Each Shows Their Skills

In the center of the battlefield, several figures were clearly divided into two opposing camps.

"The insects of the Heavenly Azure Continent dare to launch a preemptive attack?"

A Demon Commander said coldly with a mocking smile.

"Heh, after all, a feud spanning thousands of years has to come to an end, doesn't it?"

Yang Jiuxiao was not angry; instead, he wore a lukewarm smile.

"Heh~"

"Hmph~"

"Dark Binding Kill!"

"Demon Essence Claw!"

The Duan Ren, radiating black light, clashed heavily with the sinister claw shadow, producing a metallic clang. The two figures stared at each other in astonishment.

Two old men!

The two then quickly separated and disappeared into the shadows.

The sudden collision was like opening a floodgate, and the battle between the two strongest fighters erupted instantly.

"Demon Martial Triple Force!"

The Demon Commander at the head of the group exuded Evil Qi, which coalesced into a suit of armor on his body. The fangs and demonic face on the armor inspired fear in all who beheld it.

With palms outstretched, ten sharp bone claws shot out, their chilling gleam seemingly capable of blinding the eyes.

"First level, Demon Rend!"

The dark claw shadow arrived in an instant, tearing through Yang Jiuxiao's chest armor and sending him flying hundreds of feet away.

"Ha, utterly vulnerable."

Having achieved victory with a single strike, the Demon Commander sneered. Just as he was about to turn around and look for other opponents, he suddenly stopped and looked solemnly at the figure getting up in the distance.

"This is finally starting to get interesting."

Although his tone was relaxed, he was on high alert, and he had a vague feeling that he might be in big trouble.

"Oh dear, I'm really getting old and useless. I actually got hit by such a slow attack."

Yang Jiuxiao chuckled as he got up, talking to himself as if chatting casually. As he stood up, he cleanly tore off his tattered armor, revealing his grayish-white skin beneath his clothes. The three white marks on his skin were so faint that they were almost negligible.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Commander's face immediately fell. He was certain that his attack had hit the opponent, and that was precisely why he couldn't accept it.

How could my attacks not even break through their defenses?

"You bastards from the Extraterrestrial Evil race, don't underestimate this old man!"

Using a tone that seemed to be instructing a junior, Yang Jiuxiao's expression gradually became terrifying. With a stomp of his foot, a sonic boom immediately rose from the spot. The Demon Commander looked at the old man who had suddenly appeared in front of him in horror, and instinctively put his arms in front of his chest to block him.

"Boom!"

The black figure was immediately sent flying backward, smashing through dozens of Extraterrestrial Evil race before finally coming to a stop.

"Cough cough~"

The Demon Commander, who had stopped moving, coughed a few times. The sharp pain in his chest made him frown. At this moment, he looked quite miserable. His claws, which could easily penetrate the defenses of a strong person of the same level, were broken off at the root, and the armor protecting his body was shattered and had obviously lost its effectiveness.

"Body Refinement Cultivator?!"

The Demon Commander couldn't believe that the old man in front of him was actually Body Refinement Cultivator. Whether he liked it or not, the other party's identity was beyond doubt.

"Do you really think there aren't any strong individuals in the Lower Plane?"

As Yang Jiuxiao spoke, countless intricate patterns lit up his arms, and a thick layer of icy armor instantly condensed on his grayish-white arms.

"Dragon's Roar!"

The simple punch appeared to the Demon Commander as a Frost Giant Dragon roaring towards him, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

"The second level of the Demon Martial Triple Force and Martial Arts Technique: Demon Devour."

Thick, black energy surged from his trembling palm, completely enveloping his arm, and then he reached out to grab the giant dragon.

"Sizzle~"

As the dragon touched his palm, a faint white mist rose, and its magnificent dragon-shaped body shrank at a visible speed.

"Hmph~"

The Demon Commander's lips curled into a smirk, but before he could utter a taunt, the Grim Reaper's whisper came from behind him.

"Flame God!"

The scorching flames seared the Demon Commander's back. A hand wreathed in flames slammed down, causing the Demon Commander's expression to change drastically, his entire body wreathed in black flames.

"Demon Flame Body Cover!"

"Boom!"

The pitch-black demonic flames covering the Demon Commander's body were instantly dispersed, and the power of the flaming hand was almost exhausted.

Call out!

Once he realized what was happening, the Demon Commander reappeared a thousand feet away, sweating profusely as he looked at the old man opposite him. At this point, it would be foolish to simply regard the other party as a little old man.

Body Refinement Cultivator are generally in better physical condition than other professions, and this one seems to have somehow escaped the drawback of Body Refinement Cultivator experiencing a severe decline in strength in their later years. What a headache!

Although the enemy was formidable, the Demon Commander was not too worried, as direct confrontation was not their clan's forte.

"The Hundred Eyes Demon Statue!"

The Demon Commander's mind raced, and his hands moved swiftly. With a single hand gesture, he summoned a colossal, Evil Qi demonic eye statue to the battlefield. The hundreds of enormous blood-red eyes embedded in its body looked terrifying, and the agile eyeballs were filled with an eerie vitality.

"When it comes to comparing heads, this old man has never been afraid of anyone!"

"Mountain Giant, rise!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stone giant, whose size was in no way inferior, roared and appeared behind Yang Jiuxiao. Its two heavy fists clashed together, and the entire space seemed to tremble as a result.

"Hmph~"

Seeing this, the Demon Commander was not alarmed but delighted, his entire body enveloped in Evil Qi.

"Purgatory Light!"

All of the Demon Statue's eyes turned to Yang Jiuxiao, emitting purplish-black rays that then converged into a pillar of light.

"A trivial skill."

Without hesitation, Yang Jiuxiao went straight to meet it. The Mountain Giant had no fancy abilities; its only advantage was its rock-solid defense, which allowed it to withstand the onslaught of four to five equally powerful opponents without being defeated. He had absolute confidence in this.

As expected, the purplish-black beam of light struck the Mountain Giant, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

"Um?"

Yang Jiuxiao did not relax; instead, he frowned. The sensation from the Mountain Giant was strange; it felt almost entirely without force.

The attack just now was powerful and imposing; he didn't believe that the move that the Demon Commander had been hiding until now was just for show.

Something's strange!

Seeing the Mountain Giant becoming increasingly cautious in their attack, the Demon Commander couldn't help but sneer.

"It's too late to understand now!"

He's an Illusion Demon Race; direct confrontation is just a habit, brainstorming is his job.

"One, two, three, fall!"

As the Demon Commander counted, Yang Jiuxiao also keenly noticed his abnormality. His vision began to blur, and many experiences from his memories quickly appeared before his eyes.

The carefree days of childhood play, the joy of embarking on the path of cultivation, the anticipation of joining a master's sect, the disappointment of failing to break through to the next realm, the pain of losing loved ones in youth, the sorrow of losing fellow disciples one after another, the desolation of learning that there are no more peers in the world, and the anger at the lack of self-improvement when juniors make fundamental mistakes...

The joys and sorrows of thousands of years played out in his mind, and in the outside world, the Mountain Giant stopped in his tracks.

"Really!"

The Demon Commander smiled smugly. The abilities of their Illusion Demon Race were indeed the nemesis of Body Refinement Cultivator with weak mental strength. By using memories to create Illusionary realm that stirred the enemy's emotions and made them lose their way, they were able to outmaneuver them with their own intentions. This tactic was almost always effective.

Now we're completely at his mercy.

Immediately, with a slight thought, he controlled the Hundred-Eyed Giant, carrying a chilling killing intent like a night rain, and threw a punch at Yang Jiuxiao, who was at the core of the Hundred-Eyed Giant.

"Boom!"

Just as the black light on the fist was about to touch the core, two giant stone hands grabbed the arms of the Hundred Eyes Demon Statue, and a cold, icy voice clearly reached the ears of the astonished Demon Commander.

"You piece of trash, what do you want?"

(End of this chapter)

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