Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The youth was not angered by Jun Wuxie's words.

He stood high in the sky, looking down indifferently, a hint of astonishment on his face.

"Interesting. Not only did you dodge my sword, but you dare to speak to me like that. You are more interesting than anyone I've encountered before." The youth's lips curled slightly upward as he said, "Come, tell me, which sect do you belong to?"

"Not telling?" Seeing that the other party was only looking at him coldly, the youth immediately smiled indifferently, "Then I'll make you talk."

As his voice fell, his left hand remained behind his back, and he raised his right hand high, clenching his five fingers.

A blazing sword energy, filled with flames, pierced through the high heavens and slashed down towards Jun Wuxie.

The sword energy was like a raging river of flames, severing the sky with a single strike.

The terrifying high temperature and sharp sword waves surged out during the slashing process. In an instant, on both sides of that straight line, within a hundred meters, all the mountains, rocks, trees, and vegetation instantly turned into dust.

"You are very arrogant!"

Jun Wuxie soared into the sky, activating the Primordial Soldier Disassembly, instantly increasing his battle power by more than ten times.

His golden fist, like a blazing sun, pierced through the sky, accompanied by the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers, meeting the opponent's sword energy head-on.

With a loud bang.

The violent aftermath of the power, like a mountain torrent, surged, causing a terrifying ocean of energy to erupt at the moment of the two people's attack collision.

Jun Wuxie only felt a huge force strike him, making his arm slightly numb. His entire body was impacted and slid backward for more than ten meters, and the space was even hit as if it was collapsing, revealing broken illusions.

The youth, however, remained motionless, a strange look on his face: "Not bad, you can actually take my casual sword head-on. Well, if you die here today, you should feel infinitely honored."

"People from the Holy Gate?"

Jun Wuxie finally saw the origin of the other party.

That sword just now was clearly the Holy Gate's Flame Sun Sword Technique.

He had fought with the people of the Holy Gate several times, so naturally, he was no stranger to it.

"That's right, I am Yan Chengting, the third true disciple of the Central State Holy Gate." The youth announced his name, a cold smile on his lips, and said, "Remember, you died at whose hands today, so you'll have something to brag about when you get to the Yellow Springs."

A cold light flashed in Jun Wuxie's eyes.

Mysterious golden runes appeared in his pupils, and the Primordial True Eye was activated.

He quickly saw the opponent's realm and the intensity of his talent.

This Yan Chengting has the peak realm of the Tenth Transformation Grandmaster, and the growth of a ninth-level King-level talent, only one step away from the peak of the King-level!

Moreover, judging from the two Flame Sun Sword Techniques he just performed, his understanding of the Flame Sun Sword Technique is even deeper than that of Yan Linbo and Yan Rui. Even if the factor of true energy intensity is put aside, the power of his Flame Sun Sword Technique is much stronger.

Overall, this Yan Chengting is much stronger than Yan Linbo and Yan Rui, who are ranked tenth and ninth. If he is not ten times stronger, he is at least six or seven times stronger!

"Now, I grant you death."

Yan Chengting walked towards Jun Wuxie stepping on the void, still carrying one hand behind his back. The Flame Sun True Qi lingered between the fingers of his right hand, and blazing runes flashed in his palm.

After he finished speaking, he blasted forward with his palm, and suddenly, sword energy crisscrossed in all directions, causing the world here to tremble, and within a thousand meters, there was a scene of destruction.

Jun Wuxie unfolded his fists and fought fiercely with him, quickly forcing Yan Chengting to use both hands to suppress him.

The bodies of the two people flashed constantly in the air, pulling up shadows all over the sky, colliding frantically.

The remaining force of the collision swept across all directions like a tsunami, one wave higher than the other.

"I underestimated you."

Yan Chengting's offensive became even more fierce.

After hundreds of moves, he still failed to kill the other party, which made him feel very surprised.

"You're talking big. You want to kill me, you're not qualified!"

Jun Wuxie stepped on extreme speed, always maintaining close-range combat with Yan Chengting.

He brought his perfect close-range combat skills to the extreme.

His fists and arms were flowing with golden blood, torn apart by the opponent's powerful attacking power in the battle, and even the hand bones were exposed.

"Wasting time, it's time to end this."

Yan Chengting's body suddenly disappeared in front of Jun Wuxie, and instantly appeared in the air more than a hundred meters away.

"Flame Sun · Wasteland Severing Slash!"

He raised his hands high, and a Flame Sun War Sword condensed from true energy appeared in his hands, flashing with blazing flame runes, cutting through the sky and the earth with a single sword, slashing forward.

Clang!

The Flame Sun Sword slashed down, instantly evolving into thousands of sword fans covering a fan-shaped area of several thousand meters.

Within the coverage area of the sword fan, the eight wastelands were destroyed!

The sword energy was still in the high sky, and the sharp sword intent made the earth shatter, cracking countless large cracks.

"Seven Killing Fist · Mountain and River Break!"

Jun Wuxie unfolded his arms, and the intent of the soldier poured into his fists, blasting forward.

The visions of mountains collapsing and rivers breaking flowed with the fist prints, covering the fan-shaped area in front, and colliding violently with Yan Chengting's sword technique.

Boom!

The visions were dissipating, and the sword energy was collapsing.

The bodies of the two people retreated at the same time.

Yan Chengting retreated two steps, while Jun Wuxie was shaken back dozens of steps, stepping out a broken scene in the void.

He only felt a sharp pain in his arm piercing his heart, his blood surging in his body, his internal organs were shaken out of place, and a mouthful of blood almost rushed out of his throat.

"Not dead yet?"

The corners of Yan Chengting's eyes twitched slightly.

Anger finally appeared in his eyes.

"Flame Sun Explosion Palm!"

The sword energy in his hand was restrained, and dense fiery red runes shone between his palms.

His whole body was burning with flames, like a terrifying creature walking out of the fiery hell. He rushed towards Jun Wuxie in one step, blasting forward with his palm.

With a buzzing sound.

The sky trembled non-stop.

The Flame Sun Palm prints covered the sky, covering the sky and blasting Jun Wuxie.

In an instant, the earth sank, and each sunken place was shaped like a huge handprint.

Jun Wuxie was in the center of this kind of attack, bearing an unimaginable impact.

Before those palm prints even touched his body, he had a feeling that his muscles were collapsing.

"Seven Killing Fist · Yin and Yang Chaos!"

He didn't hesitate at all, and directly waved his fist to meet it.

Between the punches, the universe collapsed, the six directions were reversed, and the terrifying scene of Yin and Yang reversal was presented.

The fist print carried the vision and blasted forward, colliding with the overwhelming Flame Sun Explosion Palm.

Boom!

The remaining force of the collision was extremely violent, radiating in all directions, creating a terrifying scene of space fragmentation and annihilation, shaking Yan Chengting and Jun Wuxie at the same time.

"Bastard!" Yan Chengting only retreated more than ten meters, quickly stabilized his body, and then rushed towards Jun Wuxie like a burning meteorite, throwing a punch that destroyed the world: "Flame Sun World Burning Fist!"

Jun Wuxie, who had been shaken back hundreds of meters, saw the other party attacking again.

His eyes were more and more cold and stern than ever before, and his heart was calm.

The fierce wind brought by that punch impacted his facial muscles, causing them to dent and deform.

But he did not fight back.

Until Yan Chengting rushed to a position more than ten meters in front of him with his fist.

He suddenly made a move.

"Seven Killing Fist · Eight Desolations Overturn!"

His fist, with dazzling and piercing golden light, was like a condensed sun, facing Yan Chengting's vision and fist.

"Looking for death!"

Yan Chengting sneered.

At the moment when the two were about to collide.

Roar!

A devilish roar shook the mountains and rivers!

Behind Jun Wuxie, a hundred-zhang devilish figure appeared.

His aura instantly soared nine times!

The fist he blasted out was followed by a surge in power.

"You..."

Yan Chengting's pupils contracted violently, and his face changed suddenly.

At such a close distance, and in such a short time, he simply did not have time to use forbidden techniques to forcibly sublimate.

With a loud bang.

The golden fist blasted through the Flame Sun World Burning vision and blasted on Yan Chengting's fist.

Pfft!

Yan Chengting's fist exploded on the spot, and his entire arm exploded, and even the shoulder blades were all blasted into bloody mud.

The terrifying impact penetrated into his body, causing his meridians to shatter and his internal organs to be covered with cracks. The whole person flew hundreds of meters away, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"You damn ant!!"

Yan Chengting was almost bursting with anger.

Although his right arm was gone and he had suffered serious internal injuries, his aura was frantically soaring in an instant.

Jun Wuxie stepped on the extreme speed, and in an instant, he bullied himself forward, preparing to take his life while he was sick.

As a result, the fierce punch was blocked by Yan Chengting's single arm.

A thick air shield appeared on his body surface, possessing powerful defensive power.

This punch only shook him away.

"Two forbidden techniques superimposed?!"

Yan Chengting was covered in blood, and blood was also overflowing from his mouth, but his eyes were frantically incomparable, as if he had seen a prey, and he had a kind of morbid excitement.

He had been too careless before.

He never thought that someone could superimpose two forbidden techniques.

As a result, he misjudged the opponent's ultimate combat power and suffered a big loss.

But now, he will not make such a mistake again.

After using the forbidden technique, his power has increased nine times. Even if he loses an arm, he is confident that he can kill his opponent under his palm!