A Great Battle!

The collision of the two forces exploded over Holy City like the sky had collapsed and the earth had split apart. The shockwave spread in every direction, flattening every building within a thousand meters, ripping the stone slabs from the ground, and sending the low-level Demon Race members who failed to dodge in time flying.

A trace of excitement flashed through Feng Xiu's deep-blue eyes.

In a thousand years among humanity, only one warrior named Ye Wushang had ever inflicted any real injury on him. That silver-haired old swordsman had exhausted everything to leave a sword scar on his body, then fallen by his hand. It was a battle Feng Xiu remembered to this day—not because Ye Wushang had been so powerful, but because that human had not taken a single step back, even in death.

But Situ Xuan was different.

What this man gave him was not pain, but threat. A real, tangible threat that made him feel he might lose. When his fists came smashing over, Feng Xiu's bones trembled. When his blood force surged in, Feng Xiu's dragon scales cracked. When his fighting will crashed toward him, Feng Xiu's demon heart throbbed.

He had not experienced this sense of threat for a very, very long time.

Feng Xiu's body began to change. Black scales spread from his arms to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his chest, and from his chest across his entire body. A pair of massive dragon wings unfurled behind him, spanning more than ten zhang, dark-purple light flowing across their membranes. Two curved dragon horns grew from his forehead, their tips pointing to the sky, glinting with a cold, hard sheen. His eyes changed from deep blue to blood red, and in his vertical pupils was reflected Situ Xuan's ferocious grin.

The Heaven-Defying