"Cuck? Granddaddy?" Mochen repeated, still unable to comprehend the young man's boundless audacity.

Did Qingyi really believe that, simply because he'd knocked out a tooth, they were on the same level?

Suddenly, Mochen's heart was filled with a hatred so deep that it was no less than what he felt when his best friend perished.

"You're from the Eternal River Sect..." Mochen growled, "Your guardian is that damned tiger, Yanxiao... I fought him a few centuries ago. He barely lasted twenty exchanges before running away with his tail between his legs."

"I wonder... how many can you handle?" The instant Mochen's voice ceased, his saber tore through the air.

A slash of crimson demonic Qi flew towards Qingyi, expanding violently.

The handsome young man didn't dare hold back, not in front of someone like the leader of the Demon Cult.

Gritting his teeth, he summoned the Eternal Wall of the Icy Lord, forming a thick barrier of crystalline ice in front of him.

Mochen's attack landed with a thud, tearing through half the thickness of the wall before finally losing its momentum.

'Now's my chance!' Qingyi repeated in his mind.

His draconic Qi rushed through his meridians, the huge figure of a dragon slowly materializing on his back.

Its thunderous roar echoed through the skies, paralyzing Mochen for a brief instant.

The leader of the Demon Cult retreated slightly, his eyes fixed on the black-scaled, purple-eyed dragon hovering behind Qingyi.

He could feel every hair on his body stand on end. His own bloodline hid in the depths of his gut, trembling at the sight of Qingyi's bloodline.

Was it... afraid of that boy? No... that wasn't possible!

Mochen refused to accept that reality.

His lineage was the lineage of the Celestial Demon, the one destined to be the Emperor of Heaven, to kill the gods themselves!

That was the prophecy of his people, and he would fulfill it.

Qingyi just watched coldly as Mochen activated his own lineage projection.

The image of a huge demon with blood-red eyes and long twisted horns manifested on his back.

His body also began to change, not unlike the transformation his son's body had undergone before being killed by Qingyi.

No. It was even more intense.

His clothes tore. His muscles swelled. Its broken black horns flickered majestically as its body reached more than five meters high, towering above Qingyi.

"I'll rip out your tongue and shove it up your ass!" Mochen roared, attacking again with unbridled fury.

"Oh? Where did you learn such vulgar words? Don't make your granddaddy have to spank you!" Qingyi narrowly dodged Mochen's massive body.

His long black hair fluttered as Mochen's blade passed inches from his face, severing a few strands.

"SILENCE!" Mochen completely lost control, attacking like a crazed beast.

Every movement of his sword sent out waves of Qi that destroyed everything in a radius of hundreds of meters, opening up the earth into deep fissures, causing powerful tremors.

'It's getting dangerous.' Qingyi parried Mochen's sword.

The Lightning Sword's Qi and the demonic Qi collided, the surrounding air boiling. The temperature rose high enough to instantly annihilate anything that dared to approach them.

With a grunt of effort, Qingyi broke away from Mochen.

Activating his Lightning Blink, his body transformed into purple lightning, circling around Mochen.

The leader of the Demon Cult did not allowed himself to be left behind. A scream full of hatred escaped his lips as he transformed into a cloud of demonic Qi.

His movement technique was in no way inferior to Qingyi's in sheer speed.

The speed of both continued to increase, breaking through the sound barrier, becoming nothing but blurs of light before colliding in the center of the battlefield.

A single, short, almost imperceptible flash. But their swords clashed more than fifty times in that instant before they separated, their bodies appearing a few dozen meters apart.

A whole second of absolute stillness followed before the effects of their attacks manifested themselves.

Fifty deafening bangs exploded simultaneously. Trees were uprooted. The ground within a radius of three kilometers turned to dust, creating a massive crater.

Mochen was panting, his eyes bloodshot, a deep gash tearing his chest from side to side.

Qingyi was only a little better, coughing up a gulp of blood, the black dragon scales on his abdomen visibly damaged, crimson liquid dripping down and staining his clothes.

"What? Tired already?" Qingyi teased. "You're not going to let your granddaddy down now, are you?"

He saw the expression on Mochen's face intensify dangerously, his demonic Qi flowing unchecked like an overflowing river.

The Demon Cult leader closed his eyes, trying to control his anger. But a voice he knew very well broke through that attempt.

"Get him, hubby! Blow his balls off just like you did to brother!" Ruyan roared, imbuing Qi into her voice to make sure it reached both of them.

Qingyi only laughed lightly, turning his face towards that naughty little demoness.

Her body was drenched in blood as she killed non-stop.

"Ah..." The leader of the Demon Cult sighed deeply.

His fists closed on the hilt of his sword tighter than ever.

"Do you know what my Law is, brat?" Mochen asked, his voice suddenly calm.

"No, and i don't think it will save your pathetic life." Qingyi spat.

"We'll see." Mochen growled lowly, his eyes filled with a strange energy.

"Get away from him, quickly!" Ruxue shouted in Qingyi's mind

Qingyi's eyes immediately noticed the anomaly and all the girls' protective rings activated at the same time, pulling them into the World of Mind.

No... it wasn't just that.

Qingyi activated his Lightning Blink, moving away from Mochen quickly.

He could see clearly now.

All around Mochen, from the few living plants under his feet to the demon cultivators fighting tens of kilometers away, everything began to wither.

All the vital energy was being violently absorbed by Mochen's body.

The Demon Cult leader readied his blade, retracting it towards his body and aiming it at Qingyi's chest.

His body now glowed with a sickly crimson light, all that stolen vital energy converging on his sword.

"The name of this technique is the Heaven-Piercing Demon Sword." Mochen declared. "Created by our ancestor so that he could defeat the Heavenly Tribulation and ascend to the immortal heavens..."

His red eyes shone with murderous intent.

"Be grateful for having the honor of being killed by it!"

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