"You want me to die with just some inferior work arranged by your Black Demon Sect in the Azure Origin Dao Sect?" Ethan sneered, sarcasm dripping like poison from his words.

With that, he took a step forward—a deliberate, unyielding advance.

One formation barrier after another folded behind him, powerless before his will.

He passed through the third layer and stopped only when the distance was just enough to spot the figure before him: Azraeth V'khorath.

Demons bore resemblance to humans—yet the strongest among their kind stood apart, marked by power and bloodline.

Azraeth V'khorath was the living embodiment of this distinction.

Towering and solidly muscled, his blue-black skin shimmered under the dark light, etched with demonic patterns that spoke of ancient, unstoppable might.

Half his body was consumed by these demonic marks—a testament to his cultivation talent, bloodline and heritage.

"Haha, arrogant boy, you're bold to reach this far," Azraeth V'khorath's voice rumbled, eyes narrowing to slits.

"Today, I will deal with you personally!" His aura erupted violently as demonic energy surged forth.

Shockwaves roared out like thunderclaps but barely grazed Ethan, merely fussing the hair on his forehead.

"Old dog Azraeth V'khorath," Ethan said with a dismissive smirk. "Times have changed."

"After all these years, I have the strength to face you."

"Otherwise, why would I have come down here myself?" His smile was easy, relaxed—dangerous in its confidence.

Azraeth laughed—deep, scornful, and sharp.

"More than ten years, and you dare claim you can contend with me? You must be joking!" he jeered.

"joking? From your mouth?" Ethan's lip curled, delivered with cold sarcasm as he closed the distance.

Less than ten meters now, the formation barriers stood between them: five layers faced him.

Four layers.

Three layers.

Two layers.

One layer.

Ethan stood directly before Azraeth V'khorath, barely a step away.

Their physical forms were separated only by a solid formation barrier.

"How about now?" Ethan's voice broke through the tension, eyes fixed on the barrier.

Azraeth's smile sharpened—his gaze piercing and cold.

"Ethan, you were lucky to survive the Black Demon Sect's assassination attempt. Why do you come to die if you choose not to hide?" His voice dripped with mockery, eyes glowing a strange, icy blue that held murderous intent.

"Send me to death, old dog? Are you too confident?" Ethan's voice was low but charged, edged with defiance.

Azraeth chuckled darkly.

"You're too confident."

"Think your safety comes from a mere formation's protection?"

"My demonic energy is highly corrosive and toxic. The formation weakens it, yes."

"But it takes three layers to eliminate its full corrosiveness."

"There's only one layer between you and me."

"Tell me, if you don't want to die, then what's your plan?" Azraeth's laugh was cold, cruel—and behind him, demonic energy swirled, thick and potent.

It spread like storm clouds rolling over a sunless sky, dense and menacing.

Within breaths, the surrounding space thickened, suffused with lethal demonic energy.

Azraeth could no longer see Ethan through the thick black mist.

Ethan was submerged in it.

His breath caught, swallowed by the choking haze.

"Hahaha! Killing you is far too easy!" Azraeth's voice echoed triumphantly.

Even weakened by the formation, the corrosiveness and toxicity of his demonic energy were lethal—enough to crush any ordinary Tribulation Transcendence realm cultivator.

And Ethan? A mere physical cultivator.

Strong talent and understanding alone were meaningless without the strength to fight.

Physical cultivation was a grueling journey.

Even with guidance and a complete method, reaching the Dharma body realm demanded dozens, if not hundreds, more times the effort than spiritual cultivators needed to reach Tribulation Transcendence.

Azraeth's eyes gleamed observing the beauty of his demonic energy—the demon fire that danced and burned with his power.

He was intoxicated by the thought of crushing Ethan in this toxic storm.

But then—

A flash of golden light cut through the black mist.

The demonic fog shattered into scattered fragments.

From the center emerged a seven-colored giant, glowing softly with golden light.

It was an ethereal giant, an exact replica of Ethan.

Azraeth's eyes widened in shock.

This was unexpected, more than he had prepared for!

Back then, at his peak, Mahayana realm experts below the fifth turn hardly dared touch his demonic energy or flames.

Though his strength was diminished now, at the peak of the fifth turn, with the formation weakening his power, even such power was enough to obliterate ordinary cultivators at the peak Tribulation Transcendence realm.

Yet Ethan stood unscathed.

How?

Azraeth's gaze sharpened, disbelief written across his face.

"This... is Dharma body?!" he rasped.

"How is it possible you actually obtained the complete body cultivation method?" His voice faltered, uncertainty seeping through.

Ethan chuckled dryly.

"Thanks to you, of course."

"If not for what you said back then, I wouldn't have immediately realized my path was wrong."

"And I wouldn't have worked so hard to obtain a complete method of physical cultivation."

Azraeth's face darkened, fury surfacing like a storm.

"But what can you do with Dharma body? I've yet to use my full power!"

His eyes narrowed again, cold and razor-sharp.

He stretched out his hand with a violent shake, and torrential demonic energy surged.

The energy compressed into a suffocating wave even weakened by the first formation layer.

Any ordinary Tribulation Transcendence cultivator touched by it would be dead in an instant.

Even humans barely stepping into the Mahayana realm wouldn't last long against this force.

Azraeth roared his fury.

"So what if you have Dharma body? I'm a descendant of the earth demon lineage!"

"The unique demonic properties of my ancestral blood cannot be resisted by your human body."

"You will die at my hands!" His shout filled the air.

Demon flame and demonic energy merged and coalesced into a monstrous black dragon of fire.

The black flame dragon writhed and wrapped tightly around Ethan's form.

Ethan's lips curled into a cold snort against Azraeth's overwhelming assault.

"My Celestial prism Dharma body is broken?!"

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