I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 1114 412: The Fairy's Scandalous Boyfriend! Daoist Venerable: How About We Spar? (2)

"Ha! Such tricks are useless. Within a hundred miles, everything is under my martial spirit's perception; not a single movement escapes my notice... hmm?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the golden spear suddenly bend, twisting into an incredibly bizarre arc, redirecting straight toward his chest!

Zi Wenzhong raised his palm to intercept, but the spear shaft was as agile as a viper, coiling up his arm and tightly binding it, its sharp tip thrusting hard toward his heart!

?!

This move caught Zi Wenzhong off guard, but years of combat experience had honed his instincts. In a split second, his Protective Gang Qi erupted, blocking the spear tip.

However, the block only lasted for a moment.

The Protective Gang Qi was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"What is happening?"

Zi Wenzhong was shocked and uncertain. Upon closer inspection, he noticed an invisible force field on the surface of the spear shaft that rapidly dissolved the Gang Qi upon contact, thinning it considerably within moments!

"What kind of Divine Skill is this?"

"Why do this boy's methods feel nothing like those of a Martial Cultivator?"

Not daring to be complacent, Zi Wenzhong, at the instant his Gang Qi was pierced, surged his True Yuan, prying the spear open and pulling back to create distance.

Then he raised his fist and smashed down from afar—

Boom!

The air compressed and emitted a piercing explosive sound!

Chen Mo felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making movement extremely difficult. Seeing the heavy fist about to strike, there was no room to dodge.

Clearly, Zi Wenzhong, realizing his tricky moves were hard to defend against, didn't intend to entangle further and was preparing to overpower him with absolute strength!

"Humph, you think I fear brute force?"

Chen Mo shook his hand, making the spear straighten sharply, meeting the incoming fist head-on!

Punch and spear clashed, a surge of airwaves burst forth, and both of their hairpins shattered, leaving their long black hair drawn tight, yet neither took a step back!

"Good kid!"

Zi Wenzhong's eyes blazed with battle fury, his punching speed suddenly increased, and one hand turned into hundreds of arms, with countless fist shadows overwhelming the vision.

The key was that each shadow was real, taking a punch would cost dearly!

Chen Mo was no pushover either, as silver light shot out from the crack between his eyebrows.

The spear in his hand vibrated, roaring like a dragon churning the sea, surging upstream, colliding fiercely with countless fist shadows!

Boom boom boom boom—

Accompanied by deafening explosions, the entire Qiyun Peak shook along!

There were no fancy moves, as both compressed their True Yuan to the extreme, dueling each other in the purest martial cultivator manner!

But Zi Wenzhong was growing increasingly astonished as he fought on.

He was famed for his powerful physique, his body nearly indestructible, yet before this young opponent, he was gaining no advantage at all.

Inside Chen Mo, his Qi-Blood pulsed endlessly, and his strength seemed inexhaustible, taking thousands of punches without showing the slightest fatigue!

Most importantly, that vertical pupil seemed able to see through his actions; each time he was about to throw a punch, the spear tip would intercept ahead of time, frustrating him immensely!

Swoosh—

Zi Wenzhong suddenly retracted his hands; his robe sleeves swept along, merging the endless fist shadows into one.

The enormous shadow almost covered the entire mountain peak, like dark clouds pressing down, as it lumbered forward under everyone's horrifying gaze!

Instantly, the ground shook as the mountain trembled!

"Stop!"

Huo Wuya had just arrived. Witnessing this scene, his pupils contracted sharply.

He was about to step in to intervene, but Ji Hongxiu stopped him, calmly saying, "Don't rush, it's not over yet."

"Hmm?"

Huo Wuya furrowed his brow, taking a closer look, and immediately froze.

He saw cracks appearing on the rocks under Chen Mo's feet, yet his stance remained as straight as a pine, six pitch-black arms manifesting behind, steadily catching the giant palm.

At the same time, the spear in his hand radiated a scarlet light, entwined with violet thunderblasts.

"With the combined Evil Qi of Military Dao and Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman, old man, can you take this spear strike?"

"For me—"

"Break!"

Chen Mo exhaled with a shout, his tongue sparking with thunder.

A colossal beam instantly shot skyward, piercing the giant palm, and before Zi Wenzhong could react, he was engulfed by the brilliant electric light!

"Huh?!"

A surprised cry echoed in the air.

Moments later, the thunderlight faded.

A figure fell from the sky, plopping onto the plaza below.

As the dust settled, Zi Wenzhong lay there, skin charred, clothes tattered, his white hair singed into curls, looking utterly miserable.

???

Silence enveloped the scene.

The disciples of the Martial Saint Sect stood in shock, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.

As one of the four Peak Masters, a First Grade Grandmaster, to end up like this at the hands of Chen Mo?

How could it be?!

"Dad, are you alright?"

Zi Lianji hurried over to help him up.

"Cough cough, I'm fine..."

Zi Wenzhong coughed continuously, black smoke pouring from his nose.

The might of the Thunder Technique wasn't inferior to that of Tianshu Pavilion, and combined with Origin-infused Evil Qi, it instantly shredded his defense, turning the meridians inside his body into a tangled mess, stalling his True Yuan, and rendering him powerless.

Had his physique not been so robust, he might have been done for by now...

Swoosh—

Chen Mo, hands behind his back, descended gracefully, his composed demeanor starkly contrasting with Zi Wenzhong's condition.

Glancing at both of them, he sneered, "So, after the elder, comes the younger one; why not come at me together, both father and son?"

Zi Lianji: "..."

After catching his breath, Zi Wenzhong glared at Chen Mo furiously, "You sneaky little bastard, are these martial cultivator techniques?"

Chen Mo pouted dismissively, "Who said I can only use martial cultivator techniques? Admit you're beaten, don't be stubborn like a dying duck; even your son is better than you in that regard."