Beating Zhu Yan to Death

At a ghostly speed, Fu Yuan killed a living being with every breath. His methods were bloody and violent, clouds of blood mist bursting apart as booms rang out one after another.

Twenty-six devil envoys, twenty-six clouds of blood mist, all in less than ten breaths.

"My lord, save us!" the two devil generals cried hoarsely to Mo Tao. But the latter's eyes were pitch-black, filled with nothing but coldness.

Fu Yuan reaped lives without mercy. He was utterly enraged and no longer gave his opponents a stage on which to display their abilities. One strike, one death-simple and brutal.

The two devil generals did not escape either. In the face of Fu Yuan's extreme speed, running was the most foolish idea.

"Eager dogs met with an indifferent master. How ironic." Two more clouds of blood mist burst apart. Fu Yuan stood above the void, golden Spiritual Qi setting off his features, like an unrivaled divine lord sweeping away petty villains.

"That has always been the way of things. No one has ever cared whether traitors live or die." Mo Tao's clone also ascended into the sky, black Qi sweeping across the heavens as though he were a peerless Devil Master.

"There is a Dugu Baitian on this battlefield."

"He makes us look rather weak."

Mo Tao smiled, an evil smile, and invited Fu Yuan to become his ally and hunt down the Heavenly Court's Chaos Saint King.

"You think yourself worthy of allying with me?!" Fu Yuan replied imperiously. The golden light grew ever more intense, and his presence continued to rise.

"Fellow Daoist, why be so quick to refuse?" Mo Tao spoke with utter ease. "Why not hear the price first?"

"Supreme Bone, Five Spirit Body, Yin-Yang Eyes, Cold Heaven Veins, Human King Blood..." Mo Tao went on, casually listing one powerful constitution after another. Each was immensely renowned, and each had produced a supreme talent in ancient history.

"Ridiculous. You think you can promise Xiantian constitutions?" Fu Yuan sneered again and again.

"Since I have offered them, they are naturally real. Fellow Daoist, you may choose any one of them as a token of my sincerity." Mo Tao's voice was exceedingly alluring. He knew how tempting those constitutions were; even an emperor's child would find it hard to remain unmoved.

"I don't like bargaining with the dead." Fu Yuan moved, unleashing his extreme speed and swinging a golden fist. He erupted with power and struck straight ahead to kill.

Mo Tao turned into a wisp of smoke and fled into the distance. He avoided the fight outright, leaving his followers to battle Fu Yuan.

"Fight!" The Nine-Headed Lion reacted first, its nine heads snapping as its four paws struck the void, anticipating where Fu Yuan would land.

The seven-footed Black-Feathered Eagle beat its wings, whipping up fierce gales. The ferocious beast Zhu Yan's body burned with the fiercest flames, its savage nature erupting to the fullest as it faced the battle without fear.

Madam Snake dared not be careless. She revealed her true form, a five-colored Heaven-Swallowing Python several hundred meters long. Who knew how many living beings she had devoured to possess such chilling blood Qi?

Boom!

A fist smashed toward Zhu Yan, with no technique whatsoever, only power pushed to the extreme. The ferocious beast roared, searing flames covering its fists as it met the blow head-on.

At this life-or-death moment, facing a butcher, a slaughtering devil god, Zhu Yan burned its blood Qi and life to unleash its strongest killing art. The raging flames threatened to burn the heavens, boil the seas, and consume everything.

Boom!

Fist collided with fist, sending the raging flames flying back. In that single clash, Zhu Yan's right arm broke, its bones cracking and shattering, while Fu Yuan's strength continued to grow.

Boom!

Blood mist filled the air as Zhu Yan's right shoulder exploded.

"Get out of the way, human!" the Nine-Headed Lion roared. Each of its heads fired a golden beam, seeking to rescue Zhu Yan.

The five-colored Heaven-Swallowing Python coiled its enormous body and bore down on Fu Yuan, seeking to bind him.

The Seven-Footed Black-Feathered Eagle beat its wings to the limit, leaving afterimages across the sky.

Suppress!

Fu Yuan shouted, tracing lines in the air with his left hand. Heaven and earth fell silent. The Nine-Headed Lion's beams halted, the Heaven-Swallowing Python's body stopped, and the seven-colored Black-Feathered Eagle's wings froze in the void.

The three beings, each comparable to a holy son, could only watch helplessly as Fu Yuan unleashed his ferocity and beat the pure-blooded Zhu Yan to death.

What a bloody sight it was. Fu Yuan did not seek a quick kill, but struck punch after punch, sending up cloud after cloud of blood mist.

Zhu Yan was indeed a pure-blooded ferocious beast, its vitality astonishing. Fu Yuan struck twelve punches in succession before finally extinguishing its life force.

The instant Zhu Yan's life force was completely extinguished, Fu Yuan saw a strange sight with his Double Pupils. In its heart and Qi Sea, there was a small black worm devouring its life essence.

"Kill!" The Suppress Character Art's effect lasted only a fleeting time, no more than a single breath. Yet in that single breath, a companion had fallen before their eyes, killed by a human in the simplest, most brutal manner. They could not help feeling the fox's sorrow at the rabbit's death, fearing they would be next.

Suppress!

Fu Yuan used both hands to write in the void. Two majestic characters for "suppress" transformed into two great mountains and crashed toward the Heaven-Swallowing Python and the Nine-Headed Lion.

"A secret art that briefly affects time. Truly astonishing, fellow Daoist." From beginning to end, Mo Tao's eyes had remained cold. Even when his follower was beaten to death, it had not stirred the slightest change in his emotions. Instead, he grew ever more delighted.

"With such brilliant blood Qi, which of the human race's Holy Bodies is that?" Mo Tao watched Fu Yuan display his divine might, his gaze greedy. "The Heavenly Tyrant Body? The Ancient Desolate Sacred Body? Or the Heaven and Earth Divine Body?"

The tenth trial, the Dragon-Phoenix Cave.

A supremely powerful pressure filled this world. Dragon might and phoenix might, two supremely powerful presences, had fused together, becoming even more terrifying and powerful. Every living being within a hundred li was suppressed, especially humans. Even cultivators at the fourth level of Nirvana could scarcely take a step.

Yet ferocious beasts and divine beasts with powerful bloodlines were like fish in water here, their combat strength greatly enhanced.

The Dragon-Phoenix was a rare kind of divine beast, the offspring of a True Dragon and a Divine Phoenix, existing only in ancient legends.

It inherited all the abilities of both the True Dragon and the Divine Phoenix and was invincible from birth, a being crowned with the title of the strongest divine beast.

The Imperial World's two supreme races had fought for the title of strongest divine beast for untold ages. The enmity between them had long since become irreconcilable, so how could they become Dao companions and have offspring?

The last Dragon-Phoenix had appeared in the early primordial era. Its divine might was unrivaled, and it was invincible before the Venerable Realm, never having met a match. It had defeated an emperor's child at the same realm and suppressed the divine and ferocious beasts of its generation until they dared not make a sound.

Such was the Dragon-Phoenix that all the elders of both the dragon and phoenix races held in high regard, with two Ancient Saint Kings serving as its Dao protectors. In that era, the dragon and phoenix races had enjoyed a brief period of closeness.

Everyone had been waiting for him to become an emperor and reach the pinnacle, bearing the glory of both the dragon and phoenix races.

Unfortunately, a monster from the lower realm appeared out of nowhere, making his name by treading over the corpses of prodigies. He entered the Longevity Academy and became the successor to the Confucian Dao.

In the battle that drew the eyes of all, the two Saint Emperors of that age fought to the death. The Dragon-Phoenix lost, falling at the final moment before becoming an emperor.

And the Longevity Holy Son who defeated him was the ancestor of the imperial Ji Clan.

The Human Emperor, Ji Feng.

Deep within the Dragon-Phoenix Cave, three figures bathed in the might of the Dragon-Phoenix, indescribably excited.

"What a pity we let Bai Su and the other one escape. Otherwise, if our lord had devoured them, his devil art would surely have reached a new level," a fat-headed, big-eared being said.

"Gravely wounded by Fellow Daoist Chen's art, they can't escape." Mo Tao greatly enjoyed the thrill of hunting down prey.

Mo Tao suddenly turned, gazing greedily into the distance.