Dugu Changkong paved the way with his own strength, forcing a group of old fellows in the Imperial Province to step back, and even laid the foundation for the revival of the Qing Sect.

Now, it was up to the younger generation to prove themselves.

No matter how powerful Dugu Changkong was, it would be useless if the younger generation didn’t measure up.

The future world belonged to the young.

“Roar——”

The Son of the Demon let out a low growl, his body towering and muscular, like a small mountain.

Before entering, the high-ranking members of the Xuanji Sect had unchained him, allowing the Son of the Demon to unleash his full strength without any restraints.

This was the first time the Son of the Demon experienced the feeling of being unshackled, his body felt light and extremely comfortable.

To celebrate this brief freedom, the Son of the Demon decided to devour Wu Junyan in front of him, leaving not even a single bone.

Now able to move freely, he removed the mask from his face, revealing a hideous visage.

His teeth were sharp, unable to be covered by his lips.

The corners of his mouth stretched all the way to the back of his ears.

With a fierce gaze, he stared intently at Wu Junyan, treating him as prey.

After a moment of standoff, the Son of the Demon suddenly laughed, his long, scarlet tongue licking his lips and his complex array of teeth. The fierceness in his eyes grew stronger, and killing intent surged.

“Boom!”

In an instant, the Son of the Demon shattered the void beside him with a single step, charging at Wu Junyan with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

A seemingly simple punch, even before landing on Wu Junyan, exerted immense pressure, causing his chest to cave in and his clothes to tear, leaving a faint imprint of a fist.

Wu Junyan thrust out his right palm, mysterious light emanating from his palm like raging waves, carrying immense power.

“Bang!”

With a loud crash, the Son of the Demon was forced back several steps, his punch failing to land on Wu Junyan.

The Son of the Demon attacked again, clenching his fists tightly, his strength significantly greater than before. A starry storm erupted, shattering the void for dozens of miles ahead.

Wu Junyan neither defended nor retreated, throwing a punch to meet the Son of the Demon head-on.

“Boom!”

An explosion erupted in the area where they clashed, both sides retreating, neither gaining the upper hand.

Then, Wu Junyan took the initiative, displaying his fist techniques, several strands of law entwining his arms, containing a trace of the true meaning of the Great Dao.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The Son of the Demon and Wu Junyan engaged in close combat, their fists landing on each other, causing the void to collapse.

The onlookers were shocked.

Especially those who knew the strength of the Son of the Demon, they couldn’t believe Wu Junyan could withstand it.

“The Dao techniques of the Qing Sect.”

A few Mahayana cultivators recognized the Dao techniques Wu Junyan was using.

“The Four Extremes Fist, already cultivated to a masterful realm.”

The Qing Sect had five top-tier ultimate techniques: the Taiqing Four Symbols Finger, the Eight-Part Dragon Palm, the Four Extremes Fist, the Ten Directions Sword Art, and the Great Concealment Shadowless Technique.

“Wu Junyan has hidden his skills well!”

The high-ranking members of various sects inquired the younger generation who participated in the Hundred Veins Banquet, none had seen Wu Junyan use these Dao techniques. Clearly, Wu Junyan had been concealing his abilities, biding his time.

“The difference in cultivation levels is vast. Even though Wu Junyan’s supernatural powers are extraordinary, his chances of winning are slim.”

For now, both sides were in a state of balance. However, as the battle continued, the situation would soon change.

Inside the barrier, the fight was intense.

“Bang!”

Wu Junyan punched through the Son of the Demon’s left shoulder, exposing his white bones.

At the same time, the Son of the Demon struck Wu Junyan’s heart.

Wu Junyan clenched his lips, his vision darkening, nearly fainting.

A hot stream surged from his abdomen to his throat, which Wu Junyan forcibly suppressed and swallowed back down.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

The two continued to clash, turning the area into ruins, space shattering like a crystal ball, covered in countless cracks.

“You’ve surprised me.”

After exchanging dozens of blows, both sides retreated a distance, both injured. At this moment, the Son of the Demon spoke, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken in years.

“So you have self-awareness.”

Wu Junyan initially thought the Son of the Demon was a puppet.

“Heh…” The Son of the Demon sneered, his gaze sweeping around, unabashedly saying, “I still have value, of course, they don’t want to erase my consciousness.”

“Being controlled must be painful!”

Wu Junyan said calmly.

Hearing this, the Son of the Demon showed a fierce expression, his anger barely contained.

“I will help you find release.”

With that, Wu Junyan grasped a three-foot sword.

Wu Junyan was not purely a sword cultivator, but he had some understanding of the Sword Dao.

“Swish!”

With a flash of sword light, Wu Junyan charged with his sword.

“Roar!”

The Son of the Demon roared, black energy surging from his body. Clearly, he was getting serious.

Wu Junyan’s words had angered him.

Originally, the Son of the Demon was toying with his prey, but now he had no such thoughts, only wanting to kill the prey in front of him and savor its flesh and blood.

“Clang——”

The sword’s cry was deafening, hundreds of sword shadows appeared, all pointing in one direction.

The Son of the Demon’s expression was ferocious, his fingernails on both hands and feet suddenly grew longer, pitch-black and as sharp as divine weapons, exuding a chilling coldness.

“Clang!”

The treasured sword struck, but was blocked by the Son of the Demon’s fingernail, producing the sound of weapons clashing.

In the next moment, Wu Junyan changed his attack, tilting the sword slightly, slipping it through the gaps of the Son of the Demon’s fingers, aiming for his forehead.

“Clang!”

The Son of the Demon immediately clamped his fingers, trapping the sword.

At this moment, the sword tip was only a foot away from his forehead.

Wu Junyan found it difficult to retract the sword, as it was held by immense force.

“Break!”

Wu Junyan remained calm, exerting force with his right hand, a layer of mysterious law Dao marks appeared on the sword’s surface, spreading to every part of the blade, severing the Son of the Demon’s fingers.

“I want your life!” The Son of the Demon quickly retreated, glancing at his injured fingers with a ferocious expression.

Soon, his fingers regenerated.

A large area of the battlefield was engulfed in black fog, countless terrifying black hands reaching out from the mist, with thousands of skulls appearing above, eerie and terrifying, striking at the soul.

Wu Junyan waved his sleeve, dispersing the approaching black fog.

However, no matter how Wu Junyan used his supernatural powers, it was difficult to completely dispel the black fog, and his body was slowly being engulfed.

The ordinary cultivators outside couldn’t see what was happening in the fog, feeling anxious.

Only powerful figures at the Mahayana level and above could glimpse the changes in the battle.

“Rip——”

The Son of the Demon’s body was covered in black hair, and his long nails could tear through Wu Junyan’s flesh with a touch.

“Clang——”

The Ten Directions Sword Art, the Qing Sect’s top-tier Dao technique.

Countless sword lights pierced through the thick black fog, leaving dozens of sword marks on the Son of the Demon’s body.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The sounds of battle made the hearts of the Heaven’s Pride tremble, their mouths dry.

After half an hour, a beam of light suddenly broke through the fog, reaching the highest point of the battlefield barrier, dazzlingly bright.

Immediately, Wu Junyan soared into the sky, commanding thousands of sword lights, descending from above, the swords singing like dragons.