The innate protective magic acted like a steel shield, and piercing that shield had already consumed the bulk of the power. To pierce that iron-hard carapace? Unless Duan Fengbu'er possessed the strength for a Fu Mo battle!
Taking advantage of the parry, Duan Fengbu'er’s footwork spun rapidly, escaping the giant shadow. The sand erupted again in a burst of golden grit, revealing a massive tail hidden beneath.
A demonic beast has no concept of a fair one-on-one fight! Winning is all that matters! The Sand Scorpion King’s eyes even shone with a human-like joy mixed with disdain.
This time, the scorpion’s tail couldn't pierce; instead, it slammed heavily against Duan Fengbu'er’s back. Dozens of scales instantly flew off his iron-like Bloodline Battle Body, his clothes became spotted with blood, and a crunching sound emanated from his ribs—one had been shattered by the sheer force of the blow.
The Sand Scorpion emerged from the dunes, its body nearly three meters large, its tail as thick and heavy as black steel. Clearly, this was the successor to the Sand Scorpion King! It had been lurking beneath the sand all along!
Duan Fengbu'er ignored the pain. Thrown by the blow, he was hurtling toward the scorpion swarm. His Bu'er Spear jabbed out again. Two arrows shot down from the sky, striking a scorpion and momentarily easing the pressure on Duan Fengbu'er.
Clang! Almost simultaneously, Chekfulit’s Zhanmadao sliced through the Sand Scorpion King’s protective sand shield and the hard shell of its pincer. At nearly the same moment, the other Sand Scorpion King successor, hidden in the sand, whipped out its tail, colliding with the back of the Zhanmadao, sparking countless flashes of fire.
Squeak... The Sand Scorpion King let out two cries of agony, glaring down at Chekfulit who had managed to injure it. Its massive, venom-laden tail rose high again, preparing to unleash its poison.
“One huge one, and two big ones…”
Duan Fengbu'er closed ranks with Chekfulit, his face grimed with ash as he stared at their opponents. Fighting the single Fifth-Tier Sand Scorpion King was already a slim chance; now, facing two Fourth-Tier Sand Scorpions possessing demon cores—how could they possibly win?
“Trash!”
A cold roar suddenly exploded across the open patch of sand cleared by the scorpions. A black shadow shot out from beneath the golden, scorching sand. A shadowy palm print slammed fiercely onto Chekfulit’s chest. Fierce Dou Qi erupted like a volcano, accompanied by a continuous cracking sound of breaking bones. Chekfulit was hurled backward over ten meters, blood spraying uncontrollably from his mouth.
Puff! Puff!
One sound was the expulsion of blood; the other was the sound of his legs hitting the sand.
Chekfulit used the Zhanmadao as a crutch, barely keeping himself upright. The bones in his chest had completely collapsed. His emotionless eyes fixed on the attacker with bitter hatred and resentment.
Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Body!
Duan Fengbu’er flew forward, placing himself in front of Chekfulit, warily watching the attacker who had just emerged from the sand—another Demon Warrior also possessing the Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Body.
His long, inky black hair billowed wildly in the air. His slender frame was clad in specialized flexible metal armor, accentuating a curvaceous and sexy figure. His long legs possessed a natural elasticity, and the curves of his rounded hips, visible beneath the tight warrior suit, provoked an urge to reach out and grab.
His slender eyes glowed with an eerie red light; he was indescribably beautiful, though compared to Chekfulit, he exuded a sharper cruelty and arrogance.
One complete wing! A truly whole wing! Only after the third awakening of the Fallen Angel Bloodline could one possess a single complete wing!
Nine Battles of Demon Subjugation (Fu Mo Jiu Zhan)!
Duan Fengbu'er couldn't help but admire the Demon Warrior of the Fallen Angel Bloodline before him. He looked barely older than their own group, yet he had already reached the third awakening! And so early! Even while still a Fu Mo Warrior, he had achieved the third awakening!
Some bloodline warriors might only experience their second awakening upon entering the Zhu Mo Warrior stage, while others might achieve their second or even third awakening while still in the Jiang Mo Warrior stage! The earlier the awakening, the greater the potential speed and scope for future growth!
Nine Battles of Demon Subjugation—the peak state of a Fu Mo Warrior! Three awakenings! Duan Fengbu'er felt the hostility radiating from the Fallen Angel Bloodline Demon Warrior, his expression darkening like ink. This person was far harder to deal with than all the scorpions combined.
Against the scorpions, there was perhaps a slim chance of victory. Against this individual, who had achieved the third awakening level of the Nine Battles of Demon Subjugation, the possibility of winning was zero!
“Should I call you Tenth Prince? Or Tenth Princess? Lucifer Flow?” Chekfulit spat out blood, which instantly soaked into the golden sand: “I didn't come looking for you, but you came looking for me first. It seems you fear me, and you are desperate. Last time you were hasty in telling the Crown Prince about Princess Yuna La and me, and this time you are desperate to kill me. Are you truly so eager to pledge allegiance to Crown Prince Lucifer Sarig?”
“Fear you? Ha... I adore you! Lucifer Yuna La, that slut, how could she ever be worthy of a handsome man like you?” Lucifer Flow lightly toyed with the long strands of black hair framing his face, his thin red lips curving into a cold, stunning smile. “As for pledging allegiance to Lucifer Sarig—are you insulting me by suggesting that? The future Lucifer Dynasty will certainly be ruled by Empress Lucifer Flow!”
The surrounding scorpions were quietly retreating. Lucifer Flow’s slender willow-like eyebrows arched slightly, revealing a hint of displeased anger as he turned toward the Sand Scorpion King, which was stealthily raising its massive pincer and tail. “Trying to sneak attack me? You idiot! If I weren't too lazy to walk, I’d use you as a mount—is that why you think you’ve lived this long? You’re asking for death!”
Black flames! Lucifer Flow’s slender eyes suddenly shot out two pillars of black flame. The scorching desert instantly grew even hotter, as if the very air had been stuffed into a massive furnace.
Screee... The Sand Scorpion King’s scream was cut short. Two transparent holes, half a meter in diameter, appeared on its body—the scorch marks left by the black flames. The tissue around the pierced wounds was blackened like charcoal, and hard chunks began dropping off with snapping sounds.
The Sand Scorpion King, held high in the air, suddenly went limp in an instant, crashing heavily onto the sand, kicking up clouds of dust. Its massive body made the ground tremble slightly.
Dead. The ferocious Sand Scorpion King was as fragile as an unprotected snail against the black fire eyes shot forth by Lucifer Flow.
Chekfulit’s scalp tingled. He instinctively cried out, “Demon Eye of Destruction!”
“Yes, precisely. It is the Demon Eye of Destruction.” Lucifer Flow tilted his head back, letting his black hair flow freely in the wind. He slowly turned back, revealing his exquisitely beautiful face and a lofty smile. “The noble Demon Eye of Destruction. How about it? Now, become my future consort, and I might allow you to live.”
Consort? The shock Duan Fengbu'er felt regarding the power of the Demon Eye of Destruction instantly transformed into amusement. This Demon Race princess of the Lucifer Dynasty was demanding Chekfulit become her consort.
The smile flared and vanished in an instant. Duan Fengbu’er watched Lucifer Flow warily; this woman of the Demon Race was too powerful! Even if Qian Jin climbed out of the sand and recovered to his peak strength, it would be useless! Without even using the Demon Eye of Destruction, his mere Fu Mo Jiu Zhan ability was enough to sweep the area clean.
“...Huh?” Lucifer Flow’s slender eyes shifted toward the churning sand above Qian Jin’s head. “Strange. It seems quite a bit of the flame heat from the Demon Eye of Destruction was absorbed there. What is buried under there...?”
Hot! Hot! Qian Jin felt streams of intense heat jetting out from every pore on his body. A strange heat suddenly radiated from the ground—not just heat! It was indescribable, a supremely bizarre thermal current!
The heat of the Demon Eye of Destruction? Did the outsiders of the Demon Race possess the Demon Eye of Destruction? Was this the residual heat from it? Qian Jin felt the iron-forging breathing technique in his Si Qiao (Death Apertures) and Dead Meridians suddenly become far more active, voraciously swallowing this heat flow, only to exhale it again, but the resulting heat felt subtly, fundamentally different from the original heat of the Demon Eye of Destruction.
Puff! Chekfulit forced himself to move, staggering to stand in front of Qian Jin’s sandy mound, triggering another bout of coughing up blood. He warily faced the Tenth Princess of the Lucifer Royal Family—the princess who had made even the princes yield. After heavily wounding Chekfulit, who also possessed the second awakening of the Fallen Angel Battle Body, and killing the Fifth-Tier Sand Scorpion King in one blow, Lucifer Flow, who had clearly not exerted his full power throughout the encounter, calmly surveyed the surroundings. “The Ancient Desolate Sand Sea is quite lively today. Others have arrived? What? How long do you plan on hiding?”
Amidst the fierce wind and swirling sand, a slow, rhythmic clapping sound echoed.
Qian Wutian transformed into his Elf King Bloodline Battle Body, pacing slowly out of the yellow sands. His golden hair swayed in the wind, complementing his tall figure, exuding an indescribable elegance.
The wildly scattering yellow sand gently floated around Qian Wutian’s body as if greeting a relative, ceasing its violent swirling, shimmering instead with the brilliance of Earth elementals.
All six strongest Ultimate Awakening Bloodlines possessed the ability to cultivate both Dou (Martial) and Mo (Magic). No one could definitively say who was the strongest in this dual cultivation, but when it came to elevating the use of magic to an art form, only the Elf King Bloodline of the Zhence Dynasty and the Fallen Angel Bloodline of the Demon Race achieved such heights.
Today, these two strongest bloodline inheritors, capable of elevating magic to an art form, met in the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea!
“The Demon Eye of Destruction is indeed impressive.”
Qian Wutian lightly tapped his index finger against his brow: “My Myriad Laws Divine Eye has not yet awakened. Otherwise, I truly wish to see whose Demon Eye is stronger—yours, or the Myriad Laws Divine Eye of my Elf King Bloodline.”
“Oh? So this is a warrior of the Elf King Bloodline family? To be able to conceal one's presence using magical elements while in the Bloodline Battle Body state—that is quite impressive,” Lucifer Flow’s slender eyes gleamed with the light of a satisfied challenger as he scrutinized Qian Wutian. “Since you do not possess the Myriad Laws Divine Eye, I suppose you are not Qian Wushuang. What a pity. I had hoped to encounter Qian Wushuang…”
End of Chapter.