Zhang Yong stood with deep anger, gripping his dagger tightly as he began to rotate his arm in a warm-up motion.
The man looked at him angrily, "Hmph! How dare you, you lowly scoundrel, call me—Nuo Lang, deacon of the Demonic Spring Sect—such things! You're seeking death!"
After Zhang Yong finished warming up his limbs, he looked at Nuo Lang with rage, killing intent radiating from his eyes. "Are you done with your last will?"
Nuo Lang laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes. "Hahaha, a scoundrel wants to kill me? Fine then, men! Don't interfere and maintain the formation!"
Nuo Lang lifted his large axe from the ground, holding it high as spiritual energy gathered around its blade.
Mountain Splitter!
He swung his axe down with force, sending a sharp, seismic wave rushing toward Zhang Yong at high speed.
Zhang Yong looked on coldly and charged toward Nuo Lang with power. He reached in front of the attack and didn't dodge—he took the hit head-on and was pushed back, his feet digging into the ground. He pressed down hard on the earth and charged again.
Nuo Lang's eyes narrowed when he saw Zhang Yong charging at him again despite taking his attack directly. This was unexpected—even the senior fighters in his sect wouldn't dare to take "Mountain Splitter" head-on!
Nuo Lang roared angrily and began gathering more energy into his axe, preparing for another strike. But at that moment, Zhang Yong disappeared from his sight for an instant.
"What?!"
A chill ran down Nuo Lang's spine, but before he could react, Zhang Yong suddenly appeared at his side, a cold glint of his dagger approaching his neck at an unimaginable speed.
However, Nuo Lang's skin glowed with an intense golden light, and the dagger stopped at the edge of his neck without piercing through.
He swung his axe toward Zhang Yong, but Zhang Yong leaped back a few steps.
Before Zhang Yong could land, Nuo Lang appeared in front of him and struck with his axe, sending Zhang Yong flying.
Nuo Lang laughed coldly, "Tsk, what a lucky strike. But with my weapon—" However, his eyes widened in shock when he looked at his axe—a chunk was missing from it.
He turned his gaze toward Zhang Yong, who was leaning against a tree and spat, a piece of metal falling to the ground. "Your axe tastes as disgusting as you."
Nuo Lang's eyes blazed with anger as he stomped his foot on the ground. "My weapon, you bastard!"
Earthquake Step!
The ground trembled beneath his feet, and he launched himself toward Zhang Yong with force. In an instant, he appeared before him again and swung his axe powerfully. The strike alone pierced through Zhang Yong's left shoulder, sending his blood flying into the air.
Nuo Lang laughed as a sinister gleam appeared on his face. "Hehe, you're finished." However, when he tried to pull his axe back, he couldn't.
Zhang Yong had grabbed the axe that had already cut through his shoulder, wearing an ecstatic smile.
Zhang Yong raised his head, extended it, and took another bite of the axe, spitting it into Nuo Lang's face.
"Have I let you play enough?" Zhang Yong smiled coldly.
Nuo Lang took a step back, staring in disbelief at Zhang Yong, who was still holding the axe embedded in his shoulder as if he felt no pain.
His breathing quickened, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. "Impossible...! What kind of monster are you?!" Nuo Lang shouted while trying with all his might to pull his axe back, but Zhang Yong's grip was like steel—it didn't budge an inch.
Zhang Yong pulled the axe, driving it deeper into his body while at the same time lifting himself from the ground. He was close enough to Nuo Lang, raised his dagger, and stabbed directly at the stomach—but his dagger stopped on Nuo Lang's skin, where golden skin appeared on his body.
Golden Body!
Nuo Lang laughed loudly, mocking him, "Pray that this toothpick in your hand can pierce me, because my Golden Body is impenetrable!"
Zhang Yong smiled, "Oh, really?"
Zhang Yong jumped, clung to Nuo Lang's head, lifted himself until he flipped behind him, and the moment his feet touched the ground, he threw Nuo Lang far away, sending his body soaring through the air.
"I have to thank Xiao Wu for this move," Zhang Yong sneered as a sword with a white blade appeared in his left hand. In his right hand, Death Qi surged through his body and gathered around the Dagger of Death. Instantly, a black sword made of Qi formed in his right hand.
Nuo Lang's body was dragged forcefully across the ground, leaving a cloud of dust behind him before he planted his axe in the earth and quickly stood up, anger and tension evident in his eyes.
"Tsk!" Nuo Lang spat angrily, wiping blood from the corner of his lips. "Don't you know when to give up?! My Golden Body is impenetrable—no matter what you do, you won't be able to defeat me!"
Zhang Yong smiled coldly without saying a word. He raised the two swords in his hands, and killing intent emanated from him.
"Your Golden Body is impenetrable? Who decided that?" Zhang Yong muttered, taking a step forward. Suddenly, his body was enveloped in Death Qi to such an extent that it completely covered him.
Zhang Yong leaped to face the enemy without wasting a moment.
Nuo Lang exploded with anger and tried to deliver another downward strike.
This time, Zhang Yong blocked the strike perfectly with both swords crossed above his head.
Then he pushed forward with force, causing Nuo Lang to lose his balance severely.
But in that brief moment, Zhang Yong twisted his entire body and spun, his swords crossed like scissors!
The white sword and the black sword passed through Nuo Lang's body at the same moment, but there was no blood. For a moment, it seemed as if the strike had no effect.
Crack!
Suddenly, a golden crack formed on his chest, then another appeared on his arm. Small fissures began to spread across his body as if he were pottery about to shatter.
Nuo Lang's face changed completely, and his body began to tremble. "What...? What did you do?!"
It didn't have much thoughts , any spiritual energy is a life spiritual energy since it floats in the world of the living, and what conquer life? It was death!
However, Zhang Yong raised his swords, spun in the air, and his swords were about to slice through Nuo Lang's head.
Swish!
At that moment, something struck Zhang Yong's stomach—a human foot sent Zhang Yong flying. "Tsk, to let this kid bring you to this state, how weak you are, Nuo Lang. Wait a moment—the Sect Master is on his way."
Nuo Lang's eyes widened when he saw who was in front of him. "Fang Samo, deacon of the Shadow Hall?"
The man standing before him was about 178 cm tall, with a long body and a straight back like a spear, emitting a gloomy aura around him. He wore a turban on his head, and his hair covered one of his eyes while his clothes were entirely black. A pair of black daggers appeared in his hands.
Zhang Yong inhaled the cold air. "Now it's two against one. This isn't fair on my part."
Fang Samo's expression remained calm in front of Zhang Yong. "For two kids like you to attack this branch—this was the biggest mistake you've made."
Cold sweat trickled down Zhang Yong's back. When he looked, he felt a sense of familiarity—this man was a true assassin.
Although Zhang Yong wasn't an assassin himself, he can detect this man had killed a respectful number of people
At this moment, excitement surged into his heart. He wanted to test his skills against a real assassin, and so he knew that the dual-sword style wouldn't be useful.
Why?
Primary Sword Art didn't include it.
Dual Sword Art is the final evolution of Primary Sword Art after it becomes Intermediate Sword Art and then Advanced Sword Art.
His skill was simply not supporting him in this situation
Zhang Yong smiled lightly and returned his sword and dagger to their places, then relaxed his shoulders, which made Fang Samo raise an eyebrow with interest.
"Hmm? You gave up your weapons? Did you surrender so easily?" Fang Samo asked calmly, but a tone of mockery was evident.
Zhang Yong didn't respond. Instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them with a strange glint. Suddenly, his aura changed completely—it was no longer the murderous aura he emitted during his fight with Nuo Lang, but became colder, his face like an ice slab, where he ignored all his emotions.
Fang Samo frowned slightly, then a faint smile appeared on his face. "It seems I underestimated you a bit. But that Qi earlier... I didn't expect to meet a colleague from the Demonic Path , why are you going against us when you clearly belong with us?"
However, Zhang Yong didn't respond and gripped the Dagger of Death tightly.
Fang Samo snorted coldly, "Since you're my enemy and use our methods, allow me to show you. Be careful—in the next second, your head will fly."
In an instant, Fang Samo disappeared from his spot!
'Fast!' was the only thought that crossed Nuo Lang's mind—he couldn't even clearly see his movement.
But Zhang Yong didn't need to see him.
His crimson Heavenly Eyes glowed coldly.
The moment he felt the wind change behind him, he leaned his body to the side!
Swish!
Fang Samo appeared behind him, his dagger gleaming under the moonlight, but instead of piercing Zhang Yong's body, it cut through empty air!
"Oh?"
Once again, Fang Samo disappeared in an instant to attack from a different angle.
But Zhang Yong anticipated it, bending at the right moment and retreating in the blink of an eye, making the strike miss by the narrowest margin.
Fang Samo laughed lightly. "Not bad... but let's see if you can keep up with this!"
In an instant, he turned into a whirlwind of moving shadows, appearing as if Fang Samo had divided himself into copies—but it was merely his movement speed, as he launched dozens of swift strikes from every direction.
Zhang Yong moved like a leaf in the wind, dodging every strike by a hair's breadth! He didn't waste any movement and didn't even need to look directly at his opponent.
This was simply because he was observing the situation from a 360-degree angle, plus the fourth dimension of time. Although Fang Samo's movements were still fast, they were relatively easy to dodge.
As Zhang Yong continued to dodge Fang Samo's strikes,
Nuo Lang grew angrier and angrier. He couldn't stand being ignored like this, especially after being humiliated moments earlier. He gripped his axe tightly and shouted angrily, "Enough fooling around! I'll cut you to pieces!"
Nuo Lang suddenly charged from behind, using "Earthquake Step" again, making the earth shake violently beneath his feet. He rushed directly toward Zhang Yong, his axe glowing with fierce spiritual energy.
But Zhang Yong, instead of panicking, smiled mockingly.
"Oh? You two finally decided to cooperate? Excellent, this will be more exciting."
At that moment, Fang Samo appeared from another angle, surrounded by his scattered shadows. Without missing a beat, Nuo Lang took advantage of the momentary confusion to deliver his direct attack, while Fang Samo's strikes rained down on Zhang Yong.
In that instant, Zhang Yong couldn't defend against both at the same time due to the narrow space, so he decided to take Nuo Lang's strike.
But what happened next shocked him—Nuo Lang's axe was enveloped in a dark, black aura as it headed toward Zhang Yong.
Death Qi!
This strike was fatal—inescapable if it hit a vital part!
Clack!
Two fingers flew into the air calmly and fell to the ground quietly.
At the same time, Zhang Yong retreated with effort—blood was dripping from his hand, where it was clear that the middle and ring fingers had been severed from his right hand.
Immediately, he tore his robe and retrieved the dagger he used to block the attack, tying it to his hand.
He placed a healing pill in his mouth and swallowed it. This pill wouldn't restore his lost part, but it was enough to stop the bleeding.
Fang Samo laughed cunningly as he watched blood scatter from Zhang Yong's body. "You won't be able to escape now—this is your fate," Fang Samo said, playing with his black dagger.
Zhang Yong sneered coldly and turned his gaze outward—Wu Ruoxian was surrounded by three men fighting in the sky.
Nuo Lang looked mockingly, "What? Are you worried about your little friend outside?"
Zhang Yong sighed and took a cold breath. "Who said she's my friend? I was just making sure she's watching. This fight has taken longer than its time. I'll finish you, your followers, this barrier, and everything."
Both Nuo Lang and Fang Samo looked at Zhang Yong as if he were insane.
"Hidden in darkness, lost from light, in the darkest nights and brightest days, golden rays shade the night, and white light looms over the world. Under the sky and above the earth, none shall escape my gaze. Celestial bodies collide, and the two become one—the Absolute Dual Motion of Sun and Moon Flame: Eternal Heavenly Judgment."
Black smoke exploded in the middle of the place along the barrier, where no one appeared anymore. But, unexpectedly, both Nuo Lang and Fang Samo could see Zhang Yong clearly.
"What in the hell is this?!" Both Nuo Lang and Fang Samo looked surprised.
The sky paused for a moment, as if time itself froze. Then, a golden sun and a silver moon appeared above them, rotating in a strange harmony.
The two moved slowly toward each other, beginning to chase each other in rotation. Once they met, light exploded in all directions, filling the arena with a bright, lethal glow.
The light exploded in all directions like a radiant beam tearing through the darkness, flooding the barrier and the sky around them.
At that moment, the light exploded anew, but this time more violently, as the sky tore under the effect of that technique, and the bright light flowed as if erupting from the depths of existence. The light was surrounded by a dark force, causing space to distort and shatter before it.
This was different from the battle with Bing Wang—this attack launched in all directions and exploded with a dazzling light that covered everything.
Boom!
The array shattered completely, and corpses scattered in all directions.