"Rumble..." With a deafening crash, that colossal blade radiance was utterly shattered by the seemingly fragile crimson moonlight. After all, Lin Xiaoyi had yet to reach the Ninth Heaven realm. However, this strike did manage to dim the red glow somewhat. At that moment, Hu Yanmeng loosed the spirit bow in her hand, sending an ice arrow shooting forth, striking the moonlight directly and causing it to wane significantly once more. Meanwhile, Chi Yixiu had already planted himself before Hu Yanqi, letting out a great roar before slamming his fist directly toward the moonbeam.

"Crack..." With a sound, the moonbeam, already heavily depleted from repeated assaults, was pulverized by Chi Yixiu's single punch. Yet, the razor-sharp residual blade energy still tore through Chi Yixiu's formidable physique. Especially the flesh of his striking fist—it was almost entirely ripped away, exposing the stark white bone beneath.

Several more streaks of blade energy scored long furrows across his body, but in the shadow of his towering frame, Hu Yanqi, Hu Yanmeng, and Lin Xiaoyi remained perfectly shielded.

Seeing his single strike neutralized by these individuals whose strength paled in comparison to his own, Hong Feng felt a surge of pure fury and prepared to attack again. But a figure suddenly materialized before his eyes.

"Hey there, buddy, that’s hardly fair picking on them, is it!" Liang Xiaoke shouted his protest while already throwing a punch toward Hong Feng.

Facing Liang Xiaoke’s terrifying blow, Hong Feng merely sneered. He spun the Wolf Fang Moon hanging at his waist into a graceful flourish, deftly avoiding Liang Xiaoke’s lightning-fast strike. He stepped forward, closing the distance to Liang Xiaoke, and then thrust the Wolf Fang Moon forward like a striking serpent.

"Hiss..." The short blade pierced straight into Liang Xiaoke's chest cavity without encountering any resistance.

"Ah... I’m dead..." Liang Xiaoke’s eyes rolled back, and his body slumped to the ground.

Witnessing this scene, it wasn't just the others; even Hong Feng was momentarily stunned. This fellow displayed strength at the Ninth Rank; how could he be struck so easily? Had his own power escalated to this degree?

"Aha, I'm alive again..." Just as Hong Feng was lost in his bewilderment, Liang Xiaoke sprang back up like a taut spring, slamming a fist directly into the still-gaping Hong Feng.

Hong Feng hadn't anticipated that the man whose chest he had just pierced would be completely unharmed. He was carelessly caught by the blow. More alarming than the impact itself was the sheer brute force behind the punch, coupled with an aura of corrosive necrotic energy that flooded into his body, actively corrupting his life force.

Hong Feng raged inwardly, but his body was already airborne, completely thrown off balance. Liang Xiaoke was not about to let such an opportunity slip. He surged forward, instantly catching up to the retreating Hong Feng mid-flight, his right hand morphing into a sharp talon, reaching directly for Hong Feng's heart.

Sensing the immense power contained within that grasping strike, Hong Feng's face changed dramatically. His body suddenly erupted in silvery-red light, and a crimson whirlwind formed before him, immediately spiraling out to ensnare Liang Xiaoke.

Liang Xiaoke frowned. With a flash, he sidestepped the hurricane laced with countless wind blades. However, Hong Feng used that instant to regain his footing on the ground, securing his balance.

Clutching his lower abdomen with one hand and gripping the Wolf Fang Moon tightly with the other, his silver eyes burned with sheer rage.

"I will kill you..." Hong Feng roared, his original objective forgotten, consumed entirely by the desire to cut Liang Xiaoke down.

"Think I’m scared of you? Go on and try me!" Liang Xiaoke scoffed, though his eyes flickered toward Ye Jingyu standing not far away. To be frank, even though he had reached the Twelfth Tier of the Corpse Emperor realm and could certainly contend with a Ninth Rank Demon Lord, the strength Hong Feng was displaying was overwhelming. He lacked any true confidence; his only current strategy was to stall Hong Feng for as long as possible.

Meanwhile, Lan Yue, who was being relentlessly assailed by Hei Ming Shixuan's downward strikes, felt the urge to weep. This young girl stood barely half his height. While her raw power might not match his, her swordsmanship was incredibly refined, and the speed and angle of her cuts were so tricky that she offered him absolutely no chance to catch his breath.

But he was, after all, a Ninth Rank Demon Lord. After being forced back three or five paces repeatedly by Hei Ming Shixuan, a silver longsword suddenly shot forth from his back—the Sirius Star Sword...

The entire blade transformed into a beam of sword light, hurtling straight toward Hei Ming Shixuan. Faced with this lightning-fast thrust, she had no means of evasion. Yet, a figure materialized before her.

Yue Hen, the foremost expert of the Moon Clan, drew a silver shortbow with one hand that instantly appeared in his grasp. With a flick of his wrist, this silver shortbow transformed into an exquisite scimitar, which he used to parry Lan Yue’s fierce strike.

However, the force of the blow drove him several steps backward; clearly, in terms of raw power, he was still somewhat inferior to Lan Yue.

Seeing this individual interfere with his assault, Lan Yue snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, the Sirius Star Sword reappeared in his grasp. He let out a long, piercing cry, shaking the sword once. A bolt of silvery-white sword energy soared toward the heavens and arrived at Yue Hen’s chest almost instantaneously.

Shock registered on Yue Hen’s face. He retreated a step, his shortbow instantly raised to his chest to intercept the incoming blade light.

"Rumble..." With a colossal explosion, the sword energy slammed violently against the silver shortbow. Sharp blade energy erupted, carving deep wounds across Yue Hen’s chest. Lan Yue’s figure surged forward again, swinging his sword once more toward Yue Hen.

Yue Hen felt a profound frustration. As the strongest of the Moon Clan, his true mastery lay in archery. Given enough distance, defeating Lan Yue wouldn't be impossible. The problem now was that his opponent gave him no opportunity to shoot.

His body continued to retreat rapidly, and with a flip of his shortbow, a streak of flowing light shot out.

Lan Yue didn't even glance at the incoming streak. He merely shook the Sirius Star Sword in his hand, shattering the projectile into dust. His body blurred into an afterimage, closing the distance to Yue Hen in a near-instant, driving his sword straight toward Yue Hen's heart.

"Swish..." Another flash of purple light ignited. Hei Ming Shixuan, who had been hiding behind Yue Hen, struck again with a slash, this time aiming, as always, at Lan Yue’s lower body.

Feeling the piercing blade energy, Lan Yue felt a distinct rush of cool air between his legs. The thrust he had committed was forced to retract, instead meeting the incoming cut.

The fire raging inside him threatened to consume his very being. How could this young girl be so venomous?