Chapter 701: Blood Demon Art!
Golden light exploded around him.
Layer after layer of golden dragon scales appeared across his body. They covered his chest, arms, shoulders, back, and legs, forming natural dragon armor that shone with brilliant radiance. Each scale seemed to contain ancient power, strengthening both his defense and his raw physical force.
Li Yun no longer looked like an ordinary sword cultivator.
He looked like a half-dragon war god.
The black palm descended.
Li Yun simply raised his hand and punched upward.
He used no fist art.
He used no sword art.
It was only a raw punch supported by Indestructible Body, Dragon Blood Transformation, Golden Ancient Dragon Bloodline, and his terrifying body weight.
One million times his own body mass.
The instant his fist moved, that horrifying weight seemed to move with it. The air groaned, the ground sank, and the entire arena seemed to tremble beneath the pressure of his body.
Boom!
Li Yun’s fist struck the Nether Demon Great Seal.
The massive black palm froze for a brief moment.
Then, it shattered.
Pitch-black devilish qi exploded in all directions, but none of it could touch Li Yun’s body. The golden dragon scales covering him released a brilliant light, directly scattering the remnants of the devilish qi.
Yan Wuhen’s eyes narrowed.
Before he could react, Li Yun had already moved.
His step did not appear fast, but the moment he stepped forward, the entire arena shook. His millionfold body weight made every movement feel like a divine mountain shifting across the earth. It was not speed alone that made him terrifying. It was the oppressive force carried by each step.
Yan Wuhen’s expression changed slightly.
"Nether Demon Spear."
He grabbed the air, and endless devilish qi surged into his palm. In an instant, it condensed into a pitch-black spear dozens of feet long. The spear carried dense demonic power and shot toward Li Yun with shocking force.
Li Yun finally raised his sword.
The Profound Origin Sword appeared in his hand.
But he still did not use any sword art.
Instead, two terrifying Sword Intents erupted from his body.
The first was crimson.
Slaughter Sword Intent.
Fifty percent source mastery at the Xiantian Stage.
The moment it appeared, the entire arena seemed to be submerged in a sea of blood. The killing will was cold, pure, and absolute. It was no longer the ordinary killing intent of a swordsman. It was Xiantian Stage Slaughter Sword Intent, powerful enough to suppress minds, break martial hearts, and directly attack an enemy’s will.
The second was pale and radiant.
Immortal Sword Intent.
Forty percent source mastery at the Xiantian Stage.
This Sword Intent was different from Slaughter Sword Intent. It carried an ancient and undying sharpness, as if its edge could last forever without fading. Once it attached itself to a sword strike, that edge would become difficult to erase, difficult to block, and almost impossible to suppress.
When the two Sword Intents appeared together, their power overlapped around Li Yun’s blade.
Slaughter gave his sword killing power.
Immortality gave his sword an undying edge.
And beneath those two Sword Intents was the terrifying foundation of Li Yun’s body, his golden dragon bloodline, and his millionfold body weight.
Li Yun swung his sword.
It was only a simple slash.
Yet this simple slash carried the full pressure of two Xiantian Stage Sword Intents.
Ssshh!
The Nether Demon Spear was cut apart from the center.
The spear shattered into two halves, and the remaining Sword Light continued forward, striking Yan Wuhen’s shoulder.
Blood sprayed into the air.
Yan Wuhen was forced back several steps, and a deep wound appeared from his shoulder to his chest.
His expression turned ugly.
The wound should have healed quickly since this body was only a clone nurtured from the Blood Spider Lily. But when the flesh wriggled and tried to recover, the crimson Slaughter Sword Intent inside the wound immediately destroyed the new flesh. At the same time, Immortal Sword Intent clung to the cut like an undying edge, preventing the wound from closing.
Yan Wuhen’s face finally changed.
"What kind of Sword Intent is this?"
Li Yun did not answer.
He stepped forward again.
Boom!
The arena trembled under his weight.
Yan Wuhen suddenly felt as if the pressure around him had increased. Li Yun was not using any Domain, but his one-million-times body weight created an overwhelming physical oppression. Every step seemed to compress the air, shake the ground, and force Yan Wuhen’s body to bear an invisible pressure.
Li Yun arrived before him.
His dragon-scale-covered fist smashed forward.
Yan Wuhen roared and crossed his arms to block.
Bang!
The collision sounded like two mountains crashing together.
Yan Wuhen’s arms trembled violently. His protective devilish qi shattered layer by layer, and his body was sent flying backward like a broken kite. He slammed heavily into the ground, creating a long trench across the arena.
Li Yun did not give him the slightest chance to breathe.
He followed immediately.
Another punch descended.
Yan Wuhen barely rolled away, and Li Yun’s fist struck the ground.
Boom!
A huge pit appeared where Yan Wuhen had been moments earlier.
The sight made Yan Wuhen’s heart tremble.
This was not ordinary physical strength.
This was the terrifying power of a body that carried one million times its own mass.
If that punch had landed directly, even his clone body would have been heavily damaged.
"Blood Demon Disintegration Great Technique."
Yan Wuhen let out a furious roar.
Intense bloody light erupted from his body. Strands of blood energy surged out from every pore and quickly formed a vast blood sea around him. His aura rose rapidly, and the devilish qi surrounding him became even more violent than before.
For a normal cultivator, using this technique would consume a large amount of lifespan.
But this was only a clone.
Yan Wuhen had no such hesitation.
His strength surged dramatically.
A blood-black spear formed in his hand, half covered in bloody light and half shrouded in pitch-black devilish qi. Its aura was nearly twice as powerful as the previous Nether Demon Spear.
"Li Yun, die!"
Yan Wuhen hurled the spear with all his strength.
The spear tore through the air and created vacuum zones along its path. The entire arena shook as the spear shot toward Li Yun’s chest.