Jun Bu Hui’s eyes narrowed, his hands quickly forming seals, and demonic energy coalesced before him into a massive black shield.
“Bang!”
The claw shadow collided with the shield, the enormous impact force causing the ground to sink several feet. The shield instantly cracked all over, but it ultimately blocked the strike.
Jun Bu Hui let out a muffled grunt, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet he still did not retreat.
He abruptly withdrew the shield, waving both hands, and countless strands of black demonic energy surged towards the Half-Beast Ming Wang like venomous snakes, condensing in the air into a vast demonic net that enveloped the Half-Beast Ming Wang.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang roared in fury, his claw shadows flailing to tear the net apart. But this demonic net was exceptionally tough, not only unripped but tightening further, binding his body firmly.
“Break for me!”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang channelled his entire spiritual power, golden light erupting from within him, and the demonic net instantly deformed under the strain.
A flicker of admiration passed through Jun Bu Hui’s eyes as he formed seals once more, runes appearing on the demonic net, its defensive strength surging dramatically.
As the two remained locked in stalemate, the Half-Beast Ming Wang suddenly unleashed his power, golden spiritual energy erupting like a volcano. With a “crack”, the demonic net shattered completely.
He lunged at Jun Bu Hui, his tiger claws aimed straight for the vital points.
Jun Bu Hui’s figure flickered, teleporting once again behind the Half-Beast Ming Wang, while pointing with his right hand, a strand of black demonic energy shooting out like a sharp sword towards the Half-Beast Ming Wang’s back.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang reacted swiftly, hurriedly turning to block, the demonic energy striking his arm and leaving a deep wound, the black demonic energy continuously corroding his flesh.
“This demonic energy is poisonous!”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang’s expression changed, and he hastily circulated his spiritual power to force back the demonic energy.
But Jun Bu Hui offered no respite, his figure darting around like a ghost, launching relentless attacks.
For a moment, the battlefield was a tangle of demonic energy and golden light, fists and claws flying wildly, each clash accompanied by deafening roars, surrounding rocks shattering continuously, dust and smoke filling the air.
“So intense! This Jun Bu Hui is practically a monster!”
Han Lie watched the battlefield, his face full of shock. He considered himself no weakling, yet before such a fight, he felt like an ant.
Zi Yuan gripped her longsword tightly, her palms slick with sweat: “The Half-Beast Ming Wang has already gone all out, but Jun Bu Hui remains at ease. Just how strong is this child?”
Chen Ping’s face was unusually grave too; he could sense a strange power lurking in Jun Bu Hui’s demonic energy, far beyond that of ordinary demonic cultivators.
Hu Mazi sighed beside them: “This Jun Bu Hui is likely a demonic cultivator who rose to fame a millennium ago, merely maintaining a child’s form all this while.”
On the battlefield, the Half-Beast Ming Wang’s aura began to grow erratic.
He had launched dozens of fierce assaults in succession, yet failed to land a fatal blow on Jun Bu Hui, instead left dishevelled by the opponent’s elusive footwork and insidious demonic energy.
“Boy, do you only know how to dodge? Have the guts for a proper frontal clash!”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang bellowed.
Jun Bu Hui smiled faintly: “Dealing with you requires no frontal clash.”
Before his words faded, his figure vanished again, reappearing atop the Half-Beast Ming Wang’s head.
He formed seals with both hands, demonic energy roiling around him, condensing into a massive demonic hammer that smashed down with thunderous might.
A ruthless glint flashed in the Half-Beast Ming Wang’s eyes; he no longer evaded, golden spiritual energy gathering around him into a golden giant axe that cleaved towards the demonic hammer.
“Boom!”
The two massive weapons collided, the huge shockwave instantly scattering the surrounding dust and smoke; even the cultivators midway up the mountain felt the ground shake violently.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang and Jun Bu Hui were both hurled back, crashing heavily to the ground.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang spat a mouthful of blood, the golden light on his body dimming somewhat. Jun Bu Hui’s face paled too, the blood at his mouth more pronounced, but his gaze remained sharp.
