However, before Rong Lua could pursue his thoughts, the three-eyed demon coldly snorted, a guttural sound that vibrated through the air like grinding metal.

A burst of hellish flames jetted from its nose, the fiery breath scorching the ground and instantly raising the temperature until the air itself shimmered.

The sudden appearance of Rong Lua was nothing short of a slap across the demon's face—an insult that ignited a murderous rage deep within its core.

The crimson light around its gigantic frame intensified, rolling off its skin like molten lava.

Without the slightest warning, the demon raised one massive arm, its thick muscles coiling like compressed steel, and then—

Punched.

Sizzle—!

The simple, almost casual motion tore the air apart.

The surrounding air warped violently.

The space between demon and human rippled like heated glass, stretching unnaturally as if the world itself was being pulled apart.

Within that distorted void, a colossal projection of a burning crimson fist materialized—tens of meters wide, wrapped in roaring flames and demonic energy.

It came crashing down toward Rong Lua like the wrath of an ancient god.

Rong Lua's expression tightened—then turned cold.

Such terrifying raw strength…

His heart trembled for a brief moment. Even he had to admit—

Abyssal demons were monsters whose physical might vastly surpassed humans.

But that moment of shock vanished as quickly as it came.

A thin, disdainful smile curled at the edge of his lips.

"So what?" he murmured.

Physical strength was meaningless before the Sword Dao.

If the heavens themselves blocked his path, he would cut them.

If the earth dared resist, he would cleave it open.

This fist—this demon—was no exception.

With a flick of his wrist, a sword materialized in his palm.

It wasn't particularly ornate nor blazing with spiritual light.

Yet the instant it appeared, the world reacted with instinctive fear.

The blade hummed softly—

A deadly whisper that promised annihilation.

Then the two forces met.

BANG!!!

The explosion of power was deafening.

The flaming crimson fist and the cold, devastating sword-light collided mid-air, detonating with a force that shattered the clouds above.

A shockwave blasted outward, ripping ancient trees from their roots and sending ripples tearing across the lake like thousands of blades.

Behind Rong Lua, the sky itself seemed to split open, a long, jagged tear cutting through the horizon like a sword stroke left by a celestial being.

The impact illuminated the world for an instant—

Fiery red on one side.

Blinding silver sword-light on the other.

Li Mei, Lin Huang, and Zhao Yunfei were forced to shield their faces. Their bodies trembled beneath the sheer force shaking the land beneath their feet.

The demon's lips peeled back into a grin, its eyes gleaming with savage delight.

Rong Lua remained suspended in mid-air, clothes fluttering violently, gaze sharp as a blade as he lowered his sword.

This was no longer a simple confrontation.

It was the beginning of a battle that could easily erase the entire lake from existence.

The demon's three pupils constricted into razor-thin slits.

"Hmmm…"

It exhaled a cold snort—short, disdainful, and dripping with murderous arrogance.

And then it punched again.

This time, there wasn't even time for a crimson glow to appear.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!

In the blink of an eye, the entire sky exploded into countless phantom fists.

They appeared everywhere—layer upon layer, densely packed beyond reason. There was no space between them. No gaps. No escape.

A storm of fists.

An avalanche of destruction.

Within that roaring cascade, Rong Lua's figure vanished completely, swallowed whole by the frenzy of attacks.

From below, it looked as though the heavens themselves had turned on him.

Sword vs. Fist — Thousands of Exchanges

The demon's fists hammered down like meteors, each blow powerful enough to shatter a mountain peak.

Rong Lua responded in kind.

Clang! Bang! Shatter! Rip!

The two clashed thousands of times in mere minutes—each exchange so fast that even Golden Core cultivators would fail to see a blur.

Just the leftover ripples of their strikes—just the shockwaves—flattened several distant hills. Trees vaporized into dust. The earth cracked, creating trenches that stretched for miles.

Whoosh—!!

One stray arc of Rong Lua's sword qi escaped upward and then sliced downward like a judgment from the heavens.

It struck the lake.

And the entire lake split into two, water soaring into the sky in huge walls as the lakebed below was revealed like a gaping wound across the earth.

Below—Lin Huang Stood Like a Living Sword

Such overwhelming sword intention…

Lin Huang's pupils contracted as he watched the two clashes above.

For a moment, awe consumed him completely.

This… this was the aura very similar to his own.

Refusing to let his gaze waver, he stood before Li Mei and Zhao Yunfei like a steel wall. His expression didn't show fear—only focus as sharp as a blade.

Every chunk of exploded earth, every boulder hurled by shockwaves, every wild burst of energy—

all of it turned to dust the instant it neared him.

Cut apart by the invisible edge of his will.

To Lin Huang, there was nothing in this world he could not cut.

His Sword Intention roared silently, like a storm hidden beneath his calm stance.

The clash between Rong Lua and the three-eyed demon sent violent tremors spread far beyond the lake. Birds fled from forests miles away. Beasts howled in panic.

This was the kind of confrontation that could determine the fate of ten thousand beings. A battle that would be recorded in ancient history were anyone left alive to speak of it.

Song Po Felt the Shock

Far away, clouds parted violently as a streak of light shot across the sky—

Song Po.

His expression was grim, eyebrows nearly touching from how tightly he frowned.

"A battle… between Nascent Soul experts?"

His heart dropped.

"A demon…?"

The moment the possibility crossed his thoughts, all color drained from his face.

The aura was too close—

far too close to his city.

If beings at this level fought there…

The city wouldn't survive a single breath.

Just as Song Po steadied himself in midair, another aura ripped through the heavens toward him.

He stiffened.

That aura… he knew it.

"Lord of Wind and Thunder Imperial City…?"

His face darkened.

Unlike his own city—fractured, jointly ruled by competing noble families—the Wind and Thunder Imperial City bowed to a single ruler. One sovereign power. One absolute law.

Exactly what Song Po dreamed of achieving.

But dreams meant nothing when reality refused to yield.

The Azure Dragon Continent had failed for centuries to produce even a single peak Golden Core cultivator capable of unifying anything. After thousands of years, only he—Song Po—held even the faintest hope of reaching that realm.

The sky suddenly tore open.

A streak of lightning flashed across the clouds, buzzing with arrogant might.

As it neared, the light flickered, halting for a brief moment to reveal a figure.

A young man dressed in gold robes.

His long black hair was tied with a jade hairpin; electricity danced faintly across his sleeves.

Wind and thunder gathered in his eyes as he glanced at Song Po—

Not with respect.

Not even with acknowledgment.

Just a passing look.

And then he continued forward without a single word.

Song Po's fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"Damn it!"

That short glance was enough to say everything.

The Lord of Wind and Thunder Imperial City didn't put him in his eyes at all.

Meanwhile—The Demon Lost Its Mind

Far below, the three-eyed demon's breaths came out in ragged bursts, flames spilling from its nostrils.

Madness flashed through its triple pupils.

Thousands of exchanges.

Thousands of punches.

Yet the human still stood.

Even when Rong Lua bled, he refused to fall.

Even when space warped under the demon's fists, the swordsman slashed through again and again.

The demon's rage boiled like an erupting volcano.

"You think this puny strength is enough to defeat me…?"

Its lips stretched into a crooked, bloodthirsty grin.

"Kekeke…"

Then—

For one instant—

the world froze.

Wind stopped. Water stilled. Even the torn lake remained suspended mid-air like a painting.

A suffocating silence descended.

And then—

The demon roared:

"DEMONIC TRANSFORMATION!"

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