A pitch-black demonic dragon, carrying the power of the demonic path, twisted toward Martial Ancestor in a killing attack. Martial Ancestor remained calm in the face of danger. With a flash of his figure, he dodged the demonic dragon's attack. At the same time, he formed hand seals and muttered an incantation, and a mysterious power surged from within him.
That power rapidly gathered into a gigantic palm, which slammed toward the demonic dragon. The demonic dragon sensed the tremendous force and tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
The enormous palm crashed heavily onto the demonic dragon, producing a thunderous boom. The demonic dragon roared in agony, its body twisting as it retreated.
Martial Ancestor pressed his advantage, closing in and launching a series of attacks. His fists were as fierce as a violent storm, instantly enveloping the demonic dragon.
The demonic dragon struggled to resist, but under Martial Ancestor's powerful onslaught, it gradually fell into a disadvantage. In the end, Martial Ancestor unleashed a supreme technique and completely defeated it. Just like that, the demonic dragon transformed into a stream of pure demonic energy and returned to Xuan Mo's body.
"Clap, clap, clap." Xuan Mo clapped three times and said, "Not bad. As expected of Martial Ancestor, your combat power is decent. You were able to withstand that attack of mine. In my Primordial Wilderness, you could be counted among the experts. Since that's the case, I'll have to get serious."
As he spoke, the God-Slaying Spear suddenly appeared in Xuan Mo's hand. He raised it and thrust it out, sending a streak of cold light, accompanied by endless demonic energy, stabbing toward Martial Ancestor. This attack carried another measure of power; unlike before, he was no longer holding back.
Martial Ancestor's expression turned solemn when