Fierce Battle!

Sunlight glinted off the Mò Dāo, reflecting a chilling cold light.

Chu Feng leaped into the air, raising the saber above his head. The Mò Dāo, like a mountain, enveloped Fang Hanshan within three feet, smashing down heavily!

Fang Hanshan's expression remained unchanged. He flicked his sword, diverting the Mò Dāo's attack and causing it to strike the ground.

Simultaneously, he pressed forward, his long sword slashing fiercely towards Chu Feng's neck.

Fang Hanshan, a seasoned veteran, understood the principle of "an inch longer is an inch stronger," earning nods of approval from the onlookers.

Chu Feng remained calm in the face of danger, dodging with a turn of his head while simultaneously blocking with his saber. The saber hilt and the long sword clashed!

His left hand transformed into a fist, striking directly at Fang Hanshan's chest and lungs.

Fang Hanshan's eyes turned cold, showing no fear. His fingers formed a claw, a gust of wind rushing forth like a roaring tiger.

"Bang!"

The crane's beak and the tiger's claw collided. Fang Hanshan's face was filled with surprise. He hadn't expected Chu Feng's martial arts and unarmed combat to be as potent as his saber skills, seemingly reaching a perfect state!

He couldn't comprehend how a lowly servant could have cultivated his saber techniques, fist arts, and martial arts to such a pinnacle.

But the battle raged on. Fists rained down like lightning, and he had no time to think as they exchanged over ten more blows.

In the span of a breath, the sounds of fists, claws, sabers, and swords clashing echoed endlessly. Fang Hanshan was shocked to find he couldn't suppress Chu Feng!

"I can't keep this up. Youth is king, and even with my superior realm, I can't withstand this attrition!"

"I must end this quickly!"

Suddenly, Fang Hanshan's aura surged. His long, graying hair flew wildly as his long sword slashed rapidly towards Chu Feng's chest.

Sword energy whistled, and killing intent permeated the air.

"Just in time!"

Chu Feng's fighting spirit soared, showing no fear as he charged forward with his saber.

However, just as the saber and sword were about to collide, a small silver sword appeared mysteriously in Fang Hanshan's left hand.

Chu Feng felt a great sense of danger. An intuition told him this sword was no ordinary weapon.

But he would never retreat.

With a stern look, he leaped into the air, kicking the end of the saber handle with both feet. The Mò Dāo shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, its speed skyrocketing!

Fang Hanshan's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Chu Feng to make such a decisive flying saber attack. Caught off guard, his long sword was knocked away by the speeding Mò Dāo, nearly severing his arm.

He immediately abandoned his attempt to stab Chu Feng with the silver sword and quickly defended against the Mò Dāo.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The Mò Dāo instantly split into three pieces, but the broken tip still struck Fang Hanshan's arm. His right hand drooped, and the bones in his shoulder were shattered by the impact of the broken blade.

Strike while the iron is hot!

Chu Feng gave Fang Hanshan no chance to react, swiftly closing the distance. His movements were like a phantom, a snake's shadow, suddenly appearing to Fang Hanshan's left.

Fang Hanshan wielded the silver sword to defend, but how could one hand match Chu Feng's two?

After three exchanges, his wrist was pierced by the sharp crane's beak, and the silver sword fell.

With his most dangerous weapon lost, Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to press his advantage and finish the fight.

But then, Fang Hanshan suddenly erupted, his aura surging once more, several times more terrifying than before.

Chu Feng was caught off guard and struck in the abdomen by a palm. He was sent flying uncontrollably, crashing through the door and wall, landing in a house...

"What's going on?"

The crowd gasped in shock, all eyes turning to Fang Hanshan.

His aura had transformed, shifting from its previous imposing and domineering nature to one of sinister terror!

His skin turned pale, fangs emerged, his fingernails grew wildly, and a terrifying, evil aura permeated the entire area.

The wound on his wrist stopped bleeding, and the bones in his right shoulder cracked, seemingly healing at high speed!

"Truly a terrifying prodigy of demonic nature, to force me to this extent?"

Fang Hanshan's voice was like that of a ghost, dry and harsh.

"A Demonic Beast!"

"Fang Hanshan is actually a Demonic Beast..." the Wang Family patriarch exclaimed in shock.

"We're not blind, we can see it," the Li Family patriarch said gravely, unconsciously tightening his grip on his long sword.

After careful observation, Yang Chenwu stated, "He's not a Demonic Beast, but a Demonic Warrior who has undergone modification with Demonic Beast essence blood!"

Seeing their confused expressions, he explained.

"Warriors modified with Demonic Beast essence blood possess strength far exceeding that of their peers, but they also suffer severe side effects. They become violent, mentally distorted, and some even develop a taste for human flesh like Demonic Beasts, posing a threat no less than that of Demonic Beasts!"

"Heh heh, County Magistrate, isn't that a bit too hasty? Demonic Warriors are fundamentally still human, just with a slightly more extreme temperament. This side effect, in exchange for such a massive increase in strength, is a truly worthwhile trade..."

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

Sensing Fang Hanshan's incredibly powerful aura, Wang Chaosheng and Li Nantian swallowed hard.

They had been trapped in this realm for a long time. Even if they obtained the Viscera Refining Breathing Technique, they probably wouldn't be able to cultivate it. On the other hand, Demonic Warriors, their strength already far surpassed ordinary Bone Forging Warriors.

"Exactly, exactly... The Fang family head only cultivates a special Cultivation Method. Strength is neither good nor evil; it depends on the user. How could Old Master Fang, such an upright person, fall into the Demonic Dao?" Wang Chaosheng nodded in agreement.

His fawning expression suggested he was on the verge of licking Fang Hanshan's shoes.

"Nonsense!" Yang Chenwu was about to say more when Fang Hanshan appeared beside him like lightning and sent him flying seven or eight meters with a palm strike.

"Wicked heretics will die a horrible death!" Yang Chenwu, lying on the ground, coughed up a large mouthful of blood and said resentfully.

"I wanted to get rid of you long ago, but you were too cunning and never revealed any weaknesses, so I kept you until now. Today, you'll die sooner rather than later!"

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

Li Nantian's expression was extremely grim. It was clear that Fang Hanshan's strength had far surpassed theirs.

However, if he were to grovel like Wang Chaosheng, he was extremely unwilling.

But looking at Yang Chenwu, who was about to be killed, Li Nantian felt he would be next.

Just as he was in deep distress, the ground suddenly trembled violently.

Everyone turned to look. Chu Feng, who everyone thought was dead, actually stood up from the ruins.

Chu Feng was bare-chested, his skin turning from fair to crimson. Golden tendons bulged from his flesh, like swimming golden young dragons.

His back muscles contorted, forming a Vajra Mingwang Demon Subduing Diagram. He stepped on a one-legged Kui Niu and was draped in a golden, dragon-patterned kasaya...

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

Fang Hanshan's vision blurred. Chu Feng, who had been far away, instantly appeared before him.

A sound that burst the air!

His beak carried terrifying penetrating power, striking directly at Fang Hanshan's temple!

"Bang!"

Fang Hanshan, transformed into a Demonic Beast, had a huge increase in strength and speed. He managed to block Chu Feng's attack at the last possible moment.

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of blows. The entire street became the scene of their intense, flesh-and-blood collisions. Wherever they passed, houses collapsed, and the ground cracked, turning into a giant meat grinder battlefield.

Warriors below the Bone Forging Realm saw this and quickly retreated, not daring to watch, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Moreover, they couldn't even see the two of them move. They could only see two bolts of lightning clashing, roaring...

"What a powerful physique. He can actually fight a Demonic Beast-modified body with his bare hands..." Yang Chenwu touched the blood at the corner of his mouth and exclaimed.

Wang Chaosheng and Li Nantian also looked on in stunned silence.

They couldn't understand how a young man who came from a slave background had grown to such a terrifying level.