Fierce Collision

Just as Wang Zhan gripped the blood-red battle spear and the demonic fire surged around Mo Yu's body—

"Kill!"

Wang Zhan made the first move!

Without any superfluous words, his momentum and killing intent, which had accumulated to the peak, erupted explosively.

He took a step forward, the giant black stone under his feet shattering with a loud bang. His figure turned into a blood-red lightning bolt tearing through the sky, and the battle spear in his hand shot out like a venomous dragon leaving its cave, aiming straight for Mo Yu's heart!

Simple, direct, and violent!

This spear thrust contained the pure killing will he had condensed from countless battles and slaughters. Wherever the spear tip passed, the space let out a piercing screech, rippling visibly to the naked eye.

"Good timing!"

Mo Yu laughed wildly. Facing this terrifying strike that was enough to pierce through a mountain, he didn't dodge or evade.

He opened his right hand, and the dark green demonic fire instantly coalesced into the phantom of a giant Qilin claw. The tips of the claws gleamed with a chilling light, containing the brute force to tear apart everything, as it brazenly grabbed toward the incoming spear tip!

Clang——!!!!

When the spear and claw met, they emitted a loud noise like the clash of metal. The piercing sound wave, wrapped in the blood-red killing aura and dark green demonic fire, rapidly expanded outward in a ring shape!

"Rumble!"

At the edge of the square, several already tottering ruined walls collapsed like sandcastles under this shockwave, filling the air with dust and smoke.

The expressions of the people watching the battle from afar changed drastically. They circulated their spiritual energy to protect themselves. Those with weaker cultivation were shaken so much that their vital energy and blood churned, and their ears buzzed incessantly.

The first clash ended in a draw!

The two separated upon contact, each taking half a step back, leaving deep footprints on the giant black stone under their feet.

A trace of surprise flashed in Wang Zhan's blood-red eyes, which was immediately replaced by an even more blazing fighting intent.

He could feel that the boundless power transmitted from the opponent's claw carried an ancient, savage heaviness, not at all inferior to his physical body that had been tempered thousands of times.

"Interesting! Take another punch from me!"

Mo Yu shook his wrist, the teasing look on his face fading slightly, replaced by a touch of seriousness.

He took the initiative to attack. As his figure swayed, he seemed to transform into a real Qilin, wrapped in a sky full of demonic fire, throwing a punch at Wang Zhan.

This punch had nothing flashy about it, only the purest power. The fist wind crushed the air, letting out thunderous explosions!

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Wang Zhan roared, discarding the spear and using his fists. The vital energy and blood in his body surged and roared like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, meeting the punch head-on!

His fist was shrouded in a dense blood light, faintly showing the undulating phenomenon of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Boom!

The two fists collided again. This time, the sound was even more muffled, yet it felt like a giant hammer smashing onto everyone's heart.

Centered on the point where the two fists met, an even more powerful air wave swept out. The stones on the ground shattered inch by inch, forcefully scraped off by three feet!

The violent turbulent energy raged in the air, making sounds like ghosts crying and gods howling.

"Fight!"

"Kill!"

The two figures completely turned into two rays of light, one blood-red and one dark green, madly colliding, crossing, separating, and colliding again on the giant square!

Their speed grew faster and faster, their power stronger and stronger!

Wang Zhan pushed the Wang family's battle techniques to the extreme. At times, he was like a ferocious beast pouncing, absolutely overbearing; at other times, he was like a leaping spirit ape, tricky and ruthless. Every strike aimed straight for the vital points, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Mo Yu, on the other hand, fully displayed the formidable strength of a demonic supreme being. His physical body was the most powerful weapon.

When the Qilin stepped out, the earth shook and the mountains swayed; when the Qilin claw swung, it tore the sky and split the earth. The demonic fire blazed around him, not only capable of burning spiritual energy but also eroding the divine soul, bizarre and unpredictable.

Boom! Wang Zhan swept out a whip kick, like a blood-red battle axe, but it was blocked by Mo Yu's arm. With a backhand claw, Mo Yu left five dazzling sparks on Wang Zhan's battle armor.

Mo Yu opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of dark green demonic fire, washing over Wang Zhan like a waterfall. Wang Zhan blocked horizontally with his battle spear, the blood light and demonic fire fiercely neutralizing each other, emitting a "sizzle" of corrosion.

Wherever the two passed, the ground cracked, and flying rocks pierced the sky!

The spectators were already dazzled and deeply shaken.

"Too strong! Is this the strength of the top prodigies?"

A young genius muttered to himself, feeling a wave of powerlessness.

"Wang Zhan's killing techniques have reached perfection, every move is fatal! But Qilinzi's physical body and demonic power are also too terrifying!"

Everyone's eyes were filled with solemnity and yearning.

"They haven't even used their true trump cards yet, and they already have such might..."

The Jiang Family's Divine King Physique's eyes flickered, deducing how he would respond if he were the one in the arena.

"Exhilarating! Hahaha! This is more like it!"

Shi Man watched with shining eyes, wishing he could also rush up and fight a great battle.

On the battlefield, the two clashed head-on once more, each flying backward hundreds of feet before landing steadily.

At this moment, Wang Zhan's battle armor showed slight damage, and his breathing was slightly hurried, but the fighting intent in his blood-red eyes had burned to the peak.

Mo Yu's dark green battle clothes were also stained with dust, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face. The contempt in his vertical pupils completely vanished, replaced by the excitement of meeting his match.

"The warm-up should be over."

Mo Yu licked his lips, a cruel light flashing in his eyes. "Let me show you what true Qilin divine might is!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl. This howl no longer sounded human, but carried an ancient, majestic, and world-dominating beastly roar!

Roar——!

In an instant, the demonic clouds behind Mo Yu gathered madly, and the dharma idol of a gigantic Mo Yu Qilin, as massive as a mountain, coalesced.

Its scales were dense, its horns ferocious, and its four hooves treaded on fire. Its cold vertical pupils looked down upon the world, exuding a supreme pressure that made one's soul tremble!

The real decisive battle was only just beginning!

Seeing this, Wang Zhan was not afraid; instead, he revealed a savage smile, his vital energy and blood soaring into the sky!

The two peerless prodigies were finally going to use their ultimate divine abilities to determine the victor!

As soon as the Mo Yu Qilin dharma idol appeared, the color of the world changed!

That massive dharma idol almost occupied half the sky. Its dark green scales gleamed with a metallic luster, and the demonic fire under its four hooves burned the void until it twisted.

A supreme pressure originating from the primordial ancient times pressed down on everyone's heart like a tangible mountain, making many geniuses watching from afar feel suffocated, their divine souls trembling!

"To be able to force me to reveal my dharma idol, Wang Zhan, you can be proud of yourself!"

Mo Yu's voice carried an inhuman, overlapping echo, as if the dharma idol and he were speaking at the same time.

"Now, prostrate at my feet and offer your origin, and I might leave you an intact corpse!"

"A mere dharma idol, and you dare to act arrogant in front of me?"

Wang Zhan smiled savagely. Facing that overwhelming demonic might, he didn't retreat; instead, his fighting intent erupted like an ignited volcano!

"Today I will shatter your tortoise shell and pull out your Qilin tendons!"

"Blood Battle in the Eight Wastelands!"

Wang Zhan roared at the sky, his vital energy and blood burning up, turning crimson like blood!

Wang Zhan roared, his battle spear dancing wildly. The boundless vital energy and blood turned into a blood-red vortex to protect him, madly neutralizing the Qilin true fire that could incinerate everything, emitting piercing "sizzling" sounds.

Rumble!

Wang Zhan's momentum surged again, faintly rivaling Mo Yu's Qilin dharma idol!