Yang Feng, who had turned into a three-thousand-meter-tall giant, immediately increased his speed. Every step he took caused the sea to rumble endlessly.
Boundless waves of blood rolled endlessly.
"This is the Heavenly Demon Tyrant Body Technique's Heavenly Demon Emergence!"
"I heard that one can execute this Secret Technique only after cultivating it to the ninth layer. This Yang Feng truly lives up to being a true inheritor of the Heavenly Eagle Castle."
When the many Demonic Dao cultivators at the scarlet sea saw Yang Feng transform into a three-kilometer-tall Yang Feng, they were all startled.
Originally, they thought that after Xiao Chen killed those Heavenly Eagle Castle core disciples at lightning speed, he could use his Movement Technique to leave.
But who would have thought that Yang Feng would actually be so powerful that he could directly cultivate the Celestial Devil Tyrant Body Art to the ninth level?
After transforming into a ten thousand zhang giant, his body grew larger, but his movement technique did not weaken in the slightest.
Instead, it became even more ferocious, and its speed increased exponentially.
In just a moment, he had caught up to Xiao Chen, who had gone far away. It must be said that he was indeed terrifying.
Boom boom boom!
Behind him, thunderous booms resounded. With every step Yang Feng took, the Blazing Sea of Blood shook violently. It was as if the entire world was spinning, and even space itself was a little chaotic.
In fact, this was not Xiao Chen's illusion.
Space itself had already been affected. After Yang Feng's body had turned into a ten thousand meter tall giant, the space around him had already been affected. The terrifying Sky Demon Haki Technique continued to circulate, crazily extracting the power of everything in the world.
It was now equivalent to an ancient ferocious beast, affecting the normal operation of the world.
"Die!"
Yang Feng leaped up ferociously and clenched his fist. The wind from his fist was like a mountain as he punched at Xiao Chen.
His fist was like a small mountain. When it landed, a huge shadow enveloped Xiao Chen.
It was as if heaven and earth had turned dark, so dark that one could not even see their own fingers.
Dodge!
As Xiao Chen controlled the Thunder Great Dao's power, Xiao Chen poured the Great Dao's power and Veritable Essence Energy into his left foot.
Xiao Chen gently tapped his feet on the surface of the sea. The surging scarlet sea was like cotton candy. As his foot landed, everything within a radius of a hundred miles caved in.
"Boom!" Before the scarlet sea could bounce back, it was shattered by Yang Feng's fist.
Amidst the loud noise, the sea of blood churned even more violently.
Bang! Bang!
Yang Feng, who had caught up, attacked crazily. Every move he made contained a terrifying force.
An ordinary early-stage Star Venerate would not even be able to withstand one punch from the berserk Yang Feng.
In this storm of attacks that tore apart the sea of blood, Xiao Chen was like a nimble little bird. He flew back and forth amidst the rain of flames and blood. Not a single one of them managed to hit him.
As long as he was hit, even if it was only half a move, Xiao Chen would have to die here.
This guy's attack was too terrifying, and the power was still increasing.
Even Xiao Chen did not dare to fight him head-on at this time.
As Xiao Chen dodged, his comprehension of the Thunder Dragon Steps deepened bit by bit. After finding the rhythm, Xiao Chen had an easier time dealing with the attacks. He was nimble, dodging like the wind.
"He dodged it!"
Yang Feng's storm-like attacks caused people to tremble in fear. However, in such a dangerous environment, Xiao Chen was able to handle it.
It was hard to imagine that Xiao Chen was just a Major Primal Core Venerate.
Suddenly, everyone saw a strange scene. Xiao Chen, who had been on the mountain wall, suddenly turned around and threw a punch at the three-kilometer-tall giant.
"Whoosh!"
Everyone was so shocked that they broke out in a cold sweat.
The Celestial Demon Tyrant Body Art became more ferocious the longer it lasted. The longer it lasted, the more horrifying the attack.
Right now, even a Holy Venerate would have to retreat from Yang Feng's attacks. To think that Xiao Chen wanted to clash head-on.
"Brat, you are seeking death!"
"Things move in the opposite direction when they reach an extreme. Solitary Yin does not exist, and things that are too hard break easily. Can you still hold on after fighting for so long? Stop pretending and scram! "
Xiao Chen smiled coldly. He had done some research on the Celestial Demon Tyrant Body Art.
He knew that this demonic Cultivation Technique could not be continuously circulated. Otherwise, it would self-destruct sooner or later.
Now was the time for Yang Feng to stop the demonic Cultivation Technique.
"Damn it!"
As Yang Feng watched Xiao Chen charge at him fearlessly and courageously, hatred filled his heart.
Yang Feng simply could not imagine why Xiao Chen's eyes were so cunning.
Seeing Xiao Chen approach, Yang Feng roared ferociously and retreated quickly. His physical body reverted to its original form, and his aura plummeted.
Just at this moment, when Yang Feng reverted to his original form, Xiao Chen's fist light landed on his chest.
"Heaven and Earth, Boundless Primal Chaos!"
The two Veritable Essence Energies in Xiao Chen's 9-Star Primal Core circulated wildly. Two streams of energy continuously spun around Xiao Chen as he punched.
Demonic Qi Veritable Essence Energy and Spiritual Energy Veritable Essence Energy mixed and exploded.
It was not over yet. At the moment when the two Veritable Essence Energies exploded, Xiao Chen activated thirty percent of his Blue Dragon bloodline's might. The Divine Dragon War Body's Dragon Might increased, and twenty Cauldron Force followed right after.
The first wave of explosions shattered all the defenses of the shrunken Yang Feng. Then, twenty Cauldron Force landed on his body without holding anything back.
"Dang!"
The Dragon Pattern Cauldron trembled, and an ancient and savage aura spread out in all directions. Dragon Might shook the surroundings.
Yang Feng vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body flew back like a meteor, landing on the shore.
Yang Feng's strength was somewhat scary.
"The Heavenly Eagle Castle is only so-so!"
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and spread his arms. Electric dragons surrounded him as he headed proudly over the vast scarlet sea.
Yang Feng, who fell into Xiao Chen's trap and crashed to the shore, was so frustrated that he vomited another mouthful of blood when he heard this.
The other cultivators at the shore had already fled far away. They did not dare to appear by Yang Feng's side at this moment.
A bona fide Heavenly Eagle Castle true inheritor was reduced to such a sorry state. Who knew how angry he would be?
"Hey! Isn't this Brother Yang? What's wrong with you? Why are you smiling so unsightly? Did you eat dog shit? "
Just at this moment, unpleasant mocking laughter rang out.
A handsome but evil young man walked over with a group of people.
This was Ou Zhenyun, second only to the top true inheritor of the Fantasy Cloud Sect, Xiahou Xuan.
The nearby crowd felt startled. Another ruthless person arrived.
The Heavenly Eagle Castle and the Fantasy Cloud Sect had always been on bad terms. Now that they saw Yang Feng's dispirited appearance, they could not help mocking him.
"Haha! Senior Brother Ou, that might really be possible. The people of the Heavenly Eagle Castle just love to eat. Ferocious beast corpses, cultivator corpses, they eat them all. Perhaps they really ate dog shit. "
"That's right. Otherwise, why would his expression be so unsightly?"
With Ou Zhenyun backing them, the Fantasy Cloud Sect disciples did not fear the severely injured Yang Feng.
"Ou Zhenyun, you loser. Do you think that you can bully me as you please just because I'm injured?!"
After being repeatedly thwarted, Yang Feng, who was on the ground, became so frustrated that he vomited blood. He roared and charged at Ou Zhenyun.
"You overestimate yourself."
Ou Zhenyun smiled coldly. He actually did nothing when facing Yang Feng's incredibly ferocious punch.
"Bang!"
The fist light collided with Yang Feng's chest and produced a muffled sound. Yang Feng screamed in pain. Yang Feng cried out in pain, revealing an extremely horrified expression. He could not help punching again with his left hand, resulting in another dull sound.
The bones in his two arms were shattered by the recoil, and they were temporarily crippled.
"This old man refined this Essence Magnetic Treasure Armor to deal with you mad dogs of the Heavenly Eagle Castle. Today, I will deal with you first! "
Ou Zhenyun grinned, looking incredibly ferocious.
He waved his hand, and a ghost pennant appeared in his right hand. Then, he waved it gently.
Ghosts howled and aggrieved spirits howled. Then, a thousand-legged centipede made of Demonic Qi flew out of the ghost pennant. The centipede wobbled as it chased after the retreating Yang Feng.
Yang Feng felt incredible regret in his heart. Dragging his crippled arms, he ran for his life in a sorry state.
"Hahaha! Senior Brother, look at him now. He really looks like a dog."
When the Fantasy Cloud Sect disciples saw Yang Feng running away with his arms dangling, they all started laughing.
Ou Zhenyun showed an extremely cocky expression, feeling very pleased in his heart. Seeing that he managed to push Yang Feng to this extent, he smiled and said, "Yang Feng, in the future, when you see this old man, run far away."
"Come, let's quickly go to that continent. The Myriad Holy Church was once destroyed there. There must be a great fortuitous encounter there. This time, after I obtain the Essence Magnetic Treasure Armor, I will definitely kill everyone. "
Ou Zhenyun felt very heroic as he controlled the thousand-legged centipede to carry the Fantasy Cloud Sect disciples across the scarlet sea.
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