217: Chapter 217: The Heavenly Demonic Body

"Master, please show mercy and spare his life!" Xu Yingying, held in Leng Qianming's arms, pleaded with him, her eyes brimming with tears.

However, the response she received was a crisp, resounding slap: "Slap—"

"You ungrateful wench, how dare you try to instruct me? Understand your place! When we return, I'll show you what's coming to you!"

Leng Qianming's eyes flashed with malice. Right in front of Han Fei, he mercilessly slapped Xu Yingying's round, pert buttocks.

This scene was witnessed by Han Fei opposite them. Seeing Xu Yingying's plump, alluring buttocks quiver violently under Leng Qianming's palm made his blood boil, and the demonic thoughts in his heart deepened.

"Demonic Transformation! The more the Heavenly Demon God Body falls into a state of madness, the more powerful its combat strength becomes. Heh, this kid has really brought trouble upon himself!"

Deep within Han Fei's mind, Elder Yao witnessed Han Fei's surging demonic intent and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

"Die!"

Han Fei roared in anger, his figure instantly turning into a pitch-black shadow, rushing towards Leng Qianming like a gale.

"Hum—hum—"

At the same time, the demonic flames churning around him shot straight into the sky, as if to devour the entire world, while endless killing intent swept over like a tidal wave.

Seeing Han Fei attacking rapidly, Leng Qianming's expression changed abruptly. He hurriedly pushed Xu Yingying away from his arms, then faced Han Fei without fear, launching into a life-or-death battle.

"Boom—"

With a loud explosion, it seemed as if two bolts of lightning had streaked across the sky. Looking closely, one could see that it was two young prodigies battling in mid-air.

Every move they made caused the surrounding void to tremble violently, accompanied by sonic booms, with an impact as shocking as thunder descending upon the world.

"Bang—"

In the blink of an eye, the two youths had exchanged hundreds of blows, each move a solid collision without any flashy techniques.

One of them was Han Fei, a powerhouse at the ninth level of the Earth Profound Realm who had succumbed to demonic possession, but he was completely on the defensive, suppressed and ruthlessly pummeled by Leng Qianming of the Heaven Profound Realm.

"Pfft—"

Finally, because his cultivation was slightly inferior, Han Fei could not withstand the opponent's fierce offensive. After being struck by Leng Qianming's punch, he flew backward like a cannonball, spitting out a large mouthful of blood that misted into the air.

His injured body smashed heavily into a pavilion not far away, embedding deep into the ground.

"You are truly weak. You couldn't even hold out until I had fully released my Innate Dao Body."

Leng Qianming stood in the void with an expression of disdain, looking down at Han Fei who was falling to the ground. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile and unconcealed contempt.

"Xiaofei!" Seeing Han Fei in such a miserable state, Xu Yingying's face turned paper-white, devoid of any color. Her face, which had been ashen, now showed deep concern, and she couldn't help but call out Han Fei's name.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

However, unexpectedly, a moment later, Han Fei staggered to his feet from the ruins.

He looked disheveled and covered in blood, but his eyes were flashing with an eerie red light, and from his mouth came low, murmuring sounds like a demon's whisper.

The demonic flames around him surged again like a raging sea, and the demonic energy blotted out the sky, filling half the heavens.

His injured body recovered as if nothing had happened in the blink of an eye, as if time were flowing backward for him.

"Master, please show mercy and spare his life!" Xu Yingying, held in Leng Qianming's arms, pleaded with him, her eyes brimming with tears.

However, the response she received was a crisp, resounding slap: "Slap—"

"You ungrateful wench, how dare you try to instruct me? Understand your place! When we return, I'll show you what's coming to you!"

Leng Qianming's eyes flashed with malice. Right in front of Han Fei, he mercilessly slapped Xu Yingying's round, pert buttocks.

This scene was witnessed by Han Fei opposite them. Seeing Xu Yingying's plump, alluring buttocks quiver violently under Leng Qianming's palm made his blood boil, and the demonic thoughts in his heart deepened.

"Demonic Transformation! The more the Heavenly Demon God Body falls into a state of madness, the more powerful its combat strength becomes. Heh, this kid has really brought trouble upon himself!"

Deep within Han Fei's mind, Elder Yao witnessed Han Fei's surging demonic intent and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

"Die!"

Han Fei roared in anger, his figure instantly turning into a pitch-black shadow, rushing towards Leng Qianming like a gale.

"Hum—hum—"

At the same time, the demonic flames churning around him shot straight into the sky, as if to devour the entire world, while endless killing intent swept over like a tidal wave.

Seeing Han Fei attacking rapidly, Leng Qianming's expression changed abruptly. He hurriedly pushed Xu Yingying away from his arms, then faced Han Fei without fear, launching into a life-or-death battle.

"Boom—"

With a loud explosion, it seemed as if two bolts of lightning had streaked across the sky. Looking closely, one could see that it was two young prodigies battling in mid-air.

Every move they made caused the surrounding void to tremble violently, accompanied by sonic booms, with an impact as shocking as thunder descending upon the world.

"Bang—"

In the blink of an eye, the two youths had exchanged hundreds of blows, each move a solid collision without any flashy techniques.

One of them was Han Fei, a powerhouse at the ninth level of the Earth Profound Realm who had succumbed to demonic possession, but he was completely on the defensive, suppressed and ruthlessly pummeled by Leng Qianming of the Heaven Profound Realm.

"Pfft—"

Finally, because his cultivation was slightly inferior, Han Fei could not withstand the opponent's fierce offensive. After being struck by Leng Qianming's punch, he flew backward like a cannonball, spitting out a large mouthful of blood that misted into the air.

His injured body smashed heavily into a pavilion not far away, embedding deep into the ground.

"You are truly weak. You couldn't even hold out until I had fully released my Innate Dao Body."

Leng Qianming stood in the void with an expression of disdain, looking down at Han Fei who was falling to the ground. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile and unconcealed contempt.

"Xiaofei!" Seeing Han Fei in such a miserable state, Xu Yingying's face turned paper-white, devoid of any color. Her face, which had been ashen, now showed deep concern, and she couldn't help but call out Han Fei's name.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

However, unexpectedly, a moment later, Han Fei staggered to his feet from the ruins.

He looked disheveled and covered in blood, but his eyes were flashing with an eerie red light, and from his mouth came low, murmuring sounds like a demon's whisper.

The demonic flames around him surged again like a raging sea, and the demonic energy blotted out the sky, filling half the heavens.

His injured body recovered as if nothing had happened in the blink of an eye, as if time were flowing backward for him.

At this moment, his God-Demon Body revealed a terrifying and powerful aura, as if a demon god had descended upon the world.

"Heavenly Demon God Body?"

Opposite him, Leng Qianming watched Han Fei, who was like an erupting volcano, and speculated inwardly.

"So what if it's the Heavenly Demon God Body? With such low cultivation, how can you compete with me? I, Leng Qianming, am the one who suppresses demons!"

Watching Han Fei rush up again, Leng Qianming curled his lips into a sneer of disdain and directly released his divine body.

"Roar~ Roar~" Only the sound was heard, not the form; countless immortals and gods appeared and disappeared behind Leng Qianming.

Each phantom of an immortal or god stood tall like a pillar supporting the heavens, feet on the ground and heads touching the sky. Their roars were deafening, resounding through the clouds and shaking the world.

"Boom~ Bang" Han Fei's Heavenly Demon God Body erupted fully, like a volcanic eruption, clashing head-on with the immortal and divine fist shadows of Leng Qianming.

"The Innate Dao Body and the legendary immortal scripture, the 'Innate Dao Sutra'! It seems that even if the Han kid has succumbed to demonic possession, he is still no match for that poker-faced guy opposite him!"

Elder Yao, in Han Fei's sea of consciousness, watched the suddenly erupting Leng Qianming, his pupils shrinking sharply as if he had recalled some unbearable past events.

"Could it be... that all of this is a chess game meticulously set up by that terrifying existence in the Nanxuan Continent?" Elder Yao muttered to himself, his words seemingly containing deep meaning.

Just then, Leng Qianming shouted angrily: "Mystic Skill—Immortal God Treading the Heavens!"

He raised his fist high and then smashed it down violently.

In an instant, countless phantoms of immortals and gods, ten thousand zhang tall, suddenly emerged. These immortals and gods were imposing, each exuding a heart-palpitating aura, and they pressed down towards Han Fei like Mount Tai crushing an egg.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Han Fei showed no fear. His eyes had turned blood-red, like two ferocious demonic pupils, revealing endless killing intent and madness.

He gritted his teeth, raised his fist without flinching, and struck back fiercely.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Han Fei roared repeatedly, his voice deafening, as if he would tear this world apart.

However, the disparity in strength between the two was too great. Even though Han Fei tried his best, he still could not withstand Leng Qianming's offensive.

With a loud "bang," Han Fei, who had soared into the sky, was once again smashed back to the ground by Leng Qianming's punch, dark red blood scattering like raindrops.

"How boring. Just a tiny ant."

Leng Qianming curled his lips in disdain, clearly having lost interest in continuing to play with Han Fei.

He decided not to waste any more time and prepared to wipe Han Fei out in one fell swoop.

Leng Qianming exuded a biting killing intent, walking step by step toward Han Fei, who lay in the ruins. With every step, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, demonstrating his peerless power.

"Master, please show mercy and spare Xiaofei!"

Just then, a black shadow drifted over like a ghost. Looking closely, it was Xu Yingying, dressed in a black gauze dress.

Like a dancing black butterfly, she flew lightly between Leng Qianming and Han Fei, blocking their path.

"Audacious slave! How dare you disobey my orders? The favor I have bestowed upon you has its limits!"

Leng Qianming's face was as gloomy as water. He stared fixedly at Xu Yingying before him and rebuked her coldly and ruthlessly.