Demon Lord's Startled Awakening Breaks Through Illusory Barrier, Spectators Mesmerized, Forgetting Life and Death

He didn't hesitate, his fingers together like a sword, stabbing towards his temples.

Almost the instant he realized the problem, beneath the skin between the "dragon horns" on his forehead, something seemed to sense it had been exposed and began to squirm.

Immediately, with a pop, the skin split open a small gash!

A black shadow shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring, lunging straight for Chen Duan, who was not far away.

Feng Qu Xian was both shocked and enraged. He immediately understood the reason and roared:

"So it was you, you insect!" He lunged forward with his massive hand!

The black shadow was clearly a one-eyed black sphere sprite. It cried out to Chen Duan for help:

"Chen kid, save me! I have something you want!"

Hearing the familiar voice, a flicker of surprise flashed in Chen Duan's eyes. He then grinned and said:

"Old Feng? You've got a tough life to still be alive!"

Before his words fell, the Ten Hearts Sword in his hand was imbued with Fuhu Fist True Qi, transforming into a stream of light and flying towards Feng Qu Xian's outstretched arm!

The long sword pierced Feng Qu Xian's arm, causing his movement to falter.

Chen Duan lunged forward, grabbing the flying Old Feng with his Gold Sword, while his other fist slammed into Feng Qu Xian's chest.

Feng Qu Xian flew backward. In mid-air, the abnormal sensation that had been interfering with his thoughts completely disappeared. It was then he realized a part of his mind was missing!

That insect had clearly been frozen by his cold poison; he had no idea how it had survived.

But he had no time to investigate now, only the rage of being tricked remained.

He needed to vent, to reclaim what was his.

He landed with a crash, pulled out the Ten Hearts Sword, and his Blood Essence erupted, cold and True Qi intertwining and spilling out. His wounds instantly froze over with extreme cold.

The "dragon horns" on his forehead stretched and twisted. His jawbone tore through his skin, revealing a pair of curved fangs. The veins beneath his skin bulged and writhed, his entire face turning green and fanged, like a demon crawling from hell.

His body also expanded rapidly until he was comparable to Chen Duan. His skin seemed to freeze like mud, covered in ice shards, as if he were wearing a thick suit of armor.

At this moment, Feng Qu Xian, from the outside, had clearly transcended the bounds of humanity.

With his mind no longer disturbed, the Huntian Demon Lord finally revealed his true ferocity.

He no longer retreated. He pressed his palms onto the ground, his leg muscles bulging, unleashing terrifying power as he charged directly at Chen Duan.

"I don't care who you are, two insects, you will all die by my hand!" His roar shook the surroundings, filled with brutal killing intent.

"Hahahaha! Good! Now this is more like it!"

Chen Duan was delighted rather than alarmed, laughing heartily, his fighting spirit surging.

"Old Feng, we'll chat properly later!"

Old Feng's vision went black, and he found himself in Chen Duan's mouth.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still pounding, realizing he was inside Chen Duan's oral cavity.

Speaking of which, this is the closest I've ever been to this kid's brain...

A fleeting thought involuntarily surfaced, but he quickly suppressed it.

No! Absolutely not!

'That kid is still fighting that imposter. If the imposter wins, he won't let me off! Besides, this kid dared to put me in his mouth; he probably has some hidden defenses against me. And I might need this kid to do things for me later, so I shouldn't ruin our relationship.'

He quickly found a stable corner and curled up. His mind, however, sank down as he began to digest.

In that imposter's mind, he had feasted and gained quite a bit.

The battle outside had reached its climax.

The thunder in the sky grew more frequent, and the light rain had turned into raindrops.

Chen Duan and Feng Qu Xian no longer held back, completely removing their restraints.

Fists and palms collided, explosions like thunder.

Swords clashed, cold light flashing everywhere.

Feng Qu Xian pushed the unpredictability of his Break Apex techniques to the extreme, every move aimed at vital points.

Chen Duan, on the other hand, relied on his physical strength and surging Blood Essence, using force to break skill and strength to counter strength. Every punch and kick carried the power to level cities.

In one head-on clash, the two met and separated instantly.

Feng Qu Xian used the force to retreat dozens of feet, charging his palm. True Qi and cold energy intertwined like dragons and snakes around his arm.

He pushed his palm forward, the sound like a dragon's roar.

A pillar of gray-white energy, mixed with cold and True Qi, like a roaring ice dragon, tore through the rain curtain and slammed directly into Chen Duan.

Under the rampant cold, the falling raindrops suddenly froze, solidifying in mid-air with crackling sounds of ice forming, as if time itself had been frozen at that moment.

Chen Duan's expression remained unchanged. All his arms blocked forward simultaneously, various True Qi surging out of his body to form a barrier in front of him.

The energy pillar crashed against the barrier.

Where the energy pillar passed, it froze a path of ice, and sharp ice shards jutted out from both sides of the path.

A few breaths later, the power of this strike finally dispersed.

Chen Duan's left fist, which he had been charging while blocking, now condensed a Fuhu Fist True Qi so dense it resembled a blood mist!

Almost the instant the pillar of energy dissipated, Chen Duan's heavy fist shot out. As the fist's force passed, the newly formed ice road and ice spikes instantly crumbled, turning into scattered dust.

Using the shattered ice as cover, Feng Qu Xian transformed into an afterimage. His massive body displayed a speed completely unsuited to its size, appearing behind Chen Duan's flank. A palm strike, sharp as a blade, slashed down fiercely.

A hand from Chen Duan's back blocked in time!

Crack!

The cold poison invaded along the arm. The limb was covered in a thick layer of ice at a visible rate, then shattered into countless ice shards with a crisp sound.

"You have many arms, don't you? This Lord will first cripple your monstrous claws, one by one!"

Feng Qu Xian sneered, pressing his advantage. He unleashed his movement technique to its absolute limit, flickering around Chen Duan.

His palms and fingers were like blades, cold energy surging. In an instant, with lightning speed, he had consecutively crippled several of Chen Duan's arms.

Chen Duan seized an opening during the shift in the opponent's attack, spun around, and delivered a powerful whip kick to Feng Qu Xian's abdomen, sending him flying like a sandbag.

He shook the True Qi within his body, expelling the cold poison. Immediately, a torrent of Blood Essence surged towards the severed arm locations.

The muscles on his back tensed and relaxed.

Crackling!

At the broken ends of the crippled arms, flesh and blood writhed and grew. In the blink of an eye, like bamboo shoots after rain, they regrew instantly.

Seeing this, Feng Qu Xian's heart jolted.

Could this brat's Blood Essence truly be endless?

His fierce assault seemed to have vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to harm his core.

The moment his focus wavered, Chen Duan, using the opponent's unstable stance, closed in again, simultaneously scooping up the Ten Hearts Sword stuck in the ground.

"Monster? We're both the same!"

Chen Duan roared with laughter.

The next moment, all his arms moved simultaneously!

Fists, palms, fingers, claws, swords...

The attacks transformed into a storm, a cascade of stars.

The speed was extreme, the numbers suffocating, the techniques so complex they were dazzling.

Though Feng Qu Xian's palm techniques were fierce, facing this all-encompassing, no-blind-spot saturation attack, he eventually made a mistake.

One strike landed, and a hundred followed!

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Feng Qu Xian's body, covered in ice armor, developed countless large and small wounds and holes, turning him into a sieve.

"Chen Duan, is it? This Lord remembers you!"

Feng Qu Xian, battered and enraged, felt his anger surge.

"Among the Five Levels martial artists I've met, I crown you the strongest!"

Cold energy erupted from his body, sealing all his wounds with ice. Blood Essence followed closely, surging and impacting, causing his damaged tissues to repair and heal.

Chen Duan saw the opponent's recovery ability and was reminded of the Wood Element Art's Withered Wood Meets Spring.

Beneath their fierce battle, a zone of absolute dominion formed. Raindrops pouring from the sky could not approach; once within this range, they were either shredded by True Qi or frozen by the cold.

In the distance, all the spectators were already dumbfounded.

From the initial warm-up probes, to the second stage of deadly combat, then the intense clash of palm against sword, followed by the chase, and finally to this moment where both had completely dropped their limits for an all-out, fight-to-the-death ultimate duel...

This series of transformations, though it seemed to take a long time, had happened in a short period, making their minds unable to keep up with the battle's rhythm, their hearts clenching again and again.

Perhaps having experienced too much fear, their nerves had gone numb. A different emotion, like wildfire, began to grow in their hearts.

It was excitement!

It was the trembling and fervor born from their souls as Martial Artists.

Kong Tianpeng gazed at the two figures battling in the distance and unconsciously voiced the sentiments of everyone present:

"The pinnacle of the Martial Path should be like this. To witness such a battle between celestials in this life, even death would hold no regrets!"