70: Head-stomping? I'm a professional.

“Using himself as bait—what a ruthless scheme, and what a powerful Physical Body!”

Mo Yuan was severely injured by a single punch, his figure retreating thousands of feet before he barely managed to stabilize himself.

He looked down at his deeply caved-in chest, which not only bore the ravages of the punch but also had wisps of golden lightning, like maggots clinging to bone, frantically destroying the vitality of his Demonic Body.

The gentle smile in his eyes vanished completely.

This Jiang Chen, not only had an overbearing Cultivation Technique, but his mind was also terrifyingly meticulous.

From the very beginning, Jiang Chen's target was not Ao Ya, but himself!

He deliberately engaged in what seemed like a reckless close-quarters fight with Ao Ya to lure Mo Yuan into a sneak attack, thereby creating an opportunity for a killing blow.

What shocked him even more was that Jiang Chen, after taking a full-force Dragon tail strike from Ao Ya, now looked as if nothing had happened, his Aura still steady and unfathomable.

What a terrifying physique this was!

“Roar!”

Ao Ya was also thoroughly enraged by the scene before him.

He had struck with all his might, and not only did the opponent withstand it, but he also used the force to severely injure Mo Yuan.

This was an utter humiliation!

“Why aren't you fighting anymore?”

Jiang Chen twisted his neck. “One with some Devouring Law, one from the Dragon Clan. I thought you'd be more impressive.”

“Turns out, that's all you've got?”

“Human Race, I will have you die!”

On Ao Ya's massive Dragon Body, golden Dragon Qi burned like raging flames. He abandoned all flashy Moves and, with the purest, most savage strength, charged at Jiang Chen once more.

He would use his proud Dragon Clan Physical Body to utterly crush this detestable Human Race!

“Unrepentant.”

Jiang Chen's expression was indifferent. Facing Ao Ya's frantic charge, he advanced instead of retreating.

This time, he didn't use his fists. Instead, he joined his fingers like a sword, and streaks of black Sword Qi, entwined with Chaos Qi, condensed at his fingertips, tearing through the Void Realm as they met Ao Ya.

On the other side, Mo Yuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging Qi and blood.

He knew that if he couldn't defeat Jiang Chen today, the face of him, the Young Lord of the Netherworld Demonic Cult, would be utterly lost.

“Netherworld Myriad Laws, Soul Devouring Annihilation!”

In an instant, the space behind him twisted, and a pitch-black rift was forcibly torn open, from which countless mournful roars and wails emanated.

Countless pale arms, formed from pure resentment and Divine Soul power, stretched out from the rift, densely packed and overwhelming, grabbing towards Jiang Chen.

All Cultivators enveloped by the Domain felt their spiritual power uncontrollably draining away, and their minds seemed about to be swallowed by the endless darkness.

“Good timing!”

Jiang Chen let out a long laugh. Facing the renewed joint attack of the two masters, his Battle Intent did not decrease but intensified.

“I already told you to come at me together. It would save me a lot of time.”

He took a step forward, fully activating the Dao Yan Heavenly Demon Body, and a demonic might far older and more overbearing than Mo Yuan's Devilish Qi erupted with a roar!

If Mo Yuan's Devilish Qi was a dead abyss, then Jiang Chen's Devilish Qi was the Chaos that destroyed myriad realms!

With the Dao Yan Heavenly Demon Scripture operating at its peak, Jiang Chen seemed to transform into an ancient Demonic God. Every movement of his hands and feet stirred the roar of the Grand Dao Law.

His left hand, pointing like a sword, unleashed Sword Qi that poured down like a heavenly river, submerging Ao Ya's violent assault.

Amidst the crisscrossing Sword Qi, even Ao Ya's indestructible Dragon scales were left with deep, bone-visible bloodstains.

His right hand clenched into a fist, and he threw a punch, simple and unadorned.

It forcefully shattered all of Mo Yuan's ghostly hands.

With the power of one man, he actually steadily suppressed two young Prodigies!

This scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of everyone present.

“Monster... This isn't human at all; it's an ancient Vicious Beast in human skin!”

“Too strong. The Saint of Hongtian Holy Land is actually this powerful. How can anyone fight him?”

Outside the valley, everyone held their breath, staring in horror at the white-robed figure moving freely amidst the Dragon Qi and Devilish Qi.

Meanwhile, on another battlefield.

Xiao Tiandu and Yuan Haotian's battle had also entered a fierce stage.

“Boom!”

Lightning and golden light intertwined as Xiao Tiandu's Thunder Sword (Thunderbolt Sword) and Yuan Haotian's True Dragon Treasure Art collided fiercely.

Xiao Tiandu's figure swayed, and he retreated three steps, his sword-holding arm slightly numb.

His face was a little pale, and his breathing became rapid.

In contrast, although Yuan Haotian's Aura also fluctuated, he was clearly much more at ease.

“Xiao Tiandu, you are indeed very strong, worthy of being the chief true disciple of Hongtian Holy Land.”

Yuan Haotian floated in the air, surrounded by golden Dragon phantoms, an overbearing Aura of reigning over the world naturally emerging.

Yuan Haotian looked down at Xiao Tiandu from above, with a hint of disdain.

“It's a pity, you are ultimately not Jiang Chen!”

“How can a True Dragon Body be compared to your mortal body?”

As his words fell, Yuan Haotian's Aura surged again. The golden Dragon phantom behind him seemed to come alive, letting out a Dragon roar that shook the Divine Soul.

“True Dragon Nine Strikes!”

Yuan Haotian threw a punch, and the golden Dragon phantom moved with it, transforming into a destructive golden torrent that surged towards Xiao Tiandu.

Xiao Tiandu's eyes were grave. He could feel the terrifying power contained in this strike.

“Heavenly Thunder... Sword Incantation!”

He held his long sword horizontally in front of his chest, and the power of lightning around him erupted without reservation, forming a massive lightning shield woven from countless lightning snakes in front of him.

Boom!

The golden torrent slammed heavily against the lightning shield.

The lightning shield lasted less than two breaths before shattering with a crisp sound.

Xiao Tiandu was struck as if by lightning, his entire body flying backward, a gush of blood spraying from his mouth, his face instantly ashen as paper.

“Senior Brother Xiao!”

Qing Linghe and Song Ningxue, who were clearing out the lesser foes, cried out in alarm and tried to rush to his aid.

But the Loose Cultivators and the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty's subordinates, seeing hope at this moment, went mad, clinging desperately to the two of them.

“Hahaha! Xiao Tiandu, you've lost!”

Yuan Haotian laughed up to the sky, his laughter filled with long-suppressed satisfaction.

The humiliation of being trampled underfoot by Jiang Chen seemed to be somewhat washed away at this moment.

He would, in front of everyone, first cripple Jiang Chen's right-hand man, and then see how that madman could still be arrogant!

“Die for me!”

Yuan Haotian's killing intent was fully revealed. Without giving Xiao Tiandu any chance to breathe, his figure flickered and appeared above Xiao Tiandu, stomping down fiercely towards his head!

With this stomp, he would return the humiliation he had suffered, redoubled!

Xiao Tiandu struggled to get up, but his Qi and blood churned within him, and his spiritual power was chaotic, making him unable to Move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the magnified sole of the foot came closer and closer to him.

Humiliation, unwillingness, anger... all sorts of emotions surged in his heart.

However, just as everyone thought Xiao Tiandu was certainly going to die.

A calm voice, without any warning, sounded in Yuan Haotian's ear.

“Trampling people is something I'm better at.”