Chapter 784: Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist vs. Tiger King's Triple Demon Fist
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A torrent of murderous fury erupted from Mo Yu's body like a storm of burning crimson smoke. The heavens themselves bled red as the killing intent consumed the land, turning it into a vision of hellish slaughter.
Far away, Hei Sha and Huang Qi's pupils shrank sharply. They suddenly felt their own blood begin to boil, an uncontrollable bloodlust rising inside them, threatening to devour their sanity.
"What terrifying killing intent!"
The two exchanged a horrified glance before hastily retreating again, fearing that lingering too close might drive them into madness.
"What is that art he's using? How can it radiate such murderous aura?" Huang Qi croaked, his voice trembling.
"It's a divine technique…" Hei Sha replied hoarsely, his eyes faintly glowing red.
Only a true divine art could release pressure strong enough to affect everyone within its range.
"He actually mastered a divine technique?" Huang Qi muttered in disbelief. Such techniques were the domain of Earth Supremes—beings on the level of legends. Even obtaining one was nearly impossible, let alone mastering it.
To see Mo Yu—a mere seven-rank Supreme—unleash such power was beyond shocking.
Han Yue's stunned gaze locked on the raging blood-red light. Then, as recognition struck him, he went pale. "That's… the Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist!?"
He too had once ventured through the fifth floor of the Body Refinement Tower alongside Mo Yu. He could never forget this suffocating bloodlust—it was the same killing will from the Blood Battle King's trial.
Back then, when faced with the final test, Han Yue had retreated, unwilling to wager his life to claim that inheritance. So too had Cai Lin and the others who'd dared to try. Only one had pushed forward.
Only Mo Yu had chosen to accept it.
Now, he had truly made it his own.
Even the Mang siblings looked at Mo Yu in awe, while Cai Lin only smiled faintly—her calm expression revealing that she had already expected this.
But the shock didn't end there. Hei Yin Tian's composure cracked for the first time. As the crimson aura swept forth, his expression twisted in disbelief.
Their Dark Tiger Clan knew of divine arts, but to wield one at such a low cultivation realm—he himself hadn't achieved that yet.
"This Mo Yu… his talent is monstrous. He must be eliminated!"
Hei Yin Tian's jaw tightened, deadly light flashing in his eyes. The threat Mo Yu represented could no longer be tolerated.
"I want to see," he growled, "just how much strength that forcibly invoked divine art of yours can truly hold!"
Mo Yu's power was real, yes—but he was still only a seven-rank Supreme. Meanwhile, Hei Yin Tian wielded the divine power of the Dark Heavenly Demon Tiger. The outcome should be obvious.
The sky trembled as Hei Yin Tian's next punch formed. Darkness flooded the world, and from the void roared a massive tiger-shaped energy fist, its crown glowing with black brilliance.
"Tiger King's Demon Fist!"
The punch blazed with imperial might, its roar shaking the heavens as the phantom tiger's gaping maw lunged forward, devouring the air itself.
That enormous tiger head collided with the bloody storm surrounding Mo Yu. His body bent under the pressure, the ground beneath him buckling, but his expression did not waver.
Hei Yin Tian's snarl widened into a bloodthirsty grin. His energy surged again, his lifeforce igniting with unrestrained fury.
The next moment—another punch.
"Tiger King's Demon Fist!"
The sheer density of power made even Han Yue's scalp prickle as every instinct screamed danger.
The third punch followed in a blur—
Three streaks of black light intertwined and merged above the heavens. The fusion sent tremors through the air.
"No…" Han Yue gasped. "That's the Dark Tiger Clan's ultimate art—Tiger King's Triple Demon Fist!"
Hei Yin Tian had actually mastered it!
This technique was the pinnacle of the clan's killing arts. Each punch alone was equivalent to a perfected divine-tier attack, and once the three combined, their combined might approached the level of a proto-divine spell—not even Mo Yu's divine art might stand firm before it.
Hei Sha let out a long, relieved breath. "Finally. Let's see how this human survives now."
Hei Yin Tian looked down at Mo Yu with cold amusement. "You have your divine law—and I have mine. Let's see which is stronger."
His eyes burned with ruthless certainty. "Tiger King's Triple Demon Fist—Devour the Living!"
Roar!
A monstrous cry tore across the skies as the fused tiger phantom exploded in size, its mouth opening to reveal an endless black void that vacuumed the light around it. Swirling within that abyss, countless energy vortices spiraled with killing energy dense enough to annihilate mountains.
The black storm surged forward, leaving trails of obliteration in its wake. Everything it touched dissolved into ash, erased from reality.
Dominant. Absolute.
Mo Yu raised his head, his bloodshot eyes reflecting the onslaught. His expression remained calm. There was no fear—only resolve.
Because at this moment, he had already cast aside his life.
Even if the opponent before him were a Heavenly Supreme, he would still fight to kill.
The Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist could not be unleashed without abandoning fear of death. To wield it meant complete surrender to destruction.
There was no life without death.
Hence, as silence fell across the world, Mo Yu drew back his fist and began to move.
The instant he struck, the world itself froze.
No sound. No motion.
The collision created silence so absolute that even reality seemed to vanish into it.
Then—
The world erupted.
Massive waves of energy devoured the air as blood-red light met endless darkness. The two forces tore into each other, annihilating space itself.
When both powers reached their limit, the balance shattered—
Boom!
The explosion rocked the sky, sending shockwaves racing across the land for miles, obliterating clouds and air alike.
Both fighters were blown back violently, blood spurting from their mouths, though both instantly rearmed themselves.
Violet armor flared around Mo Yu, while black flames cloaked Hei Yin Tian's demonic tiger form. Yet even their defenses flickered under the immense backlash, dimming fast.
Mo Yu pushed through collapsed space, his fists breaking the void as he charged once more.
Blood streamed from his torn knuckles, splattering the air—but he ignored it. His only focus was the enemy ahead.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each strike found its mark, pounding into the collapsing demonic tiger aura. Cracks ran spiderweb-like across both armors—then shattered.
Crash!
With a final, thunderous blow, the Dark Heavenly Demon Tiger's manifestation exploded into fragments of black light.
Both men reeled backward, blood flying from their lips as they crashed to the ground in near unison.
It was a tie.
"They… they're both alive?" Huang Qi stammered. His face was ghost-white. "He blocked the Tiger King's Triple Demon Fist?"
Even Hei Sha trembled, disbelief glazing his face. The battle had spiraled far beyond their imagination.
Hei Yin Tian, the pride of the Dark Tiger Clan, stood battered and bloodied, breathing heavily. Never before had any opponent—let alone a lower-rank Supreme—driven him so far.
"Even my Triple Demon Fist… couldn't finish him?" he said through his teeth, fury and disbelief battling in his eyes.
But the moment he tried to stabilize himself—
Swoosh!
Mo Yu shot forward like lightning. His gaze was cold, lethal, predatory.
"Heaven-Shaking Divine Arm—Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist!"
His entire body erupted with killing intent once again. Veins bulged, light flared, and his aura exploded forth—filled with the madness of a man ready to burn himself away to claim victory.
Even Hei Yin Tian faltered in dread. "He's insane!"
The suffocating aura made his instincts scream in warning. Terror coursed through him, smothering his fighting spirit.
He stomped back, scrambling to retreat—but Mo Yu was already upon him.
Boom!
The first punch obliterated Hei Yin Tian's defense.
The next shattered his ribs.
A third sent his body flying through the air, a trail of blood spraying like rain.
Each strike landed with the finality of death.
Bang! Bang!
Hei Yin Tian's body slammed to the ground, carving a massive ravine a thousand meters long before skidding to a stop. His chest caved inward, blood pooling beneath him. The once-mighty aura of an eighth-rank Supreme faded into nothing.
Mo Yu stood hovering above, his breath ragged but his gaze sharp as a blade. His crimson eyes slowly faded back to black.
Silence fell over the battlefield.
Down below, none dared to speak.
An eighth-rank Supreme—defeated by a seventh-rank warrior.
Han Yue's eyes trembled, and then unrestrained joy erupted across his face.
Meanwhile, Hei Sha and Huang Qi turned deathly pale, their bodies shaking with dread.
They understood perfectly.
The battle for the Treasure Beast's legacy was over—completely, utterly over.
They had lost everything.
(END CHAPTER)
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