Chapter 658: Fist Intent Radiates

Inside the war council chamber of the Demon God Line.

Here, experts gathered, all discussing the recent incident of Heavenly Demons crossing the border—such behavior was unusual, forcing everyone to raise their vigilance once more.

"These great demons of the Demon God Line have started playing dirty tricks—hiding among a group of Heavenly Demons, catching us off guard, tearing open a section of the line, and smuggling a few Heavenly Demons across without ever engaging us head-on. Their sudden change must have some hidden agenda."

Sun Boxiu, dean of the Golden Academy, spoke with grave seriousness, then turned to one side: "Professor Wu Yong, how is your situation? Did that great demon cause any casualties?"

"That great demon had no intention of fighting me directly; after a brief clash, it retreated immediately," Wu Yong said, dressed in a sharp suit, utterly unrecognizable as a cultivator from the End of the Dao Era.

"But before leaving, that great demon escorted three Heavenly Demons across the line. Ji Wu, how is your situation?"

A tall man, bare-chested, with qi and blood like a coiling dragon, replied coldly: "I killed it, of course. It's just another Heavenly Demon—I've slain plenty before. Once my martial path breaks through, I intend to test myself against a great demon. I came to this Earth right—there are countless strong foes here; just the Demon God Line alone has benefited me immensely."

"Too bad I haven't encountered any cultivators yet. I wonder if a Tribulation Crossing cultivator is easier to kill than a Heavenly Demon."

His purpose here was not to protect Earth—he came only to challenge strong foes and hone his martial path.

Ji Wu finished speaking and glanced at a woman beside him wearing a robe of magic: "Ai Si, the Heavenly Demon under your watch seems to have escaped."

The mature woman, clad in a magic robe and with a graceful figure, apologized slightly: "I'm deeply sorry—my spell failed to contain that Heavenly Demon. It's my fault."

"Spells are unreliable. Train martial arts with me—you might even forge a path of dual cultivation, martial and magical. Your future achievements will be limitless," Ji Wu said, unexpectedly inviting the woman named Ai Si to train martial arts.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Master Ji Wu, but I have no intention of training martial arts for now," Ai Si smiled faintly and declined immediately.

"The third Heavenly Demon had already escaped the line, but was unexpectedly killed. According to my intelligence, the one who killed it is named Li Yi. I believe everyone here knows this person."

The speaker was a man clad in nanotech battle armor—Xiao Jianjun, the military commander of the Demon God Line.

Li Yi?

Hearing the name, many in the chamber froze in surprise.

"I remember Li Yi vanished after teaming up with us to kill Du Bai Zhi—he likely crossed over. After all, the Immortal Immortal Continent is hunting him; staying on Earth too long would be dangerous. I never expected him to return."

The speaker was Chen Daoxing, who had interacted with Li Yi and knew some details.

"He killed a Heavenly Demon right after crossing over—his power has advanced greatly," Li Jinyun added. "I've crossed the Spiritual Tribulation and cultivate multiple arts—I can handle a Heavenly Demon easily. But killing one in such a short time? Nearly impossible."

Heavenly Demons of the Demon God Line aren't soft targets—no one can casually dominate them just by cultivating multiple arts. They'd fought these demons countless times and knew exactly how powerful they were.

Every Heavenly Demon was a survivor forged from countless battles—not some recluse who only meditated in seclusion.

Wu Yong, standing nearby, narrowed his eyes, feeling a flicker of surprise.

A Heavenly Demon equaled a Chao Yuan cultivator. To kill one—even with Tai Yi's multiple arts and magical artifacts—required at least a Wu Qi realm's peak.

But how could Tai Yi have advanced through the entire Wu Qi realm in such a short time after just crossing over?

Each realm had twelve acupoints, and his spiritual power was twelve times that of ordinary cultivators. Breaking through each realm was immensely difficult, requiring at least three to five years—and decades to reach peak.

Thus, Wu Yong harbored many doubts.

"Li Yi killing a Heavenly Demon is crucial for us. With such a powerful evolutionist joining, the line gains another layer of stability," Xiao Jianjun said.

"Great demons and demon kings determine whether the line holds. Heavenly Demons are merely commanders in the Demon God Line—they can't sway the outcome. Only Professor Wu Yong here can repel a great demon."

At that moment, another man spoke up—he wore ancient armor, a precious saber at his waist, resembling an ancient general, yet his power was no less: he had crossed the Spiritual Tribulation and cultivated multiple arts, capable of standing against Heavenly Demons on the entire line.

Everyone glanced over.

They recognized him—he was Jiang Bin, a top expert from the Cross-Border Alliance.

"Great demons are limited in number—even the Moon Demon King's forces can't have many. Each death reduces their strength. Last time, Du Bai Zhi brought three great demons—all perished at the Golden Academy. Recently, Li Yue killed one beyond the line, and Professor Wu Yong severely wounded another, who was later slain by the mythic creature Garuda near Tianchang City. That's five great demons dead already."

Xiao Jianjun continued: "Thus, their core strength lies in the Heavenly Demons. If we can hold the line against their crossings, the Demon God Line is no threat."

The man who had spoken earlier, Jiang Bin, said: "Don't forget, the Demon God Line isn't ruled by just the Moon Demon King. If he allies with other demon kings, the number of great demons will rise."

"And so far, no demon king has shown himself. Who among us can stand against a demon king? Li Yue? I doubt she's a match—even if she can kill great demons, facing a top-tier demon king with Jade Rabbit bloodline, she'd likely be doomed."

At these words, many frowned into silence.

Though Jiang Bin's remarks sounded like boosting the enemy and diminishing their own morale, his logic was sound.

The Jade Rabbit bloodline was on par with the mythic Golden Crow bloodline—if the Moon Demon King struck, the line would shatter instantly.

"Don't worry—the Moon Demon King would have struck already if he could. His silence means he's bound by some reason. Otherwise, this defense wouldn't have lasted this long."

Suddenly—

An unexpected voice rang out. A tall, young, handsome man strode in, his black hair flowing over his shoulders, radiating the aura of Long Hu, silver lightning flickering around his body.

Merely one glance revealed his overwhelming presence. "Li Yi?"

Many turned to look at the newcomer.

Indeed, after a short absence, Li Yi had undergone a startling transformation—his combat power could now match a Heavenly Demon.

Yet though his aura was powerful, it lacked refinement—his full strength had yet to be unleashed.

So he came to the line to hone himself?

"You're Li Yi?"

The first to speak was Ji Wu, his eyes blazing like fire—he sensed Li Yi was also a martial cultivator.

And he had already condensed his fist intent.

This suited Ji Wu perfectly.

Fighting a martial artist was the most exhilarating thing.

Li Yi felt the man's gaze and looked over—he recognized him: the towering figure with dragon-like qi and blood who had battled the Heavenly Demon. Bai Sinan had said this man was Luo Tianyou's senior—Ji Wu.

!

"Interested in a sparring match?" Ji Wu strode forward, smiling, his immense martial qi spilling out unconsciously.

The entire council chamber's temperature surged, as if suddenly plunged into a colossal furnace.

"You're Luo Tianyou's senior, Ji Wu? I've heard of you—a martial expert from the martial world, not from Earth," Li Yi said. "But I have no interest in sparring now. Perhaps another time."

"You've got no warrior's spirit," Ji Wu said. "If you won't spar, fine—take one punch from me, and I'll leave you alone."

As he spoke, his fist slowly rose.

That fist carried intent—unrivaled, dominant, radiating the aura of a fist crushing all under heaven.

Li Yi recognized his intent: Ji Wu didn't want to clash force with force and risk harming others—he only wished to test their fist intents, to see whose was superior.

"Interesting."

Li Yi didn't retreat. He narrowed his gaze, assumed a fist stance, and instantly, a fist intent surged from his body.

This intent transformed him into a wrathful Vajra—furious, ready to obliterate all beings, crushing anyone who stood before him.

"Excellent fist intent," Ji Wu's eyes snapped open, and he grew excited.

This intent—

After years of wandering the martial world, he'd seen countless geniuses, yet never encountered a martial fist intent like this.

Both struck at the same moment.

No martial force erupted—their fists were meters apart, never touching.

Yet inside the chamber, a spiritual storm erupted.

All faintly saw a mighty blood-red dragon clash with a wrathful Vajra—yet in reality, nothing happened, nothing existed.

BOOM!

Every mind trembled, then instantly cleared.

Both fist intents had vanished.

Who won?

They were curious—among martial artists, who would prevail in such an intent duel?

"Li Yi's martial level is low—far below Ji Wu's upper limit. He'll lose," Chen Daoxing observed silently.

Others thought the same.

So far, the highest martial art in the Golden Academy came from Luo Tianyou's world—others, including Li Yi's, were inferior.

If his martial art was weak, his martial intent should naturally be weaker than Ji Wu's.

Yet contrary to everyone's expectations—

Ji Wu, for no apparent reason, stepped back half a pace.

The shift was sudden—even he seemed unaware of it.

Li Yi, almost instinctively, stepped forward half a pace.

Yet neither suffered any injury.

Without injury, why had Ji Wu retreated half a step in this intent duel?

(End of Chapter)