Chapter 739: Who is the True Devil? [Two in One]

Chapter 739: Who is the True Devil? [Two in One]



In the arena, Feng Dao and Bi Fangdong were clashing with intense fervor.

The booming sounds reverberated back and forth.

Their energies intertwined, creating a symphony of power.

These two were old rivals, intimately familiar with each other's every move, each strike a matter of life and death, leaving no room for error.

Fang Che watched intently, finally understanding why Feng Dao and Bi Fangdong couldn't instantly defeat each other.

Both possessed inherited martial arts and techniques, and their skills shared a peculiar commonality—an elegance.

Fang Che's gaze, focused on the kill, revealed a flaw in their practices.

Or perhaps... their legacies had inherent defects.

And these defects were glaringly obvious.

In other words, it wasn't just these two individuals, but their entire family legacies that suffered from the same issue.

In comparison, Fang Che truly felt fortunate. The Perfect Form of the Infinite True Sutra he had inherited served as an excellent foundation.

His lineage had built upon this foundation, with Sun Yuan and Yin Shenggong as his masters. However, they hadn't taught him much, and most of his skills were self-taught, based on the Perfect Form.

Consequently, Fang Che's Blood Spirit Seven Swords were far more powerful than Yin Shenggong's.

The most crucial legacy he had received was from ancient Slaughter Giants like Jun Lin and Sun Wutian, the Supreme Devil, through their teachings and actions.

This was the true Imperial Lineage.

In contrast, if Feng Dao and Bi Fangdong's martial skills were personally honed by Feng Congrong and Bi Changhong, they wouldn't be in their current state.

The same issue plagued Feng Xiangdong, Xue Wanren, Yu Zhongge, Mo Gan Yun, and others.

On the other hand, Ding Jiran didn't have this problem because he was the direct disciple of Rui Qianshan.

This highlighted the true significance of the Imperial Lineage: these individuals had thoroughly comprehended their practices or even created their own, surpassing those who revered them as Ancestors or Idols.

Subconsciously, their descendants were bound by these legacies.

Failing to truly master their arts, each generation's power weakened.

This bondage was nearly inescapable. Only by forging their paths could they break free from this vicious cycle.

Fang Che was helpless in this regard.

Such matters couldn't be resolved by others' enlightenment.

"Tiger Head! Take my blade!"

Feng Dao unleashed his full power, and a sacred halo appeared around him, a manifestation of the surging spiritual energy of a Sage.

A crown formed in the air, swiftly descending upon Feng Dao's head.

Bi Fangdong's robe and hair were blown backward by the opposing force, as he desperately gathered his strength to counter. "Feng Dao, you've reached the Sage Rank! You can't break the rules!"

Indeed, Feng Dao's final strike, fueled by all his might, propelled his cultivation and spiritual power beyond its constraints. Suspended in mid-air, he entered a new realm!

This was part of Fang Che and Feng Dao's plan: to break through during the battle, letting the other know they had advanced.

However, neither anticipated what happened next...

Feng Dao's final strike was abruptly halted in mid-air by an enigmatic force, vanishing without a trace.

Then, Feng Dao's body suddenly began to dissipate.

Fang Che was stunned, shouting, "Feng Dao!"

Feng Dao struggled in mid-air, to no avail. "I've been excluded... it's up to you..."

His voice carried infinite regret.

Feng Dao's body then disappeared.

Types: Tiger Head, Wind Blade

Fang Che was frozen in shock. "Damn!"

According to their plan, Feng Dao should have been able to stay for an hour or two after his breakthrough, although Fang Che had already made the necessary arrangements. However, he hadn't had the chance to inform Feng Dao about his latest realization regarding Secret Realm Consumption.

Moreover, Feng Dao didn't even have time to bid farewell before being excluded and disappearing.

The mysterious rule left no time for the two.

"Fck!" Fang Che was speechless.

"Hahaha..."

As the deadly strike vanished, Bi Fangdong burst into laughter. "Old friend, we'll meet again in the World of Martial Artists!"

Fang Che asked, "Shouldn't he be able to stay for a while? Why did he disappear so quickly?"

Bi Fangdong, with a lighthearted expression, mockingly replied, "Relationship, are you asking me?"

Fang Che, enraged, unsheathed his long sword, and his Malevolent Aura surged as he pointed the blade at Bi Fangdong's nose, cursing, "Tiger Head, you're shameless!"

Bi Fangdong burst into laughter.

With Feng Dao gone, the greatest threat had vanished. Although this Relationship was formidable, his actual cultivation was not high.

The Relationship, combined with Feng Dao, could defeat Fang Che, but the Relationship alone might not be enough. So, Bi Fangdong wanted to seize the opportunity to regain some face.

Even though his side was currently at a disadvantage, and it wasn't wise to start a full-scale battle before reinforcements arrived, it was necessary to intimidate the other side while their strongest fighter had just left, and their morale was low.

After all, Fang Che had lost face in the past few days due to the Relationship's bullying.

Fang Che's display of power played right into Bi Fangdong's hands.

"Relationship, if you're seeking death, don't blame me!"

With a sinister smile, Bi Fangdong extended his curved blade, and the sword light transformed into two door-like screens of light, slowly opening.

The dazzling light of the blades danced, creating a spectacle of undulating waves.

The aura of the blades, the killing intent, the energy of the earth, the heavenly might, and the stellar power, all interconnected, suddenly enveloped the entire area.

Fang Che narrowed his eyes.

His opponent cultivated the Lunar Aura, which paled in comparison to his own Stellar Aura.

After all, the Stellar Aura was notoriously difficult to comprehend and even more challenging to master.

"Are you ready?" Fang Che asked coldly.

Bi Fangdong let out a howl of laughter, "To kill you, I need no preparation!"

Both sides held their breath.

For the remaining three hundred members of the Only Righteous Sect, with Feng Dao excluded, this was a crucial moment as their new captain faced off against Fang Che to determine who would prevail.

The outcome of this battle would dictate the days ahead, so everyone's eyes widened, and their hearts were filled with fervent prayers.

As for the Wind family members of the Guardian side, despite their close relationship, felt a sense of loss with Feng Dao's sudden departure, as if their backbone had been abruptly removed.

Everyone felt a sense of uncertainty.

After all, Feng Dao was their primary force!

Now, with him gone, could the deputy captain, who was also a close relative, fill that role? They watched with bated breath.

Although the relationship was formidable, this was a battle beyond his rank. Moreover, he was facing an opponent twenty-plus ranks above him!

Twenty-plus ranks... Just thinking about that number filled one with despair.

If he lost, the consequences were unimaginable.

"Clang!"

The sound of a blade rang out. This time, Fang Che abandoned the use of the Night Terror Skill and the Night Demon Skill, as well as the conventional energy circulation methods of the continent's cultivation techniques.

He focused solely on harnessing the full power of the Infinite True Scripture.

This was the first time he was using the entire force of the Infinite True Scripture in battle!

He dared not underestimate this fight, as his opponent's cultivation far surpassed his own, and losing was not an option.

His spiritual sense activated to its fullest extent, and his killing intent surged.

The malevolent aura rapidly condensed to its peak.

His soul shock reached its zenith, and his aura and killing intent swelled, accompanied by the power of the blades, the heavenly might, the energy of the earth, the stellar power, the wind power, and the heavenly energy, all unleashed simultaneously.

The malevolent aura erupted.

Fang Che took a step forward.

The ultimate form of the Heaven-Hating Blade Technique was instantly activated, and his hatred soared.

As he took that step, both sides experienced different sensations.

To the Wind family members of the Guardian side, it seemed as if the deputy captain had taken their land with him, and they were all surging forward!

But to the other side, it felt as if the heavens and earth, the secret realm, the land beneath their feet, and the sun, moon, and stars were all crashing down upon them!

"Haa!"

Fang Che slashed his blade, initiating the battle.

Bi Fangdong, under the onslaught of Fang Che's various auras, struggled to maintain his composure. His instincts kicked in, and his body shivered with cold.

He couldn't fathom how Fang Che possessed such a powerful malevolent aura.

As a direct descendant of the Bi family of the Only Righteous Sect, Bi Fangdong had witnessed the malevolent auras of countless demonic masters.

Yet, the malevolent aura emanating from Fang Che felt even more intense than that of the demonic masters of the Only Righteous Sect!

Bi Fangdong's own aura and killing intent were completely overwhelmed, leaving him with only the power of his blades.

But this was inevitable. Although Bi Fangdong's cultivation surpassed Fang Che's, the latter's malevolent aura was a combination of the Night Blade Demon and Blood Slaughter Demon Lord, two of the most formidable demonic masters of the Only Righteous Sect.

Even though Fang Che's cultivation was still weak, preventing him from unleashing his full power, the combined force of both parties, channeled through Fang Che, was already on par with any ancient demonic master of the Only Righteous Sect.

Bi Fangdong, merely a Sage King, attempting to counter with his aura, was like an egg hitting a rock.

In the battle of auras, Bi Fangdong was completely overwhelmed.

This filled him with rage and fear.

To the members of the Only Righteous Sect, it seemed as if Fang Che, accompanied by the might of heaven and earth, was pressing down upon them, with the wind and clouds howling, and a divine demon shrouded in mist, attacking furiously!

In contrast, their captain stood alone as a mere human, swinging his blade against the divine demon.

It appeared as if he was trying to stop a chariot with his bare arms, yet... he managed to hold his ground, albeit barely.

At this moment, both the members of the Only Righteous Sect and the Wind family of the Guardian side experienced a peculiar doubt: Who was the real demonic master here?

How could this be?

Amidst the mist and the raging wind, each slash of Fang Che's blade resembled a bolt of lightning, striking down upon the diminutive Bi Fangdong.

Every lightning-like strike of his blade was swift and precise, relentlessly attacking his opponent.

Bi Fangdong seemed like a robust grasshopper, jumping and dodging amidst the frenzied attacks of the divine demon.

The disparity in strength was evident.

A gush of blood appeared on the battlefield, and as the battle raged on, the blood continued to flow, visible to all. It was Bi Fangdong's shoulder that had been injured.

The members of the Only Righteous Sect fell silent, their faces ashen.

In the Guardian side of the battlefield, the Wind Family's team erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Captain, you're amazing!"

Captain Feng Dao's throat was nearly torn apart by his howls of excitement.

It was incredibly uplifting!

So invigorating!

The captain was simply too awesome!

When Captain Feng Dao was present, he was undoubtedly their top fighter, but he wasn't significantly stronger than the opponent. Every battle was a closely contested affair.

How could he compare to our wise and valiant Deputy Captain?

The Deputy Captain dominated the opponent from start to finish, like a mountain crushing a grasshopper!

Such a one-sided battle... It was so overwhelming that it brought tears to our eyes."

Many members of the Wind Family secretly muttered to themselves, "Captain Feng Dao... It's high time he left."

"It's good that he left. If he hadn't, we wouldn't have known how formidable the Deputy Captain is! Of course, we didn't abandon you, Captain Feng Dao, but you broke through and left... It was a brilliant move, a stroke of genius!"

At this moment, Bi Fangdong, who was in the midst of the battle, was so infuriated that he felt like spitting blood.

The opponent's strength was far inferior to his own.

Each of the opponent's strikes appeared powerful and heavy, like thunder and lightning, but in reality, none of their attacks directly clashed with his.

Out of nine hundred and ninety-nine attacks, nine hundred and ninety-eight were feints. However, as soon as the opponent committed to any attack, it would transform from a feint to a real strike!

After three attacks, a gash appeared on Bi Fangdong's shoulder, as his protective armor was only a shoulder guard that couldn't cover his shoulder, and the bleeding wouldn't stop.

The other two attacks were blocked by his armor, but they tore two slits in his robe, which flapped noisily with his every move.

Consequently, he had to respond with all his might to each attack!

Bi Fangdong couldn't comprehend how the opponent, a Venerable-level cultivator, could generate such power in their strikes. How could they possibly injure his Holy Sovereign-level ninth-rank protective body, cultivated with a ninth-rank Holy Sovereign technique?

Moreover, he was perplexed by the intricacies of the opponent's sword aura. Why did the wounds refuse to stop bleeding? And why did the blood gush out in such copious amounts?

Logically, these minor injuries should have been healed with a simple circulation of his ninth-rank Holy Sovereign technique, or even regenerated completely.

What was going on?

Furthermore, how could the opponent's aura be so overwhelming? How did they manage to suppress his aura entirely?

With such capabilities, they should have been able to cut him down with a single strike, yet their strength was so weak...

Bi Fangdong roared in frustration, fighting furiously, feeling helpless. No matter how he attacked, he couldn't find any weak points, yet he had to keep assaulting relentlessly.

If he didn't defend himself, he would suffer another gash. The opponent's sword technique was elusive, forcing him into a purely defensive stance. After two thousand exchanges, he hadn't managed to launch a single attack!

This was simply unbelievable!

Bi Fangdong roared, both in voice and in his heart, "What's happening! What's happening!"

"Damn it, what the hell is going on! Where did this freak come from?" Bi Fangdong kept cursing inwardly.

Fang Che, who appeared to be dominating the battle and crushing the opponent, was also inwardly cursing.

The reason was simple... Although he seemed to be overpowering the opponent, the reality was that the gap in their strengths was immense!

A fifth-rank Venerable against a ninth-rank Holy Sovereign!

The only way Fang Che could maintain this situation was by suppressing the opponent's aura, exerting his killing intent, and overwhelming them with his malevolent aura. He had to keep up the relentless assault, like a raging storm, until the opponent was buried.

If he gave the opponent even a moment to catch their breath, the situation could be reversed!

A single forceful clash of their weapons could change the entire battle.

Since the start of the battle, Fang Che had consumed five Heavenly King Pills, and now they were all gone.

How much time had passed?

Once those five pills were gone, the outcome of the battle would be uncertain.

The strength of a Holy Sovereign was truly formidable.

Fortunately, at the beginning of the battle, Fang Che had managed to slash the opponent's shoulder, and the Blood Smoke Hand technique kept the opponent bleeding.

However, the effect of the Blood Smoke Hand was too weak.

If it were a Sage, the opponent would have been drained dry by Fang Che's technique.

But on Bi Fangdong, the effect was merely a slow, continuous bleeding.

A Holy Sovereign was actually able to withstand the blood loss! Fang Che found this utterly unreasonable...

As he repeatedly swung the Heaven Hating Blade, Fang Che secretly kept using the Blood Smoke Hand to drain blood.

He did this discreetly, keeping the blood smoke within his left palm, unseen by others. With each dive, Bi Fangdong's shoulder would 'biu' and a stream of blood would spurt out.

Another dive... 'biu'!

'Biubiubiu'!

Thus, everyone witnessed Bi Fangdong's shoulder being slashed repeatedly, with blood gushing out in spurts.

Vengeance watched with bulging eyes and a parched throat.

The Deputy Captain was too formidable, striking the same spot with every attack, and after so many strikes, he hadn't missed once!

Bi Fangdong was also amazing, enduring countless slashes without having his shoulder severed.

Alas, the Deputy Captain's strikes were too weak.

There were several instances where the blade tip didn't touch Bi Fangdong's shoulder, yet 'biu', a stream of blood would still spurt out.

Everyone naturally thought: Sword Aura!

The sword aura slashed again!

Otherwise, how could there be blood spurting?

Under the shroud of the demonic mist, Fang Che laughed heartily, "Tiger Head, how does it taste?"

His laughter was filled with arrogance and satisfaction, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"You... Don't get too cocky!"

Bi Fangdong was fully focused, screaming frantically.

Blood spurted again.

Fang Che's voice rang out, "Hahaha... Little demon, how much blood do you have?"

"Don't be so arrogant!"

"Watch me slash you with eight hundred more swords!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Bi Fangdong: "............"

"Now watch me slash you with nine hundred swords!"

'Biubiubiu...'

Blood continuously spurted from Bi Fangdong's shoulder, gushing out in waves and splattering across the battlefield.

The spectators from the Only My Religion Sect fell silent collectively.

As the blood continued to flow, Bi Fangdong felt his body growing weaker.

Even an iron man couldn't withstand such blood loss.

From the moment he was slashed, he had lost at least half a basin of blood!

Finally, he couldn't endure it anymore.

Although he had spare pills in his mouth, the blood loss was unstoppable. No matter how many pills he took, they would all be drained.

"Stop! Stop!"

Bi Fangdong roared, unleashing his life-saving ultimate move with his arc-blades in both hands.

Fang Che's sword was touched by the other's blade aura, causing half of his body to go numb.

His heart shuddered.

Standing in mid-air, he asked, "Why stop when the battle is still undecided?"

Bi Fangdong roared with anger, "How else do you want to decide the outcome?"

The ground was splattered with spots of blood, almost covering the entire battlefield. This damn blood is all mine, and you say the battle is undecided?

Are you saying you've also lost half your blood?

Fang Che laughed, "Take another hundred swords from me, and we'll decide the victor!"

"I concede!"

Bi Fangdong leaped out of the battle circle and instantly flew behind the human wall, shouting, "You wanted me to answer your question, didn't you?"

Fang Che paused in the air, having forgotten about the question himself. "What question?"

Bi Fangdong almost spat blood, his face twisted in frustration. "You asked me why the Wind Blade was expelled so quickly. I'm telling you so that you won't keep dragging me into a duel."

He was afraid that Fang Che wouldn't let it go and would continue to challenge him. He hurriedly reminded him: I started this fight because of this, and now that I've answered your question, shouldn't it be over?

Fang Che hummed, floating in the air. The sun and moon revolved around him, stars twinkled, sword aura soared, and malevolent aura spread, making him seem like an ancient great demon floating in the air.

His gaze was icy, and he held the Nether King Blade in his hand.

The blade exuded a chilling aura.

Somewhat dissatisfied with the other's intention to cease fighting, he said, "Rarely do I meet an evenly matched opponent... I was just gaining insight into the sword intent, and you withdrew."

Bi Fangdong's face contorted. You're still gaining insight into the sword intent... Insight your head! Aren't you exhausted? Yet, you're still holding on.

But he dared not say these words aloud, as the other's endurance seemed genuine.

What if he provoked the other's temper, and they insisted on continuing the duel? He might lose his life here.

I've already lost a third of my blood... I really can't afford to lose any more.

If I continue bleeding, I might become the first Saint King in history to die from blood loss.

Bi Fangdong's guess was correct; Fang Che was indeed exhausted.

He had already swallowed the fifth Heavenly King Pill. If Bi Fangdong could withstand a few hundred more slashes, Fang Che would be the loser.

But the other had withdrawn, and his Heavenly King Pill had just taken effect, filling him with strength. Fang Che naturally wanted to put on a show, appearing to have 'reserves of courage to draw upon!'

So, he floated in the air, his aura overwhelming, terrifying.

Sometimes he spun the sword in circles, and sometimes he threw flying blades that appeared and disappeared in circles.

He put immense pressure on those below.

At that moment, Fang Che resembled the demon of the Only My Religion Sect when he was slaughtering the people of the Guardian Continent.

Except... the roles were reversed.

"Then tell me. Why did the Wind Blade disappear so quickly? I have some matters to attend to, and he's gone."

Fang Che stood in the air, not descending.

He stood tall and mighty.

Bi Fangdong's heart sank. He had been asking for a ceasefire for so long, yet the other was still floating in the air. It seemed he still had strength to spare.

His heart skipped a beat.

This guy was truly sinister, exuding a sinister aura from the very first day.

He could endure so much.

"Because the Wind Blade was expelled during the battle. As soon as he broke through, he was expelled, causing damage to his Saint Emperor cultivation."

Bi Fangdong said, "That's a rule that won't be tolerated. So, when he broke through with his sword during the battle, he was immediately expelled."

"I see."

Finally, Fang Che had put on enough of a show.

He descended from the sky, looking at the bloodstained ground, and surprisingly, he felt a bit apologetic. "I didn't expect you to lose so much blood. Are you alright? Do you have any healing medicine on your side? If not, don't be shy. I can lend you some. It's rare to meet a tough opponent like you."

He actually showed concern.

(End of Chapter)

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