When no one could fly, one person broke through the limit and soared into the air.
It wasn't just you who was stunned — even the Heavenly Venerates and Earthly Venerates of the Dragonman race were equally astonished.
“Who is this? How can he fly through the sky?!”
“He doesn’t seem to be a living person — just a tangible mass of power!”
“What other bizarre things does the human realm have to offer!”
Li Wentian’s combat style was simple and unrefined.
He looked more like a martial artist than a cultivator who, in the later stages, would rely on all kinds of mystical powers.
Li Wentian’s fists and palms moved like wind, his steps boomed like thunder. He wielded no weapons — only bare-handed, straightforward kicks and punches.
His blows hit flesh, his footwork was divine, maxing out both raw power and technical skill.
Every attack landed; every enemy strike was dodged.
Several Earthly Venerates were beaten into submission, and on top of that, they had to endure Li Wentian’s trash talk.
“And you call yourselves Earthly Venerates? Your combat skills are child’s play!”
“What ‘Soul-Transcending Battle Art’? Just because you’ve reached a divine level doesn't mean you are gods. Do you even understand the word ‘god’?”
“You don’t deserve to fight me. Withdraw!”
The Earthly Venerates were furious enough to curse, their battle mindset shattered.
The second and third Martial God-level reinforcements were the dragon corpse and the phoenix corpse.
“Old Wan! Release Hu Tiangong! Don’t let his soul be reincarnated!”
Souls sealed within the Myriad Soul Banner could not be claimed by the underworld.
But once released, that protection was gone — unless the soul had already been refined by the banner, rendering it ineligible for reincarnation.
Hu Tiangong had not been refined; you had merely let him reside temporarily in the Myriad Soul Banner.
Of course, you wouldn't refine him. Refinement caused loss, and Hu Tiangong, after wandering for thirty thousand years, was already greatly weakened. You needed him to activate the dragon and phoenix corpses.
Hu Tiangong glanced back at the Myriad Soul Banner.
“Brother Wan, sorry for the trouble.”
The Myriad Soul Banner replied in a detached, immortal tone.
“Brother Hu, think nothing of it.”
The banner’s surface shook, and it began releasing souls like a dam breaking, countless demonic spirits spreading across the sky and earth.
Ordinary martial artists and mortals could not see these spirits without special means to open their eyes.
These demonic spirits came from the Demon Realm.
Back then, when the Cosmic Mirror went berserk, instead of sending you from the Three-Headed Realm to the Human Realm, it sent you to the Demon Realm. In hindsight, it could be called a masterstroke.
During your adventures in the Demon Realm, you had the Myriad Soul Banner collect every demon spirit you encountered along the way.
After the Myriad Soul Banner evolved into a super-immortal artifact, its internal capacity was absurdly vast. Years of collecting demon spirits barely filled it — the banner even bragged that it was just the tip of the iceberg.
Today, Hu Tiangong did not plan to use living sacrifices. This wasn’t for the Seven Luminaries Immortal Array — such extremes weren’t needed.
Today, he would only use these wandering spirits brought back from the Demon Realm.
The demon spirits erupted in fury at the sight of the Dragonmen.
“Dragonmen! They’re Dragonmen! The ones who destroyed our homeland!!”
“Let me kill them! Let me kill them!”
“Damn it! We are just souls now, our cultivation mostly scattered — it’s hard to hurt them!”
These demon spirits had all died thirty thousand years ago.
Their hatred for the Dragonmen was far deeper than that of the Azure Dragons or White Tigers, who carried inherited memories.
They had witnessed the destruction of their home with their own eyes and had been killed by Dragonmen own hands.
Seeing their enemies before them now, their resentment took tangible form. The entire battlefield turned icy cold, as if plunged into a frozen dungeon.
Hu Tiangong rose to a great height, his thoughts transmitting through all the spirits.
“My compatriots! Once more, lend me your strength! The blood feud of our mother realm stands before us — how can we refuse to fight?!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, the demon spirits closed their eyes, waiting to be sacrificed.
“Young master! Take this mere remnant soul! I only regret I cannot do more!”
“General! Carry our share and fight once more!”
“General! Let us burn again! Take my soul power!”
Countless demon spirits transformed into motes of soul light, converging onto Hu Tiangong.
Heavenly Venerate Xia noticed the situation and tried to stop Hu Tiangong.
But Li Wentian intercepted him.
“I hear you’re the toughest fighter among the Dragonmen? I want to test that myself!”
Heavenly Venerate Xia raised his hand and fired a beam of dark light that pierced heaven and earth.
Li Wentian tilted his head, dodging with the slightest movement to avoid maximum damage, then lunged forward. He used his hardest fists to strike the most vulnerable spots on Heavenly Venerate Xia’s body.
“Ugh!”
Heavenly Venerate Xia was utterly speechless.
Li Wentian continued his trash talk.
“If it weren’t for the shackles of this world’s laws and my own nearing end, do you think scum like you could slaughter My people?!”
Li Wentian’s charisma was overwhelming, lifting the morale of the entire army.
It was as if he had a “Leader Aura” attribute.
He didn’t, of course, but strangely, once he acted, the combat power of the Five Regions people visibly rose by a level.
Their will to fight surged. Injuries that had been too severe to continue fighting no longer seemed to matter.
Heavenly Venerate Xia ordered several Earthly Venerates to stop Hu Tiangong, but they were held back by you, now empowered, along with Shen Qingshan.
Additionally, Sword Master, Zhuge Zhujin, Wan Sanqian, Li Liushui, and other old Martial Saints served as Hu Tiangong’s protectors, blocking all incoming attacks.
Under everyone’s escort, Hu Tiangong completed the spell of Ten Thousand Demon Power.
“Dragon Marshal! Phoenix Marshal! Awaken!!”
“Rumble!!”
The earth shook violently!
Due to the Anti-Flight Great Array, everyone in the chaotic battle was on the ground.
The ground shook so hard no one could stand, bringing the fight to a near standstill.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
With earth-shaking roars, two colossal figures burst forth from the ground.
Amid the billowing dust, the cries of dragons and phoenixes rang in everyone’s ears.
One was a golden five-clawed dragon, over ten thousand meters long, its draconic might vast and imposing, ruling the world!
The other was a massive bird wreathed in golden flames. Its wings spread, blotting out the sky. The fire’s light outshone the sun itself, and waves of searing heat swept across heaven and earth. Everyone broke into a sweat instantly.
Hu Tiangong cast another demonic art.
“My heart is like a mirror, dividing itself! Open!”
Hu Tiangong’s soul split in two, merging into the dragon corpse and the phoenix corpse respectively.
What now stood before the Dragonmen were the dragon and phoenix bodies, temporarily restored to Martial God-level power.
And the puppeteer behind both bodies was the prince of the Demon Realm, the Demon Emperor’s son. A being who had hated the Dragonmen to the bone, seethed for thirty thousand years, and now finally got the chance to fight with all his fury — Hu Tiangong!
"Dragon race! If you hadn't used filthy underhanded tricks to ambush our realm back then, how could our demon clan have been defeated! Today, let you experience the ultimate body-tempering technique of the Void Realm!"
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