334: Chapter 334 Arrogance and Spoiled Behavior - Slapping the Roc Demon

Jiang Chen sneered, "Wuming, stop beating around the bush with me. Those who tried to fool me already have grass growing three zhang high over their graves. If you don't wise up, weigh the consequences yourself. It's quite strange—how can you be so submissive to the Ferocious Beast Clan without feeling the slightest bit of shame?"

Wuming's heart tightened. Knowing long ago that Jiang Chen was not someone he could provoke, he could only brace himself and reply, "The Ferocious Beast Clan has promised not to interfere in our control over Azure Blue Star. We only need to build temples extensively and have all living beings on the planet piously worship the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts and the Ferocious Beast Emperor, Shen Ni."

"I'll tell you the truth—I don't think much of your Huangdao Sect at all. As long as you submit to me, build temples and statues in my honor, and help me gather the incense and power of faith from all living beings, that will be enough."

Jiang Chen's expression was solemn, and his tone left no room for doubt.

"Lord Jiang Chen, your goal is exactly the same as that of the Ferocious Beast Clan."

Wuming shook his head with a bitter smile. "It's not that I'm unwilling to agree, but the alliance has already been set, carved in black and white upon the Divine Stele. My Huangdao Sect does not dare to break its word."

His heart felt bitter: things had been incredibly strange lately. On one side, the Ferocious Beast Clan was demanding faith, and on the other, the True Immortal Jiang Chen had suddenly appeared. Caught between two titans, every step he took felt like walking on the edge of a blade, and even breathing felt weak.

"The mere Ferocious Beast Clan thinks they can compete with me for incense? Call that Ferocious Beast messenger out immediately; I will personally kick him off Azure Blue Star!"

Jiang Chen's gaze turned cold, his voice sharp as a blade.

He wanted to take this opportunity to interrogate the other party and scout out the strength of the Ferocious Beast Clan.

"Hahaha—to think that upon stepping onto this tiny Azure Blue Star, I would run into such an ignorant madman!"

Before his voice had even faded, a golden shadow tore through the sky and swept down rapidly. The young man had enchanting golden hair, and the wings spread behind his back were like clouds; he was clearly a descendant of the Heaven Peng Clan.

"A Peng demon who hasn't even completed his Ascension dares to bare his teeth at me? Do you have a death wish?"

Jiang Chen's voice was low, yet it sounded like a cracking glacier, bone-chillingly cold.

"Hmph! Jiang Chen, stop putting on that high-and-mighty act!"

The Peng demon raised his head and sneered, "Since you've also set your sights on the incense of this planet, then let strength do the talking—the winner gets the Huangdao Sect's submission, and the loser gets out of Azure Blue Star and shall never touch it again!"

Although he had only cultivated to the Heaven Immortal realm, his arrogance was like a raging fire burning the heavens.

"Heh, interesting."

The corners of Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes. "You want to bet your life? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

"Good! The match begins now—"

Fei Yu soared into the sky, suspended ten thousand zhang high. The fangtian painted halberd in his hand hummed and vibrated, golden light exploding from it as his battle intent surged like a tide: "Jiang Chen, remember this well! The one who slays you is the Ferocious Beast, Fei Yu!"

"Take one move from me first, then we'll see if you're qualified to have me remember your name."

Jiang Chen chuckled and struck out with a wave of his hand.

"Destruction Reincarnation Fist!"

Boom—!

A domineering aura that looked down upon the heavens and suppressed the ages erupted! Space suddenly distorted, and a pitch-black fist print that blotted out the sun condensed out of thin air. Carrying the momentum of collapsing reincarnation, it crushed down toward Fei Yu's head!

During his years of slumber and secluded cultivation, he had long ago understood the mysteries of the Six Paths and carved out his own Great Dao, creating various world-shaking techniques.

This fist was forged by him using his body as the Zombie Ancestor to reverse-engineer the Law of Reincarnation—not entering the Five Elements, not falling into reincarnation, yet precisely controlling reincarnation!

Fei Yu's pupils shrank abruptly, and the hair all over his body stood on end, as if the God of Death had already placed a scythe against his neck.

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but was shocked to find that he was locked on by the fist intent from all directions. There was no way to retreat; he could only fight!

"Jiang Chen, you indeed have the capital to be arrogant!"

He let out a furious roar, and the overlord halberd swept out. The tip of the halberd erupted with vast golden light and savage demonic power, like a mountain collapsing, as it brazenly met that giant black fist!

The fist and halberd collided, the golden light and black seal locked in mid-air, gridlocked inch by inch.

Jiang Chen suddenly smiled. "Wonderful, now this is worth watching. This halberd in your hand is actually a Acquired Spirit Treasure—even in this world, it can be considered a rare heavy weapon."

After a pause, his gaze sharpened. "Unfortunately, in your hands, you can't even trigger thirty percent of its power."

Nowadays, his physical body was his weapon and his soul was his tool; why would he need external objects?

Having his depth exposed on the spot, Fei Yu's face turned purple, and he shouted, "Thirty percent power? It's more than enough to crush you!"

"Ha—even if King Peng himself came, he couldn't do it."

Jiang Chen shook his head and scoffed, "You're just a junior acting tough with his weapon. Why are you putting on such an act?"

Before he finished speaking, his fingers flew as he formed profound hand seals—

The black fist print suddenly surged, its power billowing like a tsunami as it crashed through the golden light barrier and slammed toward Fei Yu with unstoppable force!

Fei Yu's pupils shrank, his hair stood on end, and the overlord halberd instantly turned into a blur as it swept out wildly. Demonic qi exploded like boiling water, shooting straight into the clouds—in an instant, a sun-blotting phantom of an ancient Heaven Peng brazenly manifested!

The avatar flapped its wings, and the astral winds tore through space. Thousands of feathers as sharp as knives, carrying the momentum of thunder, whistled into a vortex and swirled toward his opponent.

Boom—!

The fist print and the storm collided violently, producing a deafening roar. Black and red airwaves billowed and exploded, and a mushroom cloud rose into the air. The entire mountain gate shook, rocks tumbled down, and dust and smoke filled the air like a blood mist.

Below, the people of the Huangdao Sect all turned pale, clutching their sleeves and not even daring to breathe—fearing that if the two clashed again, the entire mountaintop would be blown into the sky.

When the dust gradually cleared, everyone gasped in unison: that pitch-black fist print was actually completely intact, without even a single crack! The world-destroying storm from just now seemed like a breeze brushing against an iron wall, leaving not even a mark.

"Impossible! The wind condensed by the Heaven Peng Avatar can grind even stars into powder. How could it do nothing to a mere fist?!"

Fei Yu's face was deathly pale, his voice had changed pitch, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Heh... you can't even hear the pulse of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, so how are you worthy of seeing through my methods?"

The corners of Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly as he tapped his finger. The black fist print hummed again, pressing down like a mountain, instantly pinning Fei Yu to the spot. His spine creaked.

The outcome was decided.

Jiang Chen stepped forward slowly, looking down at the struggling Fei Yu. His tone was flat but irresistible: "You've lost. I have a few questions for you—answer to my satisfaction, and I'll spare your life."

Fei Yu suddenly threw his head back and roared, "Let me go! You piece of trash! I am King Peng's direct disciple. If you dare to harm a single hair on my head today, he will surely flatten nine generations of your clan!"

Before he could finish, he twisted his body and kicked with all his might, but the fist print remained motionless, as if what was pressing down on him was not force, but destiny.

Pa!

A crisp slap landed hard on his left cheek. The flesh instantly swelled up high, looking like a freshly steamed red bean bun.

Fei Yu's eyes were bloodshot as he roared again, "You're looking for death! King Peng will definitely skin you alive and pull out your tendons—"

Before he could finish, Jiang Chen raised his hand and delivered a string of rapid punches. Every punch hit home—his nose collapsed, the corners of his mouth tore, and a bloody gash opened on his temple. His entire face quickly twisted and deformed until his features were almost unrecognizable.

Jiang Chen's gaze was as cold as a blade. "Trash, now you can't even kneel steadily, and you still dare to bark? Say one more word, and I'll gouge out your tongue."

Fei Yu's throat hitched, his whole body stiffened, and he finally didn't dare to make another sound.

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, seemingly with a bit of approval. "Very good, one who recognizes the circumstances is a wise man. I've always been reasonable; if you're willing to cooperate, things will be easy to handle."

Fei Yu's heart was coughing up blood—reasonable? You call beating me like this being reasonable? But his jaw was clenched so hard it ached, and he forced himself to swallow his angry curses.