Fierce Battle!

Sunlight shone upon the Mò Dāo, reflecting a chilling glint.

Chu Feng suddenly soared into the air, raising the blade above his head. The Mò Dāo loomed over the area within three feet of Fang Hanshan like a mountain before crashing down!

Fang Hanshan's expression remained unchanged. He lifted his sword to redirect the force, changing the Mò Dāo's trajectory and making it slam into the ground.

At the same time, he pressed forward, swinging his sword viciously at Chu Feng's neck.

Fang Hanshan truly was an old hand. He understood the principle that an inch of extra length meant an inch of advantage, and used his long sword to exploit the Mò Dāo's weakness. The onlooking crowd nodded repeatedly.

Chu Feng remained calm in the face of danger. He turned his head to dodge while thrusting up his blade to defend, and the hilt collided with the long sword in an explosive clash!

His left hand became a fist and struck straight at Fang Hanshan's heart and lungs.

Fang Hanshan's eyes turned cold. He was utterly unafraid. His five fingers curled into claws, and a fierce wind rushed toward Chu Feng's face, as if a fierce tiger were roaring its way over.

"Bang!"

The Crane Beak Strike and tiger claw collided. Fang Hanshan's face filled with astonishment. He had never expected Chu Feng's fist and foot techniques to be just as formidable as his blade work—perhaps they had already reached perfection!

He could not understand how a lowly servant had cultivated his saber technique, fist technique, and martial arts to such an astonishing peak.

But the battle continued. A fist flashed toward him like lightning, leaving him no time to think. He collided with Chu Feng more than ten times in succession.

In the space of a few breaths, the clashes of their fists and claws, blades and swords, rang out without end. Fang Hanshan was shocked to discover that he could not suppress Chu Feng!

I can't keep fighting like this. Even if my cultivation is superior, I can't withstand such attrition. The young fear no hardship, while the old fear exhaustion!

I have to end this quickly!

Suddenly, Fang Hanshan's aura surged. His graying hair whipped through the air without any wind, and the long sword in his hand slashed swiftly toward Chu Feng's chest.

Sword Qi howled, carrying a dense killing intent.

"Perfect timing!"

Chu Feng's fighting spirit soared. He was utterly fearless as he planted his blade and thrust forward!

Yet just as blade and sword were about to collide, a Silver Short Sword mysteriously appeared in Fang Hanshan's left hand.

The sense of crisis in Chu Feng's heart intensified. Some profound instinct told him that this sword was far from ordinary.

But he absolutely refused to retreat.

His brows and eyes turned cold and severe. He leaped into the air and kicked the end of the blade's hilt with both feet. The Mò Dāo shot forward like an arrow loosed from the bow, its speed surging as it streaked through the air!

Fang Hanshan's expression changed drastically. He had never expected Chu Feng to decisively launch his blade as a projectile. Caught off guard, he could only watch as the flying Mò Dāo knocked his long sword away and nearly severed half his arm.

At once, Fang Hanshan abandoned his attempt to stab Chu Feng with the Silver Short Sword and hurriedly swung it back to block the Mò Dāo.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The Mò Dāo instantly split into three sections, but the broken blade tip still hacked into Fang Hanshan's arm. His right hand immediately drooped, while the broken blade shattered the bones in his shoulder.

Strike while he was down and finish him!

Chu Feng would not give Fang Hanshan any chance to react. He quickly closed in, his figure like a ghostly snake's shadow, suddenly appearing on Fang Hanshan's left.

Fang Hanshan brandished the Silver Short Sword in defense, but how could one hand stand against both of Chu Feng's?

After three exchanges, the sharp Crane Beak Strike pierced through his wrist, and the Silver Short Sword fell to the ground.

With his opponent's most threatening weapon gone, Chu Feng relaxed slightly and prepared to press his advantage and kill him.

But Fang Hanshan suddenly erupted with power. His aura surged once more, becoming several times more terrifying than before.

Caught off guard, Chu Feng was struck in the abdomen by his palm. His entire body flew uncontrollably through the air, smashed through a wall, and fell into a room...

"What happened?"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically as they stared at Fang Hanshan in shock.

His aura had completely changed. It had gone from mighty and domineering to dark and terrifying!

His skin was deathly pale, his fangs protruded, and the nails on his hands grew wildly. A terrifying, sinister aura spread throughout the entire area.

The blood flowing from his wrist wound had stopped, while the bones in his right shoulder crackled as if they were rapidly healing!

"What a terrifying monstrous genius. You actually forced me to this point?"

Fang Hanshan's voice sounded like that of an evil ghost, dry and grating.

"A demon!"

"Fang Hanshan is actually a demon..." the Wang Family Patriarch said in shock.

"Are we all blind? We can see that," the Li Family Patriarch said grimly, unconsciously tightening his grip on the long sword in his hand.

After carefully observing Fang Hanshan, Yang Chenwu said, "He isn't a demon. He's a Demonic Warrior who has been transformed by demonic blood essence!"

Seeing the confusion on everyone's faces, he explained.

"A martial artist transformed by demonic blood essence will far surpass other martial artists of the same level. However, there are also extremely serious side effects. Their personalities become savage and violent, and their minds become twisted. Some even develop the same craving for human flesh as demons. The danger they pose is no less than that of demons!"

"Heh heh, County Magistrate, that judgment of yours is a little too absolute. A Demonic Warrior is still human by nature. Their temperament merely becomes somewhat extreme. Exchanging that small side effect for such a tremendous increase in strength—isn't that a wonderfully profitable bargain?"

Fang Hanshan's dry voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Feeling the incomparably powerful aura radiating from Fang Hanshan, Wang Chaosheng and Li Nantian swallowed hard.

They had been stuck in this realm for a long time. Even if they obtained the Viscera Refining Breathing Technique, they might still be unable to cultivate it. Yet Fang Hanshan, as a Demonic Warrior, already possessed strength far beyond that of an ordinary Bone Forging Realm martial artist.

"Exactly, exactly... Master Fang merely cultivated a special technique. Power itself is neither righteous nor evil—it all depends on the person who wields it. How could Old Master Fang, such an upright man, possibly have fallen into demonic ways?" Wang Chaosheng nodded and echoed him.

His fawning expression was so obsequious that he was practically licking the soles of Fang Hanshan's shoes.

"Nonsense!" Yang Chenwu still wanted to say more, but Fang Hanshan appeared beside him like lightning and sent him flying seven or eight meters away with a single palm strike.

"Demonic heretics, you deserve a miserable death!" Yang Chenwu lay on the ground, coughing up a large mouthful of blood as he spat out the words furiously.

"I wanted to get rid of you long ago, but unfortunately, you were sinister and calculating, never revealing a single flaw. That's why I kept you alive until now. Today, you can die early!"

Fang Hanshan raised his palm, preparing to kill Yang Chenwu.

Li Nantian's expression was indescribably ugly. Fang Hanshan's strength had clearly surpassed theirs by far.

Yet he was extremely unwilling to kneel and fawn like Wang Chaosheng.

But as he watched Yang Chenwu, who was about to die here, Li Nantian felt that he would be next.

Just as he was torn with indecision, the ground suddenly shook violently.

Everyone turned around to look. Chu Feng, whom they had all believed to be dead, actually rose from the ruins.

Chu Feng's upper body was bare. The flesh across his body had changed from pale to crimson, while golden tendons bulged across his skin like writhing golden young dragons.

The muscles across his back knotted together, forming the Vajra Mingwang Demon Subduing Diagram. One foot stood upon a one-legged Kui ox, while a golden dragon-trimmed kasaya draped over his body...

"Old bastard, your fists are too weak. Try mine!"

Fang Hanshan only felt his vision blur. Chu Feng, who had been far away a moment earlier, instantly appeared in front of him.

A thunderous explosion erupted as the air was pierced apart!

The Crane Beak Strike carried terrifying penetrating force as it drove straight toward Fang Hanshan's temple!

"Bang!"

After transforming into a demon, Fang Hanshan's strength and speed had increased tremendously. He actually blocked Chu Feng's attack within a hair's breadth.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of blows. The entire street resounded with the fierce, flesh-on-flesh collisions of their fists. Wherever they passed, houses collapsed and the earth cracked, turning the area into a gigantic battlefield of grinding flesh.

Martial artists below the Bone Forging Realm scattered in fear, not daring to watch any longer lest they be swept into the battle.

Besides, they could not see the two men's movements at all. They could only see two bolts of lightning striking against each other amid thunderous explosions...

"What a powerful physique. He can actually fight the body transformed by demonic blood essence with his bare hands..." Yang Chenwu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and exclaimed in amazement.

Wang Chaosheng and Li Nantian were both staring blankly.

No matter how hard they tried, they could not understand how a mere youth from a servant's background had grown to such a terrifying level.