The killing was shocking, and the longswords clanged.
As Chen Zong continued to attack, and as Chen Zong's conviction became more and more condensed, the sharpness of the Demon Slayer Sword became more and more shocking. Gradually, a blurry sword shadow seemed to be condensing, but something was missing, and it could not fully condense.
Even so, the power of each of Chen Zong's sword attacks had an obvious increase.
On the other side, Murong Zhen and Wuma You 'an both exploded with shocking power, and they fought fiercely with the two Demon King Clan formidable martial artists. Every attack was earth-shattering, and it seemed to destroy everything. That terrifying power made it so that there was no third person within a thousand meters of them.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Nobody knew when Murong Zhen had put on a pair of black gloves. The gloves were filled with black light, and they exuded a shocking aura. They were a pair of middle-grade spirit artifact boxing gloves.
As he punched, the void shook, and it was as if the mountains were collapsing. It was terrifying.
Under this punch, one could faintly see the shadow of a black mountain rushing forward, as if it could shatter a mountain.
It was incomparably terrifying. Even the people a thousand meters away could feel the terrifying pressure from this punch. Their faces were filled with shock and horror.
"This is the power of a King-Ranked martial artist." Xiang Liang avoided the attacks of the Demon King Clan's elites as he was shocked by Murong Zhen's power. That terrifying power made him feel like he was being suppressed and torn apart even from a distance. It was very uncomfortable.
"Cheap slave, you have some power." The Demon King Clan formidable martial artist's mouth curled up. He was shocked, and then he sneered.
Cheap slave!
In the past, this was what the Demon Race called the Half-Demon Race. That was right. In the eyes of the Demon Race, the Half-Demon Race was like a lowly servant or even a slave. They were inferior beings that were enslaved by them, and there was not much difference between them and the other demonic creatures.
It was because of the discrimination of the Demon Race that the Half-Demon Race sided with the human race, and they became the human race's help against the Demon Race.
If not for this, the Demon Race's power would only be stronger.
Hearing how the Demon King Clan formidable martial artist addressed him, Murong Zhen's face turned even colder. The coldness in his eyes seemed to materialize, and the power of his palm seemed to increase.
Although he called Murong Zhen a lowly slave, this Demon King Clan powerhouse didn't dare to underestimate Murong Zhen's palm.
A King-Ranked martial artist's palm strike was extremely powerful.
He punched out!
Black demonic energy covered the black glove on his fist. It was a mid-tier demonic artifact. In terms of grade, it was not inferior to Murong Zhen's mid-tier spiritual artifact.
This punch was capable of destroying mountains and mountains.
Boom!
The palm and fist collided, and after a slight pause, an extremely shocking and violent wave erupted from the collision. It surged out in all directions and even shattered the hard ground below, causing numerous horrifying holes to appear.
The storm raged and swept in all directions, destroying everything in its path. The Demon Hunters and Demon Clan elites within a thousand-meter radius were affected and forced to retreat, vomiting blood non-stop.
On the other side, Wuma You 'an and the second Demon King Clan formidable martial artist also displayed their King-Ranked martial artist's powers as they battled intensely. Wuma You' an's weapon was a pair of huge hammers. Every time he swung his hammers, a shocking amount of power exploded. They were like bright yellow lightning, extremely dazzling, tearing the sky apart. Wherever the hammers landed, the spatial zone shook as if it was going to collapse.
Wuma You 'an's body was tall and strong, but he was extremely agile. Coupled with his immense strength, the combination of the two allowed him to unleash a frightening amount of power. Coupled with his demonic powers, every strike of his hammers seemed to be able to break through the spatial zone.
Wuma You 'an's opponent, the Demon King Clan formidable martial artist, used a pair of jet-black short poles. The poles were extremely heavy, and when they struck down, it was as if two mountains had been compressed together. The frightening suppression caused the ground to crack first.
As the hammers and poles clashed, an even more shocking sound rang out. That sound was extremely ear-piercing, and the sound waves surged out like invisible blades, causing everyone a thousand meters away to turn pale. It was as if their eardrums had been pierced, and fresh blood flowed out.
Without a choice, everyone could only stay further away from these four King-Ranked formidable martial artists.
After killing more than thirty Demon Clan elites in a row, Chen Zong's body suddenly trembled as a cold intent surged from the depths of his body.
The third Demon King Clan formidable martial artist had his eyes on Chen Zong and was closing in on him at a frightening speed.
This cold intent directly descended on Chen Zong's body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. A strong sense of danger surged from the depths of his body, causing Chen Zong to instantly wake up from that state.
"Just a little bit more!" Chen Zong couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Just a little bit more; just a little bit more, and his sword intent would have welcomed a breakthrough and a transformation.
His sword intent was now at the peak of the second stage of the Manifestation Realm. If it broke through again, it would reach the third stage of the Manifestation Realm. At that time, his strength would have an obvious increase.
One had to know that there were different stages of the True Intent. Between each stage, there was a clear difference in power. Under normal circumstances, Extreme Mortal Realm martial artists could only grasp the first stage of the Manifestation Realm. Only a few could grasp the second stage of the Manifestation Realm. If they had outstanding comprehension skills, they would either have a fortuitous encounter, or they would have slowly honed it over time.
Most Earthly Spirit Realm formidable martial artists could only grasp the second stage of the True Intent.
As for the third stage of the True Intent, it was almost impossible for Extreme Mortal Realm martial artists to grasp it. It was too difficult, unless they had a fortuitous encounter.
Just now, Chen Zong was just a little bit away from transforming his second stage of the True Intent into the third stage, reaching a level that only Earthly Spirit Realm formidable martial artists could achieve. However, he was interrupted.
This kind of interruption was like killing one's parents; it was absolutely irreconcilable.
Murderous intent exploded from Chen Zong's eyes, like a long sword piercing through the air. At the same time, a jet black blade light, chilling, domineering, and exterminating, pierced through the air and slashed towards Chen Zong.
The aura contained in this blade caused Chen Zong's expression to change drastically. The murderous intent in his eyes dissipated and was replaced by a trace of seriousness, a seriousness that came from the bottom of his heart.
This blade was so terrifying that Chen Zong could smell the scent of death.
Chen Zong knew that he couldn't withstand this blade at all.
It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him. In an instant, Chen Zong unleashed his movement technique to the extreme. Layers of illusions flashed and were incomparably agile as he dodged the blade. However, under this blade, the illusions were continuously shattered and turned into ashes.
The extreme sense of danger made Chen Zong's hair stand on end.
He swung his sword and slashed out. Spiral Nine Revolutions!
The Demon Slaying Sword didn't come into direct contact with the blade. Instead, it slashed from the side, trying its best to change the trajectory of the blade. Even so, Chen Zong still felt an extremely cold and domineering force rushing from the blade, through the Demon Slaying Sword, and directly into his arm.
His arm couldn't help but tremble. That terrifying force rushed into his arm and into Chen Zong's body like a hot knife through butter, attempting to destroy Chen Zong's body from the inside.
On the surface of his body, that terrifying force even caused Chen Zong to fly backward.
With a muffled groan, his blood and Qi flowed backward, and he couldn't help but spit it out into the air. Chen Zong's body retreated a few hundred meters. After nine revolutions, he retreated more than a thousand meters. His face was pale, and the arm that was holding the sword kept trembling. He felt weak and sore, just like an ordinary person who used too much strength.
"So powerful!"
Chen Zong's heart was filled with shock.
The power of that blade was truly terrifying. He was no match for it at all.
"King-Ranked martial artist!"
A second thought came to his mind.
His strength was the strongest among those below the King-Ranked martial artist level. Ordinary people at the peak of the Ninth Tier of the Extreme Mortal Realm wouldn't even be able to withstand one strike from him.
However, the other party's blade was able to injure him. What's more, it wasn't a direct hit. He didn't bear the full force of the attack. If he had been hit directly, Chen Zong guessed that even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured.
However, if the other party was an Earthly Spirit Realm martial artist, then he wouldn't have been able to dodge this blade. He wouldn't even have had time to react before he was killed. From this, he could deduce that the power of that blade was probably at the King-Ranked level.
Before this, Chen Zong was still very curious about the strength of a King-Ranked martial artist. He even wanted to fight with one. Now, he understood that the other party was very strong. So strong that he couldn't fight against them now.
This kind of strength wasn't as simple as just doubling his strength.
This thought flashed through his mind like lightning. Chen Zong didn't slow down at all. He quickly distanced himself from the other party and took out elixirs to heal his injuries.
However, the Demon King Clan martial artist had already set his sights on Chen Zong. He saw Chen Zong kill many Demon Race elites and realized that Chen Zong was a threat to the Demon Race. A threat, he had to be eliminated as soon as possible.
He chased after Chen Zong. Everywhere he went, Demon Hunters were killed.
As he approached quickly, a terrifying killing intent locked onto Chen Zong. This made him extremely shocked.
Once the other party got close, he would most likely be killed.
Did Chen Zong want to die?
He didn't want to, and he didn't want to.
However, the other party's speed was extremely fast. Even if he used all his strength, he wouldn't be able to pull away. Even if he wanted to retreat into the Demon Suppression Camp, it would be too late.
What should he do?
If he activated the Azure Feather Shield, he would be able to defend against the other party's attack. As the other party approached, that was a defense that could defend against an Emperor Realm martial artist's attack. However, Chen Zong was unwilling to give up.
Was defense the only thing he could do?
Moreover, the Azure Feather Shield's defense wasn't permanent. It had a time limit. Once the time limit was up, it would disappear immediately. If he wasn't strong enough, he would still be killed by the other party.
For a moment, a strong feeling of unwillingness grew in the deepest part of Chen Zong's heart. It grew wildly like weeds and quickly spread all over his body. An astonishing aura also burst out, increasing Chen Zong's speed above the limit. Even so, he still couldn't pull away from the Demon King Clan martial artist. Under the other party's astonishing speed, the distance between them was constantly shortened.
Chen Zong moved around, trying his best to sneak into places with the most Demon Race elites to hide his figure and slow down the other party's speed. At the same time, he was thinking at lightning speed. In an instant, many ideas were born and extinguished.
"Use the Congenital Qi secret method?"
Another idea popped up. Of course, using the Congenital Qi secret method could greatly increase his strength and make him more powerful. However, Chen Zong felt that even after using the Congenital Qi secret method, he might not be the other party's match.
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