Victory was almost within his grasp.
"Demon Vine Kill!"
His strongest technique.
His four arms strangled like vines; few people beneath the heavens could withstand them.
He had expected to see panic in Fang Yang's eyes, to see fear on the demon's face.
But the next second, he realized something was wrong.
The demon's gaze was far too composed.
Cold and calm.
With a faint trace of contempt and disdain.
As though he were watching a clown onstage.
"Is this all the strength you have?"
"No wonder you dared swallow your anger without a word after I slept with your wife."
"So you're this weak."
Fang Yang snorted coldly. His enormous Dharma Body extended two arms, its black hair dancing wildly.
Surging black ripples undulated along its arms, giving off an eerie, chilling gleam.
They almost warped the void itself.
The Twelfth Layer of the Heavenly Demon Art!
The Blood Rain Demon Venerable's strongest technique.
It consumed Spiritual Qi like a waterspout sucking up water.
It also placed great demands on one's mental state.
Even the Blood Rain Demon Venerable could rarely unleash it, but after Fang Yang crushed the Demon Venerable Card...
He had entered his absolute peak state.
Even the most difficult techniques were as easy as turning his palm.
Moreover, he could use them without limit.
"The... the Twelfth Layer of the Heavenly Demon Art, Heavenly Demon Descends?"
"Your Four-Leaf Dharma Body has been running beyond its limits for so long, yet you can still unleash it?!"
Xuanming High Person's eyes widened in utter disbelief.
And the instant he saw Heavenly Demon Descends...
Ye Qinghong stopped short. His eyes, like cold pools, gradually settled. Then he crouched naturally and brushed a withered leaf off his blue cloth shoe.
As though that had been his intention all along,