The moment the dark blue thread pierced the demon's face, Zhao Chengxiong's right fist seemed to be nailed.
The three demonic faces twisted and rolled, and the gray-green mist peeled off from the fist surface and rolled back to Zhao Chengxiong's arm.
That's not retreating, it's being forced back.
Soul Control Needle of Zhao Chengkong did not attack Zhao Chengxiong himself.
What he attacks is the demon soul.
To be precise, it is the fusion point between the demon soul and the soul of Zhao Chengxiong.
The essence of Soul Fusion Technique is to forcibly graft the alien soul into the practitioner's sea of consciousness.
There are bound to be gaps, rejections, and irreconcilable conflicts at the grafting point.
The needle of Zhao Chengkong pricks this gap.
The demon soul is afraid.
It's not that Zhao Chengkong's mental power is stronger, but the frequency of Soul Control silk threads naturally restrains the grafting structure of Soul Fusion Technique.
It's like a key being put into a lock.
"Zhao Chengxiong." Zhao Chengkong retracted his index finger and spoke in a calm voice.
"The more demon souls you melt, the bigger the flaws will be."
Zhao Chengxiong's pupils shrank violently, and his face looked extremely ugly.
There are more and more onlookers in the yard.
I don't know how the news spread, but disciples came one after another from the main road.
There are Soul Control Faction and Soul Fusion Faction.
Everyone saw the six people kneeling on the ground.
And Zhao Chengxiong's fist that was forced to stop in mid-air.
Zhao Chengxiong's face turned completely gloomy.
His eyes scanned the whispering faces around him.
Some people are looking at jokes, some are gloating, and some have twinkling eyes.
Shame.
A shame like never before.
He is the grandson of the Great Elder and the leader of the next generation of Soul Fusion Faction.
The next moment, he slowly lowered his head, his hands hanging by his sides, his fingers bent, and his nails turned into dark green sharp hooks.
"Since you want to see..."
His voice came out from deep in his throat, hoarse, muddy, and no longer resembled a human voice.
"I'll let you see enough."
Zhao Chengxiong Open your mouth.
An inhuman roar exploded from his mouth.
He took the initiative to tear apart the seal boundaries of the three fused demon souls in his body.
No more grafting.
It's devouring.
Completely eat the demon soul into your own soul.
Click--click--click--
The sound of bone reorganization is dense and harsh.
Zhao Chengxiong's height suddenly increased by three feet, and his armor exploded from his shoulders.
Dark green scales spread from the neck to the whole body, covering every inch of skin.
His spine arched backwards, and a row of bone spurs pierced the flesh from his back, standing upright with bloodshot eyes.
His arms swelled to twice the thickness of a normal person, and his fingers fused into three thick claws.
The changes in the face are the most shocking.
The mandible protruded forward and the teeth turned into staggered fangs.
The bridge of the nose is collapsed, the eye sockets are sunken, and the vertical pupils are enlarged to occupy the entire eye sockets.
The person standing in the center of the courtyard is no longer alone.
It is a monster wearing a torn brocade robe.
Zhao Nan suddenly covered his mouth and took two steps back.
Zhao Chengyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up with force, blocking his sister behind him.
Among the disciples who were watching, some screamed and some turned around and ran away.
The smell was heavy and turbid, like a swamp filled with rotten air.
Close to the Earth Realm.
Zhao Chengxiong's demonized vertical pupils locked onto Zhao Chengkong, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.
"I want you dead."
Zhao Chengkong Take a deep breath.
He didn't retreat.
Raise your right hand with your palm facing down.
Huge spiritual power gushes out like a flood from a dam.
Dark blue light condensed from Zhao Chengkong's palm, turning into a thick chain and piercing the ground beneath his feet.
The ground cracked.
A low beast roar came from the crack.
Immediately afterwards, a giant black leopard rushed out from the ground.
The black panther is about one foot long, and its whole body is wrapped in dark blue spiritual threads.
Its body is translucent, somewhere between reality and illusion, and its limbs leave no traces when stepping on the gravel.
But those amber beast eyes were as solid as iron, revealing the absolute oppression of the Half-Step Earth Realm.
It is the black panther demon servant Half-Step Earth Realm.
The bottom of the pressure box of Zhao Chengkong.
Ouch--
The moment the black panther landed, a roar shattered half of the tiles on the courtyard wall.
Half-Step Earth Realm's demon servant aura was released with all its strength, knocking back Zhao Chengxiong's turbid demonic pressure.
The disciples who were watching were swept away by the aftermath and staggered back.
Zhao Chengxiong's demonized body shook a bit.
Instinctive fear flashed in his vertical pupils.
The breath of this black panther was so clean that it made the demon souls in his body that were forcibly swallowed tremble.
But in the next second, animality overcame fear.
Zhao Chengxiong roared, three claws tore the ground apart, and rushed towards the black panther.
Black Panther didn't dodge.
Zhao Chengkong's five fingers moved slightly, and dark blue silk threads flew between them.
The black panther turned sideways and passed Zhao Chengxiong's claw strike at an extremely weird angle, sweeping the claws across.
Bang!
Zhao Chengxiong was hit in the ribs, and his entire demonized body flew out and smashed through the courtyard wall.
Gravel splashes.
Zhao Chengxiong climbed up from the ruins, and the scales on his chest were broken into pieces, revealing the gray-green and blood-red flesh underneath.
The next moment, two figures collided, separated, and collided again in the center of the courtyard.
Every contact was accompanied by a roar and a scattering of gravel.
But everyone can see it.
Zhao Chengxiong is retreating.
His attacks are ferocious but unorganized, relying entirely on his demonized brute force and instinct.
And every dodge and every counterattack of the Black Panther was accurate to the last detail.
Because the Black Panther is not fighting on his own.
Its every movement is controlled in real time by Zhao Chengkong's spiritual power thread.
Soul Control Faction's fighting style is not about comparing who is stronger.
It's about whose brain works faster.
Zhao Chengxiong's seventeenth attack was dodged by the Black Panther.
The black panther's sharp claws cut from below and sliced open Zhao Chengxiong's abdominal scales.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Chengkong flicked his index finger, and a Soul Control Needle shot out from a distance, accurately piercing Zhao Chengxiong's exposed wound.
It's not an attack on the body.
It penetrated directly into the remains of the devoured demon souls in his body through the wound.
Zhao Chengxiong's body stiffened suddenly.
He screamed in pain, and his demonized body began to tremble uncontrollably.
The scales on the body surface fell off piece by piece, and dark green Yao Qi leaked from everywhere on the body.
The Black Panther didn't give him a chance to breathe.
A claw slapped on the Tianling cover of Zhao Chengxiong.
Boom!
Zhao Chengxiong's body hit the ground, and the bluestone shattered, forming a two-foot-deep pit.
He was lying at the bottom of the pit, his demonic appearance fading away.
The dark green scales faded away, revealing pale to almost transparent skin underneath.
His vertical pupils gradually returned to human pupils, but their focus was blurred and he had lost his will to fight.
The black panther stepped on his back, looking down at the broken body with amber beast eyes.
In the courtyard, it was deathly quiet.
Dozens of onlookers, whether Soul Control Faction or Soul Fusion Faction, all remained silent.
Zhao Chengkong takes back the spiritual power thread.
The black panther's body slowly faded, turning into a ball of dark blue light, and then re-entered the palm of Zhao Chengkong's hand.
He walked to the pit and looked down at Zhao Chengxiong.
"You're right."
Zhao Chengkong's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.
"Whoever has the strongest fist has the final say."
Zhao Chengxiong closed his eyes.
Su Yu always leaned against the door frame, folded his arms, and never moved a step from beginning to end.
His judgment was not wrong.
With foundation, technology, and fighting mentality, Zhao Chengkong completely crushed it.
There was no suspense in this fight from the beginning.
But his eyes did not stay on Zhao Chengxiong.
Instead, he looked deep into the villa.
The direction of the main hall.
A very deep breath is slowly awakening.
The words have not yet fallen.
In the direction of the main hall, a wave of spiritual power that was so thick that it froze the air suddenly descended on the entire villa.
"Chengkong ah."
"Why didn't you tell grandpa when you came back?"
A voice transmission appeared clearly in everyone's ears.