Boom!
On the Sky Dome Battlefield, the vast abyssal rift was seized by the Han Yuan Dao Master and slammed down at a top-tier Ninth Rank from the Upper Nine Heavens.
Rumbling sounds echoed through heaven and earth.
A Ninth Rank was directly crushed beneath the massive Han Yuan.
"Rise."
A roar came from beneath the Han Yuan.
The colossal Han Yuan was actually propped up by an immeasurable divine power.
The Han Yuan Dao Master's expression shifted slightly. Before he could fully suppress it, with a 'boom,' the Han Yuan was sent flying, and a sky-shattering giant emerged.
"Kill."
The giant's divine fist rained down from the sky.
The Han Yuan Dao Master raised the abyss again and engaged the giant in battle.
The might of the Ninth Rank was breathtaking.
Dao King also chose his opponent. With a raise of his hand, top-tier Chaotic Divine Medicines flew out. Each divine medicine transformed into a towering tree as it emerged.
There were fire trees, water trees, sun trees, dark trees... Dao King's Dao encompassed all myriad paths.
Dao King possessed too many methods.
His enemy was trapped within the Forest of Myriad Daos, shattering one Great Dao Tree after another.
Clang.
A flame ancient tree suddenly turned into a flaming long saber and slashed down.
This saber was immensely powerful, possessing the effect of a sneak attack.
With a 'bang,' the enemy's physical body was struck, and their Great Dao scattered.
Dao King's strength allowed him to suppress his opponent.
Everyone had chosen their opponents.
Chen Fan was no exception.
His target was the strongest present, the Sixth Heaven's Master, Fuyun Dao Master.
Buzz!
A dreamlike aura surged from Fuyun Dao Master's body.
The crimson color of the Blood Pill had long since dissipated. The remaining vital energy was swallowed by Fuyun. He raised his hand, summoning a long river of Dao, from which he pulled out a peerless ferocious weapon wreathed in surging vital energy.
As this bow appeared, the heavens and earth trembled.
"Ninth-Rank Emperor Weapon?" A shocked voice immediately rang out.
"How is that possible?"
From behind, Zhan's pupils contracted: "Fuyun, you actually forged a Ninth-Rank Emperor Weapon! How did you manage it?"
Ninth Rank could forge Eighth-Rank Emperor Weapons.
As for Ninth-Rank Emperor Weapons, they had transcended the level of Emperor Weapons. Such a level could be called Divine Weapons.
"Heh heh."
Fuyun chuckled: "Zhan, you're falling behind."
His voice carried a hint of profound disdain: "Since you've finally returned from death, why reveal yourself? Do you wish to die again?"
His casual words instantly ignited a killing intent in Zhan's eyes.
Killing light, as if it were tangible, shot out from his icy pupils: "You... what did you say?"
His death was a secret.
On that day, the Son of Heaven had killed him alone.
How did Fuyun know?
Fuyun no longer answered him, and the blood-dripping divine bow in his hand was instantly drawn.
Boom.
The divine bow swept up the power of all surrounding Daos.
The divine bow had no arrow, instead, it was formed from Dao power, similar in principle to Zhan's demonic bow.
"Hmph."
Zhan's cold snort reverberated, and his demonic bow was drawn simultaneously.
With a sound of overwhelming demonic energy echoing over the Eighth Land: "Fuyun, someone once said my demonic bow was inferior to your divine bow. Today... shall we test it?"
"Good."
Fuyun remained calm.
The next moment...
Boom!
The divine and demonic bows simultaneously swept up energy from all directions.
One black, one white, two arrows simultaneously tore through heaven and earth.
The arrows were like dragons, rending the firmament.
At their peak speed, they collided.
Rumble.
Accompanying the tremendous roar, the void continuously annihilated.
It was as if a yin-yang fish bloomed in the void, with destructive energy sweeping across heaven and earth.
This was the pinnacle collision, the strongest present.
The destructive storm, entwined in black and white, rolled like a great dragon, crushing everything in its path.
"Chirp."
On either side of the storm, a pair of calm eyes emanated spiritual energy, their gazes filled with fervent battle intent flickering.
That fervor was a yearning for life-and-death combat.
"It's been a long time since I felt this way," Zhan was exhilarated.
Hua Yan, and even Chu Huo, could not ignite Zhan's fighting spirit.
These two had never been his match in the past.
Fuyun was different; they were almost evenly matched in their prime.
Only battles where one felt the proximity of death could excite him.
The courage to risk one's life; if one did not dare to face danger, how could they find a path to survival in a desperate situation?
We demonic cultivators should fight to hone our combat skills.
Screech.
Zhan casually tore through the destructive storm, his demonic bow already sheathed.
His aura tore through the storm, and his figure, brimming with battle intent, strode into it like a demon god.
The storm could not get close.
Violent demonic energy, filled with dreadful killing intent, diffused outwards with extreme collisions carrying an air of endless tragedy.
This battle would be fought with life itself.
Thump, thump, thump.
His footsteps sounded like heartbeats, his demonic energy surging, stirring up a demonic flame storm, and the surrounding space began to warp.
...
"What's happening?"
At this moment, almost all eyes on the battlefield were drawn to Zhan.
Chen Fan was no exception.
He sighed: "What am I supposed to do?"
He had intended to fight Fuyun himself. Even though he knew he was no match for the opponent, he would have fought to the death for the allure of the divine weapon.
But now, Zhan had stolen the spotlight.
He was not happy.
In their slightly shifting pupils, there was astonishment. They all saw the figure shrouded in overwhelming demonic energy, and their pupils began to contract.
So strong!
This was their first impression.
The violent battle intent was unsettling.
The aura emanating from Zhan left no doubt in anyone's mind that a fierce battle was about to ensue.
Even if it meant risking his life, even if it meant eternal damnation, he would drag his enemy to hell with him.
Madmen.
Demonic cultivators were all madmen.
Thinking this, their gazes shifted to the other demonic cultivator in the arena.
On another battlefield, tsk tsk... the situation was equally brutal.
Fierce auras, violent killing intent, and the battle spirit of fighting for survival with one's back against the wall.
Finally, the destructive storm born from the collision of the two arrows dissipated. Zhan, whose momentum had already reached its peak, looked at the figure opposite him.
"Tsk tsk."
Facing Zhan's momentum, Fuyun Dao Master remained calm.
His voice slowly spread: "You truly surprise me. To have such battle intent after being dead for so many years, indeed, demonic cultivators are all madmen."
"But it's good. Killing you today will also permanently resolve a troublesome matter."
"Alas, having troubles constantly dogging one's heels is truly annoying..."
Strong battle intent was not the deciding factor for victory.
Power was the foundation of victory.
"Come."
Fuyun Dao Master gave a soft shout.
Then he made his move. With a grab of his hand, a surge of cloud qi transformed into a tornado storm that roared down. The terrifying momentum connected heaven and earth, as if it would destroy this realm.
Boom, boom!
The cloud qi tornado, carrying astonishing momentum, descended from the sky and rapidly magnified in Zhan's pupils.
Zhan looked up, his five fingers slowly clenching.
Demonic flames began to rise, and a storm gathered in his fist, his tragic battle intent soaring to the heavens.
His pupils, reddened with excitement, stared intently at the descending cloud qi.
Then, he threw a demonic fist.