Chapter 802: A Completely Unequal Battle

Just as Yin Tianchou felt his mind descend into chaos once more, Duan Chenfeng—who was currently being battered into a miserable state by Duanmu Xie—said something that nearly made Tianchou vomit blood. It was almost as if he were trying to help Shen Lang.

“Tianchou, this guy’s physical body is unimaginably tough, and he has already comprehended Momentum! Don’t drag out the fight. Get into that Teleportation Gate and run for your life right now! I’ll hold off this Zombie!”

Chenfeng roared those words aloud instead of using telepathic transmission. Tianchou was already trembling in terror. Hearing Chenfeng blurt that out so bluntly almost caused him to spit up a mouthful of old blood!

Could there be anything more humiliating? Throughout his entire life, Tianchou had basked in radiant glory. When had he ever suffered such a monumental disgrace? To be told to flee for his life right in front of other people!

“Shut your mouth!” Tianchou bellowed as he scrambled backward.

Chenfeng assumed Tianchou had misunderstood his intentions. Swinging his Giant Axe wildly to knock back the advancing Duanmu Xie, he elaborated, “He snapped your Demon Dragon Sword with his bare hands! Moreover, he prevented the Profound Artifact from detonating when its internal Spirit Array Map collapsed. Not only is his physical body as tough as a Fifth Grade Profound Artifact, but he also knows everything there is to know about artifact structures and Spirit Array Maps. This guy is definitely no ordinary King Martial Realm expert!”

“Shut up! Do I need you to tell me that?” Tianchou was driven mad with fury.

He kept his remaining thoughts to himself. Someone capable of commanding such a powerful Zombie couldn’t possibly be a normal King Martial Realm cultivator! Someone who completely disregarded his Demon Dragon Heart-Shattering Palm couldn’t be ordinary! Did that really need pointing out?

If he hadn’t known Chenfeng so well, he would have suspected the man was in league with these Ghost-faced People. Spouting such nonsense at a time like this only boosted the enemy’s morale while crushing their own. Was this how a senior brother should act? Even if he had to say it, he should have used telepathy instead of shouting it for the whole world to hear! There was still a monk and a woman listening nearby!

Tianchou gnashed his teeth, hating Chenfeng to the bone.

“Heh.” Shen Lang chuckled. “Not bad. It seems the juniors of the White Banner Lineage aren’t all complete idiots after all. At least one of you understands the situation.

“But since you’ve figured it out, you should also know that escaping my grasp… is probably impossible.”

Chenfeng sneered. “Don’t get too arrogant, kid. If you dare lay a finger on Tianchou, I will make sure you die without a burial place, even if it costs me a severe injury!”

Shen Lang’s smile vanished as a chilling aura replaced it. “Die without a burial place? Does a guy who can’t even protect himself have the right to spout such words? Duanmu Xie, cripple him!”

“ROAR!”

Duanmu Xie let out a frenzied howl. Wielding the massive Corpse Emperor’s Copper Coffin with a single hand, the Zombie swung it wildly through the air, bearing down on Chenfeng with overwhelming force.

Meanwhile, Shen Lang took a sudden step forward. His foot slammed down against the earth, wreathed in a ring of crackling electricity.

BOOM!

An explosive blast erupted from beneath his heel. His figure instantly blurred into a dark shadow, shooting toward Tianchou like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Watching his opponent close the distance with lightning speed, Tianchou gritted his teeth. The bloodshot hue in his eyes deepened. He fused all of his internal Spiritual Power with the Black Crow Witchcraft, forcefully driving it outward. The Demon Dragon coiled around his body surged in power, expanding several times in size as it abruptly launched into the sky. In the next instant, the monstrous beast—manifested entirely from his Spiritual Power and the Black Crow Witchcraft—let out a vicious roar and lunged straight at Shen Lang.

“Is this the extent of your abilities?” Shen Lang chuckled softly mid-dash. His aura grew increasingly overwhelming as he charged directly at the Demon Dragon, showing no intention of dodging.

Off to the side, Monk Bu Se and the mysterious woman instinctively narrowed their eyes. Setting aside the terrifying physical might of the Demon Dragon, the sheer presence of the Black Crow Witchcraft within this attack was enough to force an expert in the Seventh or Eighth of Heaven of the King Martial Realm to retreat in panic. Yet Shen Lang didn’t care in the slightest. He didn’t even drop his speed!

“Is his Cultivation speed even human?” the woman wearing the Bronze Mask thought as she rested her chin in her hand, a strange gleam flashing in her eyes. “It’s only been a few months since we last met, and he has already climbed to such heights…”

Meanwhile, Monk Bu Se silently chanted the Buddha’s name. “I don’t know why these two insisted on provoking Great-Uncle Lang. Sigh… by the looks of it, Great-Uncle Lang is genuinely angry! Something terrible is going to happen…”

A distance of several hundred meters only took a few seconds for someone of Shen Lang’s speed. As Bu Se and the masked woman watched unblinkingly, Shen Lang turned his hand into a blade and chopped viciously at the Demon Dragon’s head. He didn’t use any Divine Weapon. With just a single swipe of his bare palm, a streak of blade light bloomed, slicing across the sky! An unrivaled Sword Intent instantly filled the space for a three-hundred-meter radius.

The brutal collision Tianchou had anticipated never happened. Beneath that sky-splitting blade light, the Demon Dragon he had exhausted all his strength to condense barely had time to roar. It failed to hold out for even a single second before being cleaved cleanly in half, its remnants bursting outward to both sides.

Massive swathes of Black Crow Witchcraft rained down, corroding the surrounding earth into a dark, sludgy brown. Thick plumes of black smoke billowed upward as a pungent stench swept across the battlefield. Unfazed, Shen Lang charged straight through the fallout without losing a step.

“Are you terrified? Can you smell the scent of death?”

Shen Lang utilized the Charm Demon Technique once more. Even before he reached his target, he playfully taunted Tianchou to shatter his mental defenses. In the past, whether he faced simple opponents or troublesome foes, Shen Lang always favored a direct approach, preferring the brutal satisfaction of fist-to-flesh combat. But right now, his rage toward Tianchou had reached its absolute peak. He was determined to completely destroy the man’s mind!

“Die!”

Having gathered his momentum, Tianchou retreated thirty meters in a flash. He rapidly swung the twin daggers in his hands, unleashing a barrage of sharp hisses. Amidst flying sand and rolling stones, countless dagger phantoms Burst outward to form a dense, inescapable Blade Net. It crashed toward Shen Lang like an apocalyptic wave.

Yet, a Blade Net capable of shredding a normal King Martial Realm expert into mincemeat was no more threatening than a child’s toy against Shen Lang. Just like the Demon Dragon before it, the attack posed no danger at all.

Shen Lang formed his right hand into a blade and slashed left, then right. With just two casual strokes, he tore the terrifying Blade Net wide open. Tianchou’s desperate attack couldn’t slow him down for even a fraction of a second.

“You are going to die, and it will be a miserable death…” Shen Lang’s bone-chilling voice echoed. Like a Soul-Catching Ghost Sound, the words drifted ethereally before piercing straight into his opponent’s heart.

Boosting his speed, he left behind a string of afterimages and abruptly materialized right in front of Tianchou!

Tianchou knew his enemy was fast, but he had never imagined that Shen Lang hadn’t even been using his full speed earlier! As Shen Lang manifested before him like a phantom, a surge of feral malice and sheer venom warped Tianchou’s face. He crossed his twin daggers and executed a vicious scissor-strike aimed directly at Shen Lang’s neck.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The razor-sharp daggers repeatedly clashed against Shen Lang’s fists, ringing out with the crisp metallic chimes of striking iron. The sound alone made Bu Se and the masked woman tremble in fear. Shen Lang wasn’t even wearing gauntlets or any protective gear! He was clashing against Profound Artifacts with his bare hands. He was nothing less than a Human-shaped Barbarian Beast!

“Are you terrified? Do you feel all the strength draining from your body?”

Shen Lang’s Ghost-like voice scratched against Tianchou’s eardrums. Tianchou stalled in shock for merely a tenth of a second, but it was enough. Shen Lang’s left hand pulverized two Magic Shields, while his right hand punched cleanly through the twin daggers’ defense, slamming squarely into Tianchou’s chest!

BANG!

A blinding light Burst from Tianchou’s Battle Armor, condensing into a formidable Shield that absorbed the impact of the punch.

“In front of me, wearing a turtle shell is utterly useless. Even if you transformed into an actual turtle, it wouldn’t save you!”

Shen Lang’s cold, merciless voice rang out. Without skipping a beat, he unleashed the second stance of the first move of the Five Emperors Dragon Fist, hammering it brutally into Tianchou’s right shoulder. The Battle Armor flared with blinding light once again, generating a Defense Light Curtain.

However, before Tianchou could even feel a glimmer of relief, he uncontrollably sprayed a mouthful of blood into the air! His body was sent flying backward at a tremendous speed, tumbling like a kite with a snapped string.

Although the Five Emperors Dragon Fist didn’t completely bypass the armor’s defense, its penetrative power was unimaginably potent. Even though a portion of the blow had been negated, the residual force alone was more than enough to heavily injure Tianchou.

“Do you still have confidence in your Battle Armor now?”

Intent on branding true terror into his opponent’s very soul, Shen Lang activated the Charm Demon Technique yet again. Although this Cultivation Technique was traditionally more suited for women, Shen Lang’s application of it here produced an unexpectedly devastating effect. It utterly pulverized Tianchou’s mental barricades, terrifying him to the point where his soul felt as if it had fled his body. He couldn’t muster even the slightest shred of will to resist or counterattack.

The word “charm” inherently implied temptation and beguilement. More often than not, it referred to using physical beauty to bewitch an opponent, trapping them in beautiful illusions. Shen Lang, however, stripped the Demon Art down to its purest essence of bewitchment. He used it solely to confuse Tianchou’s mind, scramble his thoughts, and demolish his psychological defenses!

Snorting coldly, Shen Lang glided forward like a phantom. His hand, wreathed in frenzied Thunder Power, smashed toward Tianchou with another heavy punch. Punch after punch, there seemed to be no elaborate technique involved. Every strike was simple and casual. Yet, to Tianchou, they were absolutely unstoppable!

Seeing Shen Lang’s fist hurtling toward him, Tianchou didn’t dare take the blow head-on.

BANG!

Tianchou viciously stomped his right foot against the ground. Enveloped in a burst of seven-colored divine light, he launched himself backward, hovering just inches above the earth. At the same time, he slammed his palms together, generating a brilliant flare of energy.

HISS!

As the piercing light erupted, Tianchou yanked his hands apart! A diamond-shaped Ice Shield materialized instantly, erecting a towering barrier right in front of him.

Tianchou retreated fast, but Shen Lang pursued even faster! Clinging to his prey like a maggot in a corpse’s bones, Shen Lang didn’t slow down or dodge. The moment he caught up, he simply drove a single, uncomplicated punch straight into the Ice Shield!

In the face of such overwhelming strength, every action Tianchou took was nothing more than a dying struggle in Shen Lang’s eyes. This was a completely asymmetrical battle…