Devil Master Awakens and Breaks Through the Bewildering Barrier; Spectators Become Enraptured and Forget Life and Death

He did not hesitate. Forming a sword with two fingers, he thrust them toward his temple.

Almost the instant he realized something was wrong, something beneath the flesh between those "dragon horns" on his forehead seemed to sense that it had been exposed and began to squirm.

Then, with a pop, a small hole was torn open in the flesh!

A black shadow shot out like an arrow loosed from a bow, lunging straight at Chen Duan nearby.

Feng Qu Xian was shocked and enraged. He immediately understood what had happened and roared:

"So it was you, you bug!" His large hand clawed fiercely forward!

The black shadow was unmistakably a one-eyed Black Sphere Sprite. It called out to Chen Duan for help:

"Little Chen, save me! I have what you want!"

Hearing that familiar voice, a flicker of surprise crossed Chen Duan's eyes. He then split into a grin.

"Old Feng? You've got one tough life. I can't believe you're still alive!"

Before his voice had even faded, the Ten Hearts Sword in his hand was already imbued with the true qi of the Fuhu Fist. It transformed into a streak of flowing light and shot toward Feng Qu Xian's reaching arm!

The sword pierced through Feng Qu Xian's arm, causing his movements to falter.

Chen Duan surged forward until he was in front of Feng Qu Xian, hooked the flying Old Feng with the Gold Sword in one hand, and slammed his other fist into Feng Qu Xian's chest.

Feng Qu Xian flew away. While he was in midair, the strange sensation interfering with his thoughts completely vanished. Only then did he discover that part of his brain was actually missing!

That bug had clearly been frozen solid by his Cold Poison. He had no idea how it had survived.

But he had no time to investigate now. All that remained was his fury at being made a fool of.

He needed to vent it. He had to take back what was his.

Feng Qu Xian crashed to the ground and immediately yanked out the Ten Hearts Sword. His qi and blood erupted with a boom, Cold Poison and true qi interweaving and spilling outward, while the wounds on his body were instantly sealed in extreme cold.

The pair of "dragon horns" on his forehead twisted and extended. His jaw tore through the flesh, revealing a pair of curved fangs. The blood vessels beneath his skin writhed and bulged, and his entire face became blue-faced and fang-toothed, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.

His body swelled violently as well, until he was no smaller than Chen Duan. His skin seemed to freeze like mud, becoming covered in shattered ice, as though he had donned a thick suit of armor.

At this moment, Feng Qu Xian had already broken free of the category of human beings, at least in appearance.

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

He no longer retreated. He pressed both palms against the ground, the muscles in his legs bulging as terrifying strength erupted. Then he charged straight at Chen Duan.

"Whatever your origin, two bugs—both of you can die for this lord!" His roar shook the four directions, brimming with savage Killing Intent.

"Hahahaha! Now that's more like it!"

Chen Duan was not frightened but delighted. He threw back his head and laughed wildly, his Battle Intent boiling.

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

Old Feng suddenly found his vision going black, and then he had already fallen into Chen Duan's mouth.

Still shaken, he let out a breath of relief, only to discover that he was actually inside Chen Duan's mouth.

"Come to think of it, this is the first time I've ever been this close to this kid's brain..."

A little thought arose involuntarily, but he immediately forced it down.

No! No!

That kid is still fighting that impostor. If the impostor wins, he definitely won't let me off! Besides, this kid dared to put me in his mouth, so who knows what precautions he has taken against me. And I might still need this kid to do things for me later. I'd better not ruin our relationship.

He hurriedly curled up in a secure corner, but his mind sank inward as he began to digest.

He had feasted in that impostor's brain and gained quite a harvest.

Outside, the battle had already reached its boiling point.

Thunder in the sky grew denser and denser, while the original threads of rain had turned into falling droplets.

Neither Chen Duan nor Feng Qu Xian held anything back anymore. They had completely cast off their restraints.

Fists and palms clashed, booming like thunder.

Blades and swords flashed without pause, scattering cold light in every direction.

Feng Qu Xian pushed the strange techniques of the Break Apex fighting style to the extreme, every move aimed at a vital point.

Chen Duan, meanwhile, relied on the strength of his physical body and his vast qi and blood. He shattered finesse with force and met strength with strength, every punch and kick carrying the power to topple cities and seize fortresses.

After one hard clash, the two joined and separated in an instant.

Feng Qu Xian borrowed the force to retreat dozens of yards. He gathered power in one palm as true qi and Cold Poison coiled around his arm like dragons and snakes, merging together.

He thrust out his palm, the sound resembling a dragon's roar.

A gray-white pillar of qi mixed with Cold Poison and true qi surged forth like a roaring ice dragon, tearing through the curtain of rain and crashing straight into Chen Duan.

Under the ravages of the Cold Poison, the falling raindrops abruptly stopped, freezing in midair with crackling sounds as they solidified, as though even time had been frozen at that moment.

Chen Duan's expression did not change. All his arms raised themselves together, various streams of true qi surging out through his body and forming a barrier in front of him.

The pillar of qi slammed into the barrier.

Along the path taken by the pillar, a road of ice froze into existence, while sharp icicles thrust diagonally from both sides.

After several breaths, the power of the strike finally dissipated.

But Chen Duan's left fist, which had begun gathering power while he blocked, had now condensed true qi from the Fuhu Fist so dense it resembled a cloud of blood mist!

Almost the instant the pillar of qi vanished, Chen Duan's heavy punch shot out. Wherever its force passed, the freshly frozen road and icicles shattered in an instant, turning into powder that filled the sky.

Using the shattered ice as cover, Feng Qu Xian transformed into a fading afterimage. His massive body displayed a speed wholly inconsistent with its size as he appeared behind Chen Duan's side and brought down a vicious Palm Blade.

An arm on Chen Duan's back blocked it in time!

Crack!

The Cold Poison invaded along the arm. A thick layer of ice covered it at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then, amid a sharp crack, it shattered into countless ice fragments.

"You've got a lot of arms, do you? Then this lord will first cripple those mutt paws of yours, one by one!"

Feng Qu Xian gave a feral grin. Refusing to give up his advantage, he pushed his movement technique to the extreme and flickered around Chen Duan.

His palms and fingers were like blades, Cold Poison sweeping in every direction. In the blink of an eye, with lightning speed, he crippled several of Chen Duan's arms in succession.

Chen Duan seized a gap as his opponent shifted between attacks, turned, and lashed out with a heavy, forceful kick to Feng Qu Xian's waist and abdomen, sending him flying like a sandbag.

A tremor of true qi ran through Chen Duan's body, forcing the Cold Poison within him out. Immediately afterward, a flood of qi and blood surged toward his severed limbs.

The muscles on his back tightened and relaxed.

Crack-crack!

At the broken ends of those crippled arms, flesh writhed and grew. In the blink of an eye, they sprouted anew like bamboo shoots after the rain, completely regrowing in an instant.

Feng Qu Xian's heart trembled when he saw this.

Could this kid's qi and blood truly be endless?

His fierce assault had actually been like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to harm Chen Duan's foundation in the slightest.

At the instant his attention wavered, Chen Duan had already taken advantage of Feng Qu Xian's unsteady footing to close in again, casually snatching up the Ten Hearts Sword embedded in the ground as he did so.

"Monster? We're birds of a feather!"

Chen Duan let out a wild laugh.

The next moment, all his arms moved at once!

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

The offensive became a raging storm, a starry river cascading backward from the heavens.

The speed reached its limit, the sheer number was suffocating, and the intricate moves dazzled the eyes.

Feng Qu Xian's palm techniques were fierce, but against this all-encompassing, completely airtight barrage, flaws inevitably appeared.

Once one strike landed, a hundred more followed!

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Wounds and holes of every size appeared all over Feng Qu Xian's ice-armored body, densely packed until he looked like a sieve.

"So your name is Chen Duan? This lord will remember you!"

Beaten into a sorry state, Feng Qu Xian was consumed by fury.

"Among all the Fifth Levels I've ever seen, I'm willing to call you the strongest!"

Cold Poison erupted around his body, sealing every wound in ice. His qi and blood followed close behind, surging and shaking through him. His damaged flesh actually repaired and healed.

Seeing his opponent's recovery, Chen Duan thought of Withered Wood Meets Spring from the Wood Element Art.

As the two fought fiercely, an absolute domain formed around them. The torrents of rain could not approach at all. Once a droplet entered this area, it was either shredded by true qi or frozen by Cold Poison.

In the distance, all the spectators had long since been left dumbfounded.

From the initial warm-up probing, to the second stage of deadly combat, to the fierce collisions of palms and swords, followed by the chase between the two, and finally this ultimate battle in which they had completely cast off their restraints and fought to the death...

The chain of transformations seemed to have lasted a long time, but had actually occurred in a very short span. Their thoughts could not keep up with the pace of the battle, and their hearts were gripped tighter and tighter.

Perhaps they had experienced too much fear, leaving their nerves numb. Another completely different emotion took root in their hearts like wildfire.

Excitement!

The tremor and fanaticism that came from the depths of the soul of a Martial Master.

Kong Tianpeng gazed at the two battling figures in the distance. Without thinking, he spoke aloud, voicing what everyone felt:

"This is what the pinnacle of martial arts should be! In this lifetime, to witness such a battle between transcendent beings—even if I died here, I would have no regrets!"