Enemy met. Eyes burned with unusual intensity. Feng Zikang, now fully transformed into his Demonic Body, was virtually indestructible. Despite being only at the Nascent Soul stage, he showed no fear facing so many Divinity Transformation masters.

Furthermore, Sun Su held the clear upper hand; it was only right that he seize an opportunity to strike.

Master Yuanyuan’s expression shifted sharply. He said coldly, "Feng Zikang, you are supposed to be one of the righteous path. How dare you strike at this moment?"

Feng Zikang roared with laughter. "Usually, I show you all some deference, but now that you harbor intentions to destroy the world, the entire righteous path becomes your enemy. What do I have to fear?"

"Good!"

Master Yuanyuan’s face filled with compassion. He pressed his palms together. "We who have contemplated the Heavenly Dao long ago foresaw this day. Never mind the two of you; even if all the cultivators in the world gathered here, what would we fear!"

He chanted a Buddhist invocation loudly. Although he was dodging and weaving beneath Sun Su’s massive club, he remained unhurried, clearly reserving considerable strength—far better off than the others.

Besides him, only True Man Qianyang and Mr. Yan Haoran could directly engage Sun Su head-on. They had entered the Divinity Transformation realm many years ago, their power unfathomably deep.

True Man Qianyang spun his twin swords like flowing silk, fending off the crushing blows of Sun Su's stone club, his face grim, clearly struggling to the utmost.

Whenever True Man Qianyang faltered, Mr. Yan Haoran would utter the Sage's True Words, sending streaks of golden script floating into the air, entwining themselves around Sun Su’s massive club, slowing its assault, thus ensuring Qianyang’s safety.

Feng Zikang stayed behind Sun Su, launching surprise sword attacks, observing everything clearly.

The remaining nine Divinity Transformation experts were divided into three tiers of strength. Master Yuanyuan was naturally the highest; if he unleashed his full power, he might be able to counter Sun Su's onslaught, but he was conserving his energy, waiting for the perfect strike to kill. Next in line were True Man Qianyang and Mr. Yan Haoran, who had been at the Divinity Transformation level for years. The remaining six were a whole tier weaker; even Feng Zikang believed he could defeat any one of them in a full, one-on-one confrontation.

If any of them took a direct hit from Sun Su's club, they would likely end up like Madam Huarong—smashed into a pulp!

Feng Zikang sighed inwardly. Since the Usurping Heavenly Demon possessed him—now several years ago—he had been suppressed by these Divinity Transformation masters. Though hatred burned in his bones, he never had a chance for revenge. Now, he had finally achieved his goal; his Demonic Body was forged, allowing him to roam heaven and earth freely. In comparison, his Nascent Soul cultivation was negligible. To finally be able to confront these enemies directly filled him with intense excitement.

"Puff!"

Sun Su’s club work was ferocious. One Divinity Transformation expert momentarily let his guard down and had his skull smashed by another blow. That club was devastating; one strike annihilated the spirit, ensuring even a Divinity Transformation expert could not escape.

True Man Qianyang roared, his sword light slashing like a painted sash, his attacks growing more urgent, yet he could not deter Sun Su.

"True Man Qianyang, do not rush!" Master Yuanyuan called out a reminder. "Sun Su has already lost most of his vital blood essence. If we just stall a little longer…"

Before he finished speaking, another Divinity Transformation master was cleaved in half at the waist by Sun Su and lost his life.

Master Yuanyuan frowned. Seeing the growing panic, he realized stalling was no longer viable. With a long sigh, he swung the prayer beads in his hand, enveloping Sun Su's head with golden Buddhist light.

With him now going all out, Sun Su’s movements immediately became restricted. The seven Divinity Transformation experts fighting Sun Su were locked in a fierce stalemate.

Feng Zikang heard this clearly, knowing Sun Su was fighting desperately and could not sustain the battle long. If Sun Su fell, he certainly wouldn't escape. Gritting his teeth, he threw himself into the fray with desperate ferocity.

"Starlight Great Extinction Sword Art!"

"Four Symbols Demon Subjugation Array!"

There was no need to hold back now; all his ultimate techniques were unleashed. The heavens darkened, and with his Demonic Body cultivation, his display shook the earth and sky.

"Good lad!" True Man Qianyang praised, his expression suddenly changing. He turned and asked, "Master, this child's cultivation does not seem to belong to the military arts!"

Master Yuanyuan's eyes flared gold as he scanned Feng Zikang, his expression hardening into anger. "I never imagined this brat has fooled us for so many years! He has cultivated a Demonic Body—he must be a member of the Demonic Path!"

He clapped his hands together coldly. "I know now! General Lu failed his tribulation all those years ago and was possessed by the Usurping Heavenly Demon. We struck him down, yet the Usurping Heavenly Demon did not die, instead hiding within a minor martial disciple... We searched for so long, yet never traced it to him!"

Feng Zikang, his origins exposed, merely laughed wildly.

"You Divinity Transformation folk, arrogantly dictating life and death, do you truly believe you are superior? Myopic fools!"

In this Main Profound Realm, perhaps these Divinity Transformation masters were peerlessly strong, but Feng Zikang had witnessed the might of the Great Heavenly Demon beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. Just imagining that Great Heavenly Demon, unable to fully claim the Three Realms, showed how many supreme powers existed between heaven and earth. For these few Divinity Transformation figures to intend to shatter the Profound Realm and rebuild the Primordial Era—was that not sheer wishful thinking!

Since his identity as the Usurping Heavenly Demon's incarnation was revealed, he discarded all restraint. He manifested his Demonic Body, reached out, seized a Divinity Transformation expert, shoved him forward, directly into the path of Sun Su’s club, and with a scream, the man was reduced to pulp!

From this round of intense combat, four Divinity Transformation masters were dead, but Sun Su was also largely depleted. Sweat poured down his head; though his eyes remained fierce, his aura had significantly weakened.

Feng Zikang fighting at full strength made this battle even more chaotic.

Not long after, two more Divinity Transformation masters were wounded by Sun Su’s club, but Sun Su was also slashed in several places by True Man Qianyang’s twin swords, thick golden blood oozing out, his face turning deathly pale.

Master Yuanyuan snorted coldly, rotating his hands ceaselessly as countless golden rings descended, binding Sun Su’s movements. True Man Qianyang attacked with full force, aiming his twin swords at Sun Su’s forehead. With loud clangs, the swords struck his skull, sparking violently.

Sun Su roared, "It hurts enough to kill this old Sun!"

He swung his club wildly, like a madman, shattering Master Yuanyuan's restraining rings. A Divinity Transformation master who had dared to get too close was smashed by a single blow!

"He is now in his final death throes. If we can just hold on…"

Master Yuanyuan’s usually calm and composed face now showed signs of fury and terror. Of the original ten Divinity Transformation masters, seven had perished, leaving only the three leaders of the great sects.

However, Sun Su was also at his absolute limit, swaying unsteadily, unable to hold his stance!

Feng Zikang shouted, his sword light shattering as he intercepted numerous attacks for Sun Su. He knew Sun Su was his greatest shield now; if Sun Su died before these three Divinity Transformation masters, his own survival was impossible. Thus, he spared no effort.

"Hmph, a firefly daring to shine its weak light!" Master Yuanyuan sneered, throwing his prayer beads toward the surging sword light.

Feng Zikang’s sword light raged, but he was forced back steadily.

Just then, Sun Su suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, "Brother, hold them off for me. Just hold on for half an incense stick's worth of time. Once my Profound Art reaches its peak, I will surely kill these bastards to appease the spirit of my Master in heaven!"