Six Hundred Sixty-One: The Awakening of the Demonic Bloodline

The battle between Ling Tian and Xuan Ci was about to erupt. They had chosen the most perilous kind of combat: close-quarters fighting. Sharp stingers clashed with a mighty halberd, energy crisscrossing with every exquisite, deadly strike. Watching from the sidelines, Lian Yue and the others felt their hearts pound with fear.

Xuan Ci truly was a prodigy of the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race. Though he wasn't skilled at head-on clashes, his Great Perfection Spirit Division Stage cultivation, combined with his assassination techniques, still made Ling Tian's blood run cold. Ling Tian had no choice but to stay on full alert.

With just one strike, a blade's glint sliced open Ling Tian's arm. He paid it no mind. Dark-red flames billowed around his body, his eyes gleaming as his fighting spirit soared.

Ling Tian swung his heavy halberd and launched into a fierce assault, like a fierce tiger charging down the mountain, his momentum overwhelming. Though his fighting style was bold and powerful, he occasionally unleashed Buddhist secret arts such as the Swastika Tribulation Finger and Prajna Palm, along with various Daoist techniques. His attacks were sweeping yet nimble, forceful yet precise, leaving the spectators dazzled.

Xuan Ci swept or thrust with his stingers as he moved, exploiting his superior cultivation and speed. He combined close-quarters combat with assassination techniques, making himself impossible to guard against. Without Ling Tian's Void Breaking Buddha Eye, Ling Tian would likely have died beneath those stingers in a single exchange.

Each had his own strengths, and their battle was a clash between evenly matched opponents, each meeting a worthy rival.

If the Demon Race's senior experts had witnessed this spectacular fight, they would surely have admired it, awestruck by the pair's combat skills and instincts.

Hu Yao and the others, who had been worried