"Haha, I have now obtained the physical body bestowed by the Demon Emperor. In this world, what do I have to fear except for him? And that one has been dead for more than ten thousand years."
Arrogant, haughty, contemptuous, disdainful, and capable of destroying with a flick of the wrist—these are the hallmarks of Quan Hong's current state of mind.
Wang You said, "Hehe, although my ancestor has passed away, I can still suppress you as long as I am here."
Quan Hong seemed to have heard something incredible, and suddenly patted his stomach and burst into wild laughter: "Haha, haha, my stomach hurts from laughing so much."
Wang Youdao frowned slightly: "You haven't repaired the formation yet, so my arrival isn't late, it should be said that it's just right."
Quan Hong gradually calmed down, but a disdainful smile still lingered on his lips: "You? You think you can suppress me?"
"Are you unaware of the power of your ancestor, or are you looking down on me? The strongest general under the Demon Emperor, the leader of the Ten Demon Lords, the Flame Demon Lord?"
Quan Hong was enveloped in flames, which were crimson red. However, these flames were no ordinary flames; they were a powerful type of fire—hellfire.
At this moment, Wang Youdao's expression changed slightly. He sensed the powerful aura emanating from Quan Hong, as well as the unusual flames emanating from his body.
Wang Youdao said with a solemn expression, "You all step back. He is very strong. I'll test Quan Hong."
Quan Hong: "Then let's give it a try and see how strong the disciple who left me with only a remnant soul is?"
Quan Hong didn't make a move; he just stood there quietly, waiting for Wang Youdao's attack.
Upon hearing this, Wang Youdao rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Quan Hong. With each step he took, Wang Youdao's size increased by a fist, his stature grew taller, and his muscles bulged.
When he finally arrived in front of Quan Hong, he had become a five-meter-tall strong man, whose size was in no way inferior to Quan Hong's.
As his body grew larger, Wang Youdao's white shirt was ripped, but his pants were still fine. However, the scene looked very out of place.
He used to look like a refined gentleman, but now he's transformed into a burly man, creating an incredibly powerful contrast.
Without saying a word, Wang Youdao swung his fist and punched Quan Hong. Quan Hong was not to be outdone and returned the punch with his own.
"Boom!" A strong gust of wind erupted from the center of their fists colliding, creating a powerful wind pressure.
Wang Youdao remained motionless, while Quan Hong took three steps back. With each step he took, three large pits were created in the ground beneath his feet.
[So powerful! That's the body-refining technique of the Overlord Sect. Even the demons, known for their physical prowess, are no match for it.]
"Of course, the Overlord Sect doesn't cultivate any spells or supernatural powers; they only cultivate the physical body."
[No, I remember that the Overlord Sect cultivated only one kind of supernatural power: the Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth.]
Quan Hong looked at Wang You with some surprise and said, "Not bad, it has a bit of your ancestor's look. However, if that's all, then I'm too disappointed."
"I only recently acquired this body, and the compatibility is still low. I can only unleash less than 30% of my strength. The most important thing is that I am the Flame Demon."
As soon as he finished speaking, flames surged from Quan Hong's body to his right arm, finally converging on his right fist. He then leaped into the air and threw a punch at Wang Youdao.
Seeing this, Wang Youdao remained silent and retaliated with his fists in return.
Just as Wang Youdao's fist made contact with Quan Hong's fist, a violent explosion rang out.
The flames on Quan Hong's fist exploded, their power increasing exponentially.
"Boom!" A huge flame and smoke appeared, and Wang Youdao was seen flying out of the center of the explosion, spitting blood.
Quan Hong emerged from the smoke, raising his burning fist, and looked disdainfully at Wang You, who was spitting blood, saying, "Pathetic. I thought you could give me some fun."
"So, are you ready to die?"
"Flame Demon Lord! Flame Demon Lord!" Thousands of demons shouted in unison.
Wang Youdao fell to the ground. That one punch had already injured him. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.
He waved his hand, directing his subordinates who wanted to help to look directly at Quan Hong, and slowly said, "You are very strong, but you underestimate me too much."
"Our Overlord Sect only cultivates the physical body and specializes in one divine power. This divine power has reached a level of perfection in my hands."
With a "snap!" Wang Youdao clasped his hands together, gathered his spiritual power, and shouted, "Heaven and Earth Dharma Form!"
Wang Youdao's figure rapidly rose, reaching ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters, and finally stopping at ten thousand meters.
The giant, standing ten thousand meters tall, soared into the clouds that its entirety could not be seen; only its thick thighs were visible, stretching as far as the eye could see, and even its leg hair was larger than theirs.
Yes, it's the Dharma Body and Heaven, I remember now, but it seems like...
[The Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth is an advanced version of the Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth, even more powerful. I never imagined I could cultivate it to this level.]
[Retreat quickly, don't get caught in the crossfire!]
A large group of cultivators quickly flew away and ran to a safe distance to watch the battle between the two.
"Heaven and Earth Dharma Form? Your ancestor did not use this move." Quan Hong's expression became serious at this moment.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" A fist hundreds of meters in size came crashing down. Quan Hong neither dodged nor flinched, but raised his burning fist to meet it.
"Boom!" Wang Youdao's punch slammed Quan Hong into the ground, creating a huge crater.
Wang Youdao withdrew his fist, which remained undamaged despite the explosion of flames.
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The next moment, Wang Youdao's other fist also came down.
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!" Wang Youdao's hands kept hammering, so fast that afterimages appeared.
Wang Youdao stopped his attack and stared expressionlessly at the enormous pit before him.
Has it been resolved?
That powerful attack must have been dealt with.
The onlookers all felt that Hong Quan was definitely dead, and even Wang Youdao himself thought so.
"Not bad, I didn't expect you to have some skill. But don't think that just because you're older you can defeat me." Quan Hong's voice rang out.
A figure flew up from the bottom of the pit and floated in the air. Its whole body had changed, and traces of blood were faintly seeping from its surface.
Its entire body was crimson red, and it had grown to a height of ten meters, its whole body enveloped in flames: "That was just a warm-up, now comes the real battle."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Quan Hong appeared beside Wang Youdao's legs, his palm already touching Wang Youdao.
Crimson hellfire rapidly spread in all directions along Quan Hong's palm, accompanied by wisps of demonic energy corroding it.
Seeing this, Wang Youdao slapped him, but the latter easily dodged it.
Although Quan Hong has stopped contacting Wang Youdao, the corrosive effects of the flames and demonic energy have not diminished at all.
However, Wang Youdao's body is indeed too large now. Although the spread is very fast, he feels it is still too slow.
Quan Hong dodged Quan Hong's attacks while continuously releasing flames and demonic energy onto Wang Youdao.
"Bang!" Quan Hong was finally hit and sent flying by Wang Youdao's slap.
He crashed into the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. This blow had still caused him minor injuries; after enduring so many attacks, he couldn't help but cough up blood this time.
Quan Hong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and revealed a sly smile: "Haha, you're not bad, but that's where it ends."
"Don't worry, I won't kill you, because you're about to become my subordinate."
Wang Youdao is in a very bad situation. Eighty percent of his body is already engulfed in flames, and demonic energy has also invaded his body.
Wang Youdao continued to extinguish the flames on his body, but this only slowed down the spread of the flames.
Suddenly, Wang Youdao caught sight of the unharmed cultivators hiding in the distance, and a thought popped into his mind:
"Why didn't they come to help me put out the fire?"
"Why are they all fine, just standing there watching the show?"
"Should we just kill them all?"
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Wang Youdao snapped back to reality: "What am I thinking? What's wrong with me?"
At this moment, the demonic energy within Wang Youdao's body had begun to affect his thoughts.
As the hellfire continued to burn, Wang Youdao was slowly reaching his breaking point.
At this moment, the cultivators had already sensed that something was wrong.
[Oh no! Fellow Daoist Wang Youdao has been corrupted by demonic energy.]
[It looks like they're about to collapse.]
Quick, let's go help and wipe out Quan Hong!
Some cultivators activated their magical treasures and began to attack Hong Quan, while others flew towards Wang Youdao to help him extinguish the fire and suppress the demonic energy.
However, the next second, Wang Youdao's hand, covered in hellfire, swung over.
Dozens of cultivators were sent flying, spitting out blood. Before the remaining cultivators could react, they were also sent flying by Wang Youdao's attack.
Caught off guard, Wang Youdao's power was terrifying, and with the added assistance of Hellfire, he was caught completely off guard.
The allied forces of the top powers in Zhongzhou, who came to exterminate the demon race, were injured by Wang Youdao.
Most of them were seriously injured, while a few subconsciously activated their magical artifacts to resist and were only slightly injured.
Quan Hong laughed loudly, "Haha, very good, it seems you've become quite aware of the situation. Go! Capture them, I want them alive."
The next moment, Wang Youdao could no longer withstand the burning of hellfire and the erosion of demonic energy, and even the Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth could not be maintained.
The enormous body gradually shrank, until it returned to its original size.
Perhaps fearing that Wang Youdao would be burned to death, Quan Hong immediately waved his hand, drawing the hellfire back into his body.
As the flames disappeared, Wang Youdao's face was shrouded in black mist, his eyes were tightly closed, and he struggled in pain, sometimes contorted with rage, sometimes furious.
It seemed he was fighting against demonic energy. Quan Hongque watched this scene with great interest: "It seems your willpower is quite good."
[Damn it, Wang Youdao has been corrupted by demonic energy and actually attacked us.]
[Damn it, those demons are charging up! They want us alive; it seems they want to turn us into demons.]
[Hmph, even if it means death, I will not let them succeed.]
A group of wounded cultivators, utterly fearless, engaged in battle with the charging demon army.
As a result, it was obvious that with more people fighting than others and with more wounded, they were captured by the demons. The five thousand demons only lost fifteen hundred men.
"Demon Lord, all those human cultivators have been captured. Not a single one died; they were all captured alive," a minor leader reported.
Quan Hong nodded and said, "Very good. Take these people to the Demon Pool. I want them to be baptized by demonic energy and transformed into a member of my demon race."