"Tsk tsk, worthy of being the Young Lord of the Devouring Demon Clan—what a deep stash of treasures you've got!" Xiao Yan sneered, a touch of mockery in his voice as he saw Duantian barely escape from the Black Dragon Devours Spirit Palm. He could tell the man survived, but at a steep cost. Many of those odd items Duantian had hurled out were comparable to quasi-peerless saint artifacts—consumables of this level were rare even for a powerful clan like the Devouring Demon Clan. Wasting them like this? Truly extravagant.
"Never thought I'd be forced into this kind of state one day!" Duantian's face darkened. To be driven this far by someone he had once dismissed as an ant—using devouring force, no less—was a humiliation he couldn't bear. "For this insult, I'll swallow you alive!"
"Oh? Still haven't had enough of the lesson earlier? Want another slap or two?" Xiao Yan mocked, clearly unimpressed.
Duantian's face contorted with rage. With a furious roar, a tide of demonic energy surged beneath his feet, causing the land to shatter. Countless pillars of dark light shot upward, swirling together in the sky until a colossal demonic silhouette took form.
The moment the shadow appeared, Xiao Yan immediately sensed the surrounding space crumbling into void. The demonic figure towered so massively that even a Sovereign Body standing tens of thousands of feet tall looked like a speck of dust beneath it. An overwhelming aura of annihilation radiated from it, and Xiao Yan didn't doubt that a casual strike from this form could obliterate a medium-sized continent.
"That's…" Qing Yanjing's gaze turned grim as she saw the giant shadow. Even from a distance, she could feel its suffocating might. She quickly recognized the technique's nature. "That's the Devouring Demon Clan's top-tier secret art—Great Demon Art! It's said to rival the Thirty-Six Peerless Divine Arts of the Great Thousand World!"
The Devouring Demon Clan was one of the major bloodlines within the Extraterritorial Evil Race. In ancient times, one of the top ten Demon Emperors came from their clan, and this Great Demon Art was his signature technique. Countless Heavenly Sovereigns had perished under its might during that era. While Duantian hadn't reached his ancestor's height, the destructive power of this technique was enough to annihilate even Greater Earth Sovereigns!
"You've forced me to use this move. Even if you die, it's something to be proud of! Great Demon Art: Heaven-Devouring World-Ending Hand!" Duantian howled. The demonic shadow behind him raised its arm. From the crumbling void, a titanic black hand emerged—stretching across tens of thousands of kilometers.
Wherever the hand passed, demonic energy boiled, space dissolved into nothingness, and from its palm opened a mouth lined with fangs. That maw rotated like a black hole, drawing in everything within thousands of miles.
Anything below Heavenly Sovereign level, without a peerless divine art to counter it, would be powerless to stop it.
"Xiao Yan, let me help you!" Qing Yanjing called out urgently. She saw clearly that this Great Demon Art had reached the level of a true peerless divine technique. Only someone with a similarly powerful divine art could block it.
But Xiao Yan simply glanced at her and said, "No need. I told you—just keep an eye on the others."
While Xiao Yan didn't possess one of the Thirty-Six Peerless Divine Arts, he had other means to match them. Drawing in a deep breath, he rapidly formed hand seals. A brilliant golden light erupted from his body. In the midst of that golden radiance, a majestic golden dragon, tens of thousands of feet long, took form. It opened its mouth wide, and a soaring dragon roar echoed across the land.
"Dragon Roar Demon Subjugation Art!"
As Xiao Yan opened his mouth, so too did the golden dragon. The blazing light surrounding it flared like fire, and an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy erupted from its body. The surrounding area collapsed under the impact, crumbling into void like the end of the world itself.
"Roar!!" With a thunderous cry, the golden dragon unleashed a fierce roar. The strange syllables within that roar took on tangible form, sharp as blades, and slashed toward the giant black demonic hand. The moment the two forces collided, the hand that could devour the heavens froze in midair. It trembled violently under the sonic assault before shattering bit by bit—and in the stunned eyes of everyone present, it was utterly destroyed.
"Impossible!" Duantian roared as blood gushed from his mouth. The backlash from his technique's failure slammed into him. But he ignored the pain. All his focus was locked on Xiao Yan.
He couldn't believe it.
The Devouring Demon Clan's supreme secret art—how had it been broken so easily?
He knew there were thirty-six peerless divine arts in the Great Thousand World, capable of contending with the Great Demon Art. But the technique Xiao Yan had just unleashed wasn't among them. So where the hell had he gotten it from?
"Got anything left?" Xiao Yan asked coolly, his expression unreadable. While unleashing that kind of divine-level technique was no small drain on his energy, Xiao Yan had the Creation Green Lotus within his body, granting him spiritual energy reserves on par with Heavenly Sovereigns and exceptional recovery. To him, this expenditure meant little.
Duantian, by contrast, was in a miserable state. Ravaged by the backlash and drained of demonic energy, he looked like a withered husk, utterly incapable of fighting on.
Qing Yanjing let out a soft sigh of relief. Yet even as she relaxed, a wave of helplessness rose in her heart. Just now, even she would've had to pay a heavy price to withstand Duantian's strike—yet Xiao Yan had blocked it unscathed. With such disparity, how could she ever take revenge?
"Dammit… Don't think you've won yet!" Duantian's eyes turned crazed. He looked toward the surviving members of the Extraterritorial Evil Race. With a wave of his hand, countless black tendrils shot forth and ensnared them.
"Offer your power to me!"
"No!" Qing Yanjing shouted, trying to stop him. But just as she sent her Saint Buddha Tower to intervene, a burst of terrifying force sent it flying. The evil race members barely had time to scream before their bodies burst apart. Their blood and flesh surged toward Duantian like a tidal wave.
In a matter of moments, Duantian's broken body regenerated, and his aura surged to new heights. The pressure he exuded now nearly rivaled that of a Demon Emperor. He let out a wild laugh and glared at Xiao Yan with madness in his eyes.
"Now—try acting cocky again!"
(End of Chapter)
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