“Clang, clang, clang—”

Countless sword beams roared through the sky, shaking the world.

The black mist retreated, not daring to approach the sword aura.

The power of ten thousand swords filled the void, forming the vague shape of a giant sword.

“Poof!”

A flash of sword light pierced through the chest of the Son of the Demon, spraying thick, black blood from the wound.

The Son of the Demon grimaced, letting out a low growl of pain.

“Whoosh!”

In an instant, the Son of the Demon appeared above Wu Junyan, his right hand clawing down.

Wu Junyan was shocked. Just a moment ago, the Son of the Demon was still in the black mist below. How did he suddenly appear above?

Everything happened too fast. Wu Junyan had no time to defend.

“Swish—”

Wu Junyan tried to turn and swing his sword, activating his sword control technique.

However, the Son of the Demon had already attacked, his sharp nails slashing Wu Junyan’s left cheek.

Although Wu Junyan raised his sword, countless sword lights surged around him, but it was too late.

“Rip—”

A chunk of flesh was torn from Wu Junyan’s face by the Son of the Demon.

The onlookers gasped, breaking into a cold sweat for Wu Junyan.

His left cheek was a bloody mess, his eye bulging and bloodshot, on the verge of falling out.

Bone was exposed, and his teeth were clearly visible, a horrifying sight.

“Such a delicious taste.”

The Son of the Demon sniffed the flesh in his hand, a sinister smile spreading across his face. His long, red tongue licked his cracked lips, eager to devour Wu Junyan.

“Buzz…”

The sword in his hand trembled slightly. Wu Junyan remained silent, a faint golden light flickering in his eyes.

It seemed he had to risk everything.

A transparent circular Dao disk appeared beneath his feet, inscribed with the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams.

The Great Concealment Shadowless Technique, one of the top Dao techniques of Qing Sect.

Only by using this technique could Wu Junyan match the speed of the Son of the Demon, or even surpass it. Otherwise, he would be at a disadvantage, and the outcome would be dire.

There was no choice. The Son of the Demon’s innate talent was terrifying, and he was a Body Fusion stage cultivator, far surpassing Wu Junyan in cultivation level.

“Can Old Wu hold on?”

Chen Qingyuan watched the battlefield, his brows furrowed with worry.

Forcing multiple top-tier supernatural powers would place a tremendous burden on the body.

Wu Junyan’s Dao body was like a sealed wooden barrel, already full of water, yet more water was being poured in, unable to overflow, putting pressure on every part of the barrel, constantly expanding.

When it reached its limit, the barrel would burst, which would be Wu Junyan’s fate.

In the Divine Transformation Realm, using multiple top-tier Dao techniques was like dancing on the edge of a knife, always risking irreversible consequences.

“Quick battle, quick decision.”

Wu Junyan knew his situation. His eyes sharpened, deciding to end the fight quickly.

The longer it dragged on, the higher the risk.

“Boom”

Pointing his sword at the sky, countless swords condensed, locking onto the Son of the Demon.

“Boom, boom, boom—”

A series of loud explosions erupted. The Son of the Demon’s fur was incredibly tough, like thick armor, blocking countless sword intents without a scratch.

“Whoosh—”

Wu Junyan moved like the wind, blending into the starry sky. His speed was so fast that even the Son of the Demon struggled to catch him.

“How is this possible?”

The Son of the Demon’s fierce attacks were all dodged by Wu Junyan. His blood-red eyes showed confusion and anger, veins bulging, his face twisted and terrifying.

“Clang…”

With a sword cry, Wu Junyan suddenly appeared beside the Son of the Demon, leaving a long sword mark on his left arm. Even his tough fur couldn’t withstand this strike.

“Roar!”

The Son of the Demon let out a long howl, black mist pouring from his mouth, creating a massive storm on the battlefield, shattering countless incoming sword beams. His aura grew stronger, his expression more ferocious, causing many young onlookers to feel a chill in their souls.

In an instant, the Son of the Demon mobilized all his spiritual power, greatly enhancing his strength and speed.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

A fierce battle ensued, with blood mist flying and loud explosions.

After hundreds of rounds, both Wu Junyan and the Son of the Demon were covered in wounds.

However, the Son of the Demon’s cultivation level was higher, his condition slightly better than Wu Junyan’s.

“Incredible, Wu Junyan can actually hold his own against the Demon Son.”

The Heaven’s Pride were stunned.

“Good thing we didn’t become enemies with Wu Junyan back then, otherwise…”

Those who had attended the Hundred Veins Banquet never imagined that a hero from the Northern Wilderness could be so terrifying. They were glad they hadn’t become mortal enemies.

“This battle won’t end well. One side will surely perish.”

The barrier around the battlefield was set up by the top experts of the Imperial Province and Dugu Changkong. Neither side could break it with a single thought.

“Your blood is delicious.”

The Son of the Demon licked his nails, excited by his prey’s struggle.

Wu Junyan remained silent, constantly thinking about how to kill the Son of the Demon.

“This sword should be enough.”

The spiritual Qi in his body began to go haywire, his meridians reversing. The tearing pain was almost unbearable. Clearly, using top-tier Dao techniques for so long had far exceeded Wu Junyan’s body’s limits.

“Whoosh—”

Both sides attacked simultaneously, killing intent filling the air, blood flashing in the thick black mist.

Seeing the Son of the Demon break through layers of obstacles, his right hand stabbing like a knife, Wu Junyan did not dodge, continuing forward.

He had reached his limit. Wu Junyan couldn’t delay any longer.

Even if it meant severe injury, he had to do it.

“Plop”

The Son of the Demon’s right hand pierced Wu Junyan’s chest, grabbing his bloody heart, a triumphant smile on his face.

Wu Junyan’s organs turned to mush, his heart gripped in the Son of the Demon’s hand.

His face was deathly pale, appearing to be on the brink of death.

As the Son of the Demon struck, Wu Junyan also forced out a sword strike.

“Your sword isn’t sharp enough.”

The Son of the Demon glanced at the wound from the sword tip, mocking.

“Is that so?”

Wu Junyan smiled, blood flowing from his mouth.

Then, Wu Junyan snapped his fingers, a sound like a death knell. The Son of the Demon’s face changed, a hint of unease appearing.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the Son of the Demon’s body, his left arm bursting.

Next, countless fine white lines appeared on his right arm, filled with profound sword intent. In the next moment, his right arm was shredded into pieces by the sword intent Dao marks.

“Ah…”

The Son of the Demon lost his arrogance, his face filled with fear, letting out a painful, miserable cry.