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On the one-meter-wide mountain path, Fang Chen and Lian Yiyue walked in single file, with a faint mist of blood lingering behind them. The strong smell of blood was carried by the mountain wind, drifting into the distance.
Since Fang Chen had effortlessly eliminated the Seven Hunters with a wave of his hand, four or five more groups had already met their end at his hands. It was all done with the same nonchalance and ease; even martial artists at the level of Heavenly Genius found it difficult to last more than a few breaths against Fang Chen. This had left the group of Purple Sun Valley martial artists following him in a state of shock and numbness.
Fang Chen suddenly stopped, frowning.
"What’s wrong?" Lian Yiyue asked, scanning their surroundings with a wary expression.
"We’ve walked about two-thirds of this mountain path, yet only four of the first fifty Hunters have shown themselves. Don’t you find that strange? Moreover, there seem to be too few people coming out," Fang Chen said.
Behind him gathered nearly ninety percent of the Purple Sun Valley martial artists. With so many people, it should have drawn out all the Hunters. However, after traveling this far, aside from the initial seven who appeared, subsequent groups had not even totaled seven. As for strong opponents, not a single one had emerged; even the two from the first fifty were among the weakest. This felt less like a Hunt and more like a death march.
"Are you saying they... are all gathered together?" Lian Yiyue's expression changed as she looked down the seemingly endless mountain path ahead, worry etched on her face.
"If they are all concentrated together, it would save us the trouble of searching for them one by one," Fang Chen replied with a smile, showing no signs of concern. His words suggested he intended to challenge this group of Hunters head-on.
"Crazy," Lian Yiyue said with a wry smile and shook her head. However, she knew very well that this young man indeed possessed such insane strength. Regardless of whether he could truly take on all these Hunters, it was unlikely anyone could stop him if he wanted to leave.
"Hmm?" At that moment, Fang Chen raised an eyebrow as a rare look of interest appeared on his calm face. He lifted his head and gazed far down the mountain path, a smile playing at his lips. "Finally, someone decent has arrived."
At the end of the mountain path, Evil Energy surged like dark clouds rolling in, exuding a domineering and malevolent aura that rampaged wildly.
"Situ Lie, you coward! I still won!" A loud laugh echoed from within the dark clouds. At the same time, a towering figure resembling an iron tower suddenly appeared in Fang Chen's line of sight.
"Mo Cangming! It's Mo Cangming!"
As soon as this figure emerged, someone in the crowd behind Fang Chen immediately exclaimed in fear.
Mo Cangming was legendary for having torn apart martial artists at the Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm with just his bare hands. His demonic powers were earth-shattering; he was undoubtedly one of the most terrifying figures among these Hunters! Although many present had never seen Mo Cangming in action, they were deeply aware of his reputation because he was one of those they least wanted to encounter.
"Rarely do we get a decent fellow like this; I hope he isn't too fragile." Mo Cangming twisted his neck, his large eyes, reminiscent of bronze bells, fixed intently on Fang Chen, excitement flickering in his gaze. It was a look akin to that of a powerful beast spotting its coveted prey.
However, soon the excitement on Mo Cangming's face gradually morphed into suspicion, which then turned into seriousness. After that, the seriousness transformed again, becoming a deep... shock and a hint of concealed terror!
"Your aura!" He stared intently at Fang Chen, the Evil Energy surrounding him violently fluctuating at that moment, as if it were about to dissipate.
Then, Mo Cangming shouted, "You are not a Body Refinement Realm warrior!" His voice carried a sharp edge and an unmistakable fear.
Unlike others, Mo Cangming possessed a unique ability in his demonic cultivation: as long as the opponent's cultivation did not exceed his by two realms, he could roughly gauge their strength. However, when he observed Fang Chen, he suddenly realized he couldn't discern even a hint of Fang Chen's power. This instant revelation shifted Mo Cangming from disbelief to profound shock.
He knew that even when facing the few freaks like Shen Yi, he could still perceive some level of their strength. But now, he couldn't see anything about Fang Chen's power at all. Moreover, within this uncertainty, Mo Cangming distinctly sensed an incredibly terrifying aura surrounding Fang Chen. That aura flashed briefly but nearly shattered his mind.
This terrifying fellow couldn't possibly be a Body Refinement Realm warrior!
Mo Cangming roared; after the initial shock, his gaze towards Fang Chen was filled with an expression that conveyed: you are doomed.
He was well aware of how many powerful beings in the Purple Sun Mountain Range were silently watching. They must have already noticed the situation here. Since they had discovered it, this damned cheater would surely meet a dead end.
But...
Why was there still no movement?
Raising his head in confusion and scanning the surroundings, Mo Cangming felt extremely puzzled. Yet this confusion turned into a bad premonition upon seeing the mocking expression on Fang Chen's face.
"Is this guy really Mo Cangming?"
"What is he doing? Is he putting on a show?"
"This guy must be a fake..."
The crowd behind Fang Chen was buzzing with discussion.
In their impression, Mo Cangming, who possessed overwhelming demonic powers, was domineering and ruthless in his actions. How could he possibly be acting like a lunatic, chattering away from the very beginning and showing no signs of taking action even now?
"What a pity, I really am at the Body Refinement Realm," Fang Chen thought to himself with a strange smile.
He understood very well why Mo Cangming was behaving this way. Ever since he annihilated the Seven Hunters, Fang Chen had sensed an aura that seemed to belong to a Heavenly Realm expert sweep past him. Clearly, there were powerful martial artists observing in the Purple Sun Mountain Range. If he truly surpassed the Body Refinement Realm at this moment, terrifying experts would likely strike immediately to eliminate him.
"If you don't make a move, you'll never have another chance," Fang Chen said lightly, disregarding the confusion and shock on Mo Cangming's face.
Boom!
As he spoke, he extended his right hand, his fingers like dragon claws, clear as jade, suddenly pointing at Mo Cangming. A terrifying aura surged forth.
"Heaven-Slaying Finger!"
Fang Chen exclaimed. This was a fearsome finger technique, even more terrifying than the Severe Finger he used against Song Dongming earlier. It was one of the few attacks he could unleash at this level, derived from Lu Haotian's memories.
Fang Chen's fingers sparkled as they released soaring Qi Energy. The movements resembled several true dragons flicking their tails, intertwining together and exuding a chilling aura that seemed capable of severing mountains and slicing through the heavens—its power was astonishing!
Clang!
As the Heaven-Slaying Finger struck out with overwhelming momentum, unmatched Qi Energy surged forth like massive blades aimed directly at Mo Cangming's head, its might incredible.
Feeling the terrifying energy unleashed before him, Mo Cangming finally snapped back to reality from his earlier shock.
"Roar!"
He let out a furious roar, his voice echoing like a ferocious beast. The dense Evil Energy surrounding him surged violently at that moment, transforming into a massive beast's head that lunged at the knife-like Qi Energy shot forth by the Heaven-Slaying Finger.
Crash!
The two forces collided abruptly in mid-air. The beast's head, formed from Evil Energy, opened its crimson maw and swallowed the knife-like Qi Energy whole.
However, in the next moment.
Boom, boom, boom...
A series of intense sounds erupted from within the beast's head. Suddenly, numerous tiny holes appeared on the entirely black surface of the beast's head, and countless sharp energies shot out from them.
Bang!
With a loud explosion, the beast's head, formed from Mo Cangming's Evil Energy, burst apart.
Clang, clang, clang...
It sounded as if thousands of swords were ringing out in unison, resonating in all directions. The Qi Energy that tore through the beast's head buzzed in mid-air and then shot toward Mo Cangming like myriad sword lights.
As a technique created during his youth as a Nirvana Realm expert, the Heaven-Slaying Finger displayed its terrifying aspect.
Seeing this scene, Mo Cangming's face was filled with even greater horror. Could such a fearsome technique really be executed by a Body Refinement Realm warrior?!
"This person is definitely not a Body Refinement Realm warrior; he is cheating! Why hasn't the elder intervened yet?!" he roared, feeling extremely unwilling as he sensed the still motionless surroundings. But no matter how unwilling he felt, those terrifying Qi Energies were already shooting toward him.
"Break, break, break!"
Mo Cangming's black hair floated without wind, and the Evil Energy around him suddenly retracted into his body at that moment. He threw punches, one after another, striking three times in the air before him.
At that moment, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy surged back, gathering in the space before Mo Cangming, and then—
"Roar!"
A thunderous dragon roar suddenly echoed as a black dragon, several meters in size, burst forth from the air. The black dragon coiled around Mo Cangming, its head letting out a deafening roar that created a terrifying sound wave. Even from a distance, the overwhelming aura caused a group of martial artists behind Fang Chen to change color.
"What a terrifying Demon Dragon Technique! What a terrifying Mo Cangming!"
"This Demon Dragon Technique, when cultivated to perfection, is said to summon a true Demon Dragon for protection. Such demonic power is truly earth-shattering."
The crowd marveled.
However, at that moment, the corners of everyone's eyes twitched, their faces displaying disbelief.
In their sight, the Demon Dragon entwined around him, like a demon god stepping out from the Netherworld, with unmatched momentum—Mo Cangming was actually… fleeing!
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