And so, with Fu Chen, the Grand Elder of the Holy Light Sect, blocking the path, Shen Lang’s Battle Intent flared. Without another word, he charged straight forward.

His momentum carried the ferocity of a thousand clashing armies.

It held the magnificent Killing Intent of a warrior who fought bathed in blood, pressing ever onward.

And it possessed an unparalleled, domineering presence that could sweep through legions, leaving ruin in its wake!

In the past, regardless of the methods he employed, Shen Lang had usually projected a refined and gentle demeanor.

But at this moment, he had completely transformed into a Demon Saber that defied the heavens and warred with the earth!

His Battle Intent soared, enough to shatter mountains and sunder peaks.

Sharp and tyrannical, the Demon Saber was unsheathed!

Ying Huo and the members of the War Wolf felt this unprecedented momentum. Their hearts surged, pounding with impassioned excitement!

Only Qian Luo stared blankly at the scene...

As Qian Luo watched Shen Lang charge forward bare-fisted, his face grew long.

’Oh, for crying out loud, kid! That old monster is at the Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven, and he’s been at that Realm for years! He’s nothing like a rookie like me!’

’At least draw the saber on your back! Why are you just charging in swinging your fists?’

Shen Lang had indeed charged straight ahead, bare-fisted.

To Qian Luo, it looked like the advance of a reckless brute.

But for Fu Chen, his opponent, the feeling was completely different.

Fu Chen was locked on by Shen Lang’s Divine Thought and enveloped by his momentum. He instantly felt as if he were being targeted by an Ancient Wild Beast!

Shen Lang’s movements were direct and straightforward, with no flourish or discernible technique.

But that all-sweeping momentum, that heaven-defying Battle Intent at its peak, made Fu Chen’s eyes narrow. His expression turned grim.

Shen Lang’s target was him. Swept up in this momentum, Fu Chen’s experience was vastly different from that of the spectators!

"Junior, you have a few tricks, but today, you will die without a doubt!"

Fu Chen let out a strange cry as his own momentum surged. The terrifying presence of a Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven expert swept across the field.

Facing Shen Lang’s rapid charge, Fu Chen’s right hand was wreathed in a circle of ink-black mist, poised to strike!

He, too, was bare-fisted and did not use a Profound Artifact.

If a dignified expert of the Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven needed a Profound Artifact to deal with a wet-behind-the-ears brat like this, wouldn’t he become a laughingstock if word got out?

’In my eyes, I can crush a brat like this in an instant, even if he has some talent!’

"More than a few tricks? Take this, old dog!"

The two-hundred-meter distance was covered in the blink of an eye. To Fu Chen’s slight astonishment, Shen Lang leaped into the air and smashed a fist downward!

This punch carried a peerless air, as if it would slay any god or buddha who dared stand in its way!

As Shen Lang’s figure rapidly closed in, Fu Chen’s expression changed. ’What’s happening? Why are fine black scales appearing on his arm? Is it a Martial Soul? How can a Martial Soul condense into a physical form?’

But by then, Shen Lang’s fist was already upon him with a whistling roar, leaving Fu Chen no time for further thought.

"Whatever it is, you’re not qualified to show off in front of me!"

"A mere firefly daring to compete with the moon?"

Without yielding an inch, Fu Chen threw a punch at the charging Shen Lang!

"Haha, that little bastard must have a screw loose. He actually chose the Grand Elder as his opponent and is even attacking bare-fisted. He’s really courting death."

"A newborn calf fears no tiger. Soon, he won’t even know what killed him! The Grand Elder’s Martial Soul is the Soul-Devouring Beast! It can devour a person’s flesh and blood, yet he dares to make physical contact!"

The two men beside Fu Chen, afraid of getting in his way, moved more than ten meters to the side with cold sneers.

The very instant the two men retreated, Shen Lang’s and Fu Chen’s fists crashed into each other.

BOOM!

An endless, blinding light erupted from the point of contact.

A world-shaking explosion, carrying a storm of unimaginable terror, swept out from their position in all directions. Space itself trembled in the storm’s wake!

The Soul-Devouring Beast Martial Soul on Fu Chen’s fist was instantly shattered. Caught off guard, he felt a monstrous power surge from Shen Lang’s fist.

It was as if the might of a great mountain had converged on that single fist, crashing down upon him...

Before he could even cry out in agony, his stance broke, and the old man was sent flying backward uncontrollably!

Moreover, the storm formed by the ferocious, Powerful Qi sent the two men who had just stepped aside tumbling across the ground, cutting a pathetic figure!

The Shen Lang of today was a far cry from his former self. He had changed dramatically since first awakening his Chaos Divine Body.

His physical body was now tens, even hundreds of times stronger, and after a year of honing, his control over that power had reached an unbelievable level!

Although his punch didn’t look like much—other than its absurd speed and commendable momentum—the power it visibly displayed was nothing to write home about.

But with the vast majority of his Ten Divine Beast Particles activated, how could its power be anything but extraordinary!

Caught by surprise, Fu Chen’s right arm was instantly injured by the impact, left hanging limply as it trembled uncontrollably.

"How is this possible!"

’He injured my arm, an arm reinforced with my Soul-Devouring Beast Martial Soul, in a single punch!’ Fu Chen was utterly horrified.

This had never happened before!

At least, not since he had advanced to the Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven!

Even after taking Shen Lang’s punch, his right hand injured and the blood and qi churning within him, Fu Chen still couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe a mere boy could be so powerful as to injure him this badly with a single blow!

"Whether it’s possible or not is unimportant. What’s important is that you will be the one to die."

Seeing his first strike land, Shen Lang pressed his advantage without a moment’s hesitation. His body flickered, closing the distance to Fu Chen, and he threw another punch.

’Damn it! I’m practically at the Half-Step King Martial Realm! Besides a true King Martial Realm expert, how can anyone’s physical body be so much stronger than mine?’

Watching in horror as Shen Lang’s fist grew larger in his vision, Fu Chen was both shocked and enraged.

He stomped his right foot on the ground, and amidst a spray of shattered rock, his figure shot backward with incredible speed.

A dignified expert of the Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven actually dared not face Shen Lang head-on again. The sight left Qian Luo and the others in the distance completely dumbfounded.

Only Fu Chen, who was in the thick of it, knew just how immense the power behind Shen Lang’s fists truly was.

Faced with that kind of power, one couldn’t even muster the will to resist!

’This simply can’t be the kind of power a Martial Artist below the King Martial Realm could wield...’

Fu Chen retreated rapidly, the stones beneath his feet shooting out to the sides.

But Shen Lang stuck to him like a shadow, giving him no chance to catch his breath. His fists came one after another, like a torrential storm, like a raging tsunami.

With his Cultivation at the Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven, if Fu Chen hadn’t allowed Shen Lang to get so close, it wouldn’t have been so easy for a bare-fisted Shen Lang to overwhelm him, even with his speed.

After all, the power of a Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven expert was not just a matter of Physical Strength.

But in close-quarters combat against Shen Lang, Fu Chen was at a disadvantage. Not only was his own Physical Strength far inferior, but even if it had been greater, he would still have been on the receiving end of a beating.

Back when Shen Lang’s Chaos Divine Body had just awakened and his power was far weaker, he could still beat Drunken Thousand Cups of the Xuanwu Realm Second Heaven senseless.

Now, with his Cultivation countless times stronger, he could kill someone like Drunken Thousand Cups with just a flick of his finger.

WHOOSH!

Fu Chen realized with horror that Shen Lang was getting faster and faster, giving him no room to escape. Another fist came hurtling toward his face!

Unable to block in time, Fu Chen jerked his head to the side, dodging the punch in a split second.

The wind from the punch grazed past his face, sharp as a blade.

However, before he could even feel a moment of relief, Shen Lang bent his arm, and his elbow slammed viciously down onto Fu Chen’s chest!

CRACK!

A halo of light burst from Fu Chen’s chest as his Spiritual Armor materialized, blocking Shen Lang’s vicious elbow strike.

But the instant the Spiritual Armor appeared, a sharp cracking sound rang out.

It was immediately covered in a web of shocking cracks!

"You despicable whelp!"

It was the first time Fu Chen had ever seen someone shatter his Spiritual Armor with a mere fist. He was scared out of his wits.

At this life-or-death moment, currents of energy swirled around Fu Chen’s hands. Purple qi instantly condensed into two Longswords, which he slashed furiously at Shen Lang in a crisscross pattern.

He couldn’t match Shen Lang’s physical strength or speed. His only option was to use a powerful Cultivation Technique to fight back.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Shen Lang’s hands clashed with Fu Chen’s two swords, producing the sharp ring of striking metal.

Powerful Qi lashed out, and the surrounding air roiled like a stormy sea. Shen Lang’s figure was finally forced back three meters by Fu Chen’s two Qi Swords.

"Gathering Qi into Blade?"

Shen Lang glanced at his own arms. Seeing the many fine scratches on his scales, he couldn’t help but take a second look at the Qi Swords.

Gathering Qi into Blade was a High Tier Technique. Once mastered, its sharpness was in no way inferior to that of a Profound Artifact.

However, very few people could cultivate it to such a level.

The fact that Fu Chen’s Gathering Qi into Blade could leave marks on the scales manifested by Shen Lang’s Celestial Demon Body was a testament to its sharpness.

Conversely, when Fu Chen saw that he had been forced to use his proudest signature move only to push his opponent back and leave a few shallow marks on the scales of his arms, his shock was simply beyond words!

’These scales form right against his skin. It’s not Scale Armor... Who is this kid? Could he be from the Demon Race? But I can only sense Demon Qi when the scales are visible. Otherwise, there’s nothing unusual about him at all!’

A grim look appeared on Fu Chen’s face. With a shake of his hands, he dispelled the Qi Gathering Blades.

Then, he raised both palms and thrust them upward!

The ground immediately began to tremble. Circles of sand and stone erupted with Shen Lang at the center, trapping him within a rapidly spinning vortex!

"Sir, be careful! That old devil’s ’Sandfall Purgatory’ is no small matter! It can refine stone into sand and infuse it with his Power, forming a sandstorm. Every grain weighs over a hundred pounds! It can grind even a Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven expert to dust!"

Seeing this from a distance, Ying Huo was startled and shouted a loud warning.

Before his words had even faded, Shen Lang was completely swallowed by the sandstorm, his figure vanishing from sight!