went on, Chonglou would eventually lose even if they used only Magical Power and the power of law.
Chonglou did not have a body strong enough to keep him uninjured while sustaining an endless fight.
Now he intended to cultivate the Eight Nine Arcane Art as well.
As the Demon Lord, Chonglou had cultivated a Body Refining technique of his own. His physique was hardly weak, but compared with Yang Jian's, it fell far short.
The Body Refining technique he cultivated was among the finest in his world, yet it could not compare to the Eight Nine Arcane Art, the Mystic School's divine guardian art.
"If I hadn't used my physical strength, I doubt either of us could have won."
Yang Jian released Heavenly Manifestation, flew over to Chonglou, and pulled him up from the ground.
"Your physical strength is still your strength. I lost."
Chonglou made no excuses. He accepted his defeat without hesitation.
He could no longer remember the last time he had lost. All he knew was that he had never been defeated since becoming the Demon Lord.
Even Feipeng could do no more than fight him to a draw.
"Once I've cultivated the Eight Nine Arcane Art, I'll fight you again," Chonglou said earnestly.
"That won't be easy. I only perfected it because of the Immortal Exalted."
Yang Jian smiled and waved a hand. A streak of white light flew toward Chonglou.
"This is the Eight Nine Arcane Art. It's yours."
Chonglou had not expected Yang Jian to give it to him for free. He had planned to buy it from the shop with Sacred Spirit Stones.
"If you're giving it to me, I'll accept it. But I'm giving you some Sacred Spirit Stones in return, and you can't refuse."
After accepting the Eight Nine Arcane Art, Chonglou handed Yang Jian a pile of Sacred Spirit Stones.
There were enough stones to buy the art from the shop, with some left over.
Chonglou accepted because he knew Yang Jian was offering it sincerely.
But as the Demon Lord, he could hardly take such a gift for nothing.
Yang Jian gave him a cultivation art, and he gave Yang Jian Sacred Spirit Stones. Surely that was fine?
It was not a purchase. It was an exchange of gifts!
Yes, I'm rather brilliant, Chonglou thought.
"..."
Yang Jian was left speechless by Chonglou's maneuver.
But after what Chonglou had said, he could only accept the Sacred Spirit Stones.
He did not dare give another gift in return. Who knew what Chonglou would do next?
"Yang Jian, aside from Feipeng, you're the only opponent who's ever given me such a satisfying fight. Come! Today, we drink until we drop!"
Chonglou grabbed Yang Jian and led him toward the Supreme Hall.
The great demons who had huddled at the edge of the Demon Realm breathed a collective sigh of relief when they saw the fighting stop.
That was rough! Far too rough!
After exchanging glances, they all flew toward the Supreme Hall.
These great demons were Chonglou's subordinates.
The Supreme Hall.
Chonglou ordered his returning subordinates to prepare a feast, then struck up a conversation with Yang Jian.
The two began by reviewing their battle.
Once they had finished, they turned to discussing the Dao.
Knowing that Chonglou intended to cultivate the Eight Nine Arcane Art, Yang Jian explained its cultivation requirements in detail.
By the time their discussion ended, the feast was ready.
There was no need to dwell on the lively scene of Yang Jian and Chonglou raising cup after cup together.
The Langya World.
By the time Bai Yu arrived, the unfamiliar system was still resisting.
Even with the Devour Abyss Flag in his grasp, the Law Avatar could only seal off the world and suppress the unfamiliar system's power of the Great Dao. He could not subdue it completely.
Worse, he had to divert some of his strength to protect this world.
Otherwise, the clash of powers of the Great Dao would likely destroy this Lesser World in an instant and return it to chaos.
Though the Great Dao was incomplete, it was still far beyond anything a Lesser World could contend with.
The slightest contact meant death!
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