Great Demon Sun Wukong

Although Old Wang already knew that this woman was no ordinary person, he still underestimated her. Because the baptism that followed made Old Wang fully realize just how colossal the price of underestimating a woman could be.

When Old Wang knocked away the white light with his blade and discovered that the white light was actually a silver hairpin, a sense of crisis regarding life and death simultaneously rose in his heart. This sense of crisis was a special ability obtained by Old Wang after cultivating the fourth style of the Chaos Five Decisions, the Chaos Giant Transformation.

It was akin to a type of detection that allowed Old Wang to sense the threat level of an enemy or opponent unconsciously. That’s why, when Old Wang faced Mo Can, he didn’t feel the slightest bit of fear. This was because the detection told Old Wang that Mo Can would not pose too much of a threat to him. Similarly, when facing Yao Wumeng, the detection indicated danger but not a fatal one.

However, the sensation this woman named Han Ling gave Old Wang was that of a lethal threat. Old Wang was very clear that this woman was definitely far more terrifying than she appeared to be; one moment of carelessness on his part and today would be his end.

His thoughts raced, and Old Wang bent his legs slightly, ready to close the distance. Years of life-and-death battle experience told Old Wang that this woman was a master of long-range killing, using the silver hairpin as a throwing dart.

Once distance was put between them, he would only have the chance to block and dodge, unable not only to defeat his opponent but also very possibly losing his own life right there.

The only way to deal with such an enemy was to engage in close combat, using his long blade and strength to force the woman to cross blades with him at close quarters. Only in this way was there hope for victory. However, just as Old Wang was about to leap forward, the woman known as Han Ling suddenly moved her legs and dashed towards Old Wang.

Old Wang was taken aback for a moment. Why wasn’t this woman playing by the rules? As Old Wang was preparing to charge in both posture and action, Han Ling suddenly rushed over. Instinctively, Old Wang thought to change his stance. But at that instant, Han Ling had already closed in on Old Wang with incredible speed.

At that point, Old Wang could only grip his sword with both hands, having only completed half of the stance transition. Thus, he could only raise his long blade, barely managing to use the blade to guard his face. But as soon as he lifted the sword, he found that the woman before him had disappeared.

Thankfully, Old Wang’s ample combat experience kicked in, almost without thinking, as he flung his long blade backward, with a pivot on his left foot, turning his body around. Sure enough, Old Wang’s backhanded slash managed to fend off Han Ling, who had intended to strike from behind.

However, as Han Ling dodged to retreat from the long blade, her hands were not idle. Four silver hairpins glinting with cold light were silently aimed at Old Wang’s eyes and chest. The hairpins were incredibly fast, and Old Wang’s reaction was too slow in comparison, so he could only duck to avoid the two aimed at his eyes. The other two targeting his chest, however, were unavoidable.

But Old Wang was not resigned to his fate. Although the long blade could not be used for defense due to the backswing, Old Wang’s mastery of the blade was at its pinnacle, almost better than he knew himself. The blade was outstretched, but the hilt remained in close reach.

With a swift contraction of his arms and a grip on the blade hilt, he managed to place the hilt across his chest, just in time to block those two silver hairpins.

However, before Old Wang had time to catch his breath, Han Ling flicked her wrist, launching another six silver hairpins. Next, Old Wang totally regretted his choices—not just for picking a woman as his opponent but also because this woman was so terrifying. Her silver hairpins seemed endless, and as a Blade Master, Old Wang’s forte was close combat.

Yet, this woman, except for that initial engagement, fought while continuously retreating, never allowing Old Wang any chance to close in.

Consequently, Old Wang was completely on the receiving end, with a relentless onslaught of powerful, silver hairpins pouring down like a torrential rain. Soon, Old Wang bore marks of injury, and his clothes were torn to tatters, leaving him looking almost like a beggar. Still, Old Wang was utterly without recourse. This woman’s moves completely restrained him.

While Old Wang was in a dire predicament on one side, Du Tianyang was getting better and better as the fight went on the other. Although Mo Can was also a top-notch expert, among the Five Demon Gods of the Myriad Demons Country, his strength was probably the weakest. However, Mo Can was the one nobody dared to provoke.

In his normal state, his strength was indeed slightly weaker, but once he put on his Ink Armor, he would transform completely into a bloodthirsty, berserk warrior.

At that moment, after being repeatedly injured by Du Tianyang and once again sent flying by a spear thrust, Mo Can’s eyes suddenly emitted a burst of black light, and then an armor set that seemed to be drawn in ink was already worn on his body. Instantly, an aura like that of a Demon God spread out in all directions.

Seeing Mo Can’s transformation did not intimidate Du Tianyang; instead, he chuckled darkly. Then, Du Tianyang thrust his lance, and his strong body began to emit billowing Demonic Qi. This Demonic Qi seemed to have a life of its own, entirely clinging to Du Tianyang’s body.

After the Demonic Qi dissipated, the Unicorn Demon Dragon Spear in Du Tianyang’s hands had turned into a Bright Silver Dragon Horn Spear. Moreover, silver moon-colored Armor had appeared on Du Tianyang’s body. With the silver-white long spear and matching Armor, Du Tianyang instantly transformed into a seasoned War General. The two once again commenced their battle.

If the fight between Du Tianyang and Mo Can resembled a bout between two ancient Generals, then the clash between Chu Zhan and Shang Sheng was absolutely a brutish barrage between two violence enthusiasts. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Shang Sheng’s seemingly frail body contained a terrifying strength; if it weren’t for his exceptionally slender figure, judging by strength alone, he could be mistaken for a member of the Chaos Clan.

Moreover, the Shattered Light Flow Shang Hammer he wielded was no ordinary weapon. The twin hammerheads were like two stars on the verge of explosion, each swing creating twin streaks of starlight, dazzlingly beautiful. In every collision, countless Stardust would burst forth.

However, this was not because the Shattered Light Flow Shang Hammer was damaged, but rather because the vibrant Soul Power was forcibly shattered into a powdery Energy crystalline by the powerful force of their strikes.

Brutality and beauty, that was the battle between Chu Zhan and Shang Sheng.

But there was another eye-pleasing duel, the one between Zhan Yunyi and the Sword Dao grandmaster Jue Cha. Both men were martial arts Grandmasters who placed great importance on their moves, each action impeccable and fluid without seeming rigid. Calculated precision marked their choice and execution of techniques.

Their fight could be documented as a textbook example of martial arts secrets vividly displayed by these two men.

Yet, should a master watch closely, they could discern from the transitions in their moves and the flow of their Qi, that Zhan Yunyi, wielding the Dao-breaking Immortal-Subduing Staff, held a slight upper hand. But the advantage was not overly obvious; it would likely take a long time for the two to determine a victor.

While these four groups were engaged in intense combat, Fen Yan and the Evil Monarch were much quieter by comparison. No, it was more accurate to say it was dead silent. Fen Yan kept his eyes tightly shut, maintaining an extremely cautious posture as a palm-sized Token circled incessantly around him like a humble candle flame on a mountain shrine.

The Evil Monarch at this moment had completely disappeared. No matter what Fen Yan tried, he could neither feel nor detect the Evil Monarch’s presence, as if the man had never existed. However, Fen Yan could stake his life on the certainty that the Evil Monarch was lurking somewhere nearby, his Concealment skills too formidable for detection.

But Fen Yan knew that the moment he showed the slightest lapse, the Evil Monarch would deliver a fatal blow, and most likely an unavoidable one at that. After all, the Evil Monarch was known as the foremost assassin of the Six Great Divine Nations. Although Fen Yan was confident, he was not one hundred percent certain he could block such a decisive strike from the Evil Monarch. Read exclusive content at empire

Fen Yan was all too aware of the Evil Monarch. Many a grandmaster had been killed by him, their overconfidence precluding any chance of retaliation. And more importantly, Fen Yan held an even stronger conviction in the strength of the four people on his side. As long as the Evil Monarch held back, Fen Yan was content to wait.

Once his four allies had eliminated their four opponents, five of them together could surround the Evil Monarch, and no matter how strong, he would fall here.

Just when Fen Yan inadvertently allowed a smile to cross his lips, thinking of his side’s impending victory, the ever-concealed Evil Monarch made his move. Simultaneously, Fen Yan’s mind stirred, and he felt some annoyance at his own carelessness. Yet, he did not panic. Sensing the deadly killing intent, Fen Yan only had time to flick his finger, with no chance to react further.

But it was this simple motion that saved Fen Yan’s life. For as the pitch-black dagger in the Evil Monarch’s reverse grip closed in on Fen Yan’s neck, it was blocked by that palm-sized Token!

"Candlelight Token, Ignite!"