Chapter 1354: Longji Admits Defeat, Ghost Heart Appears

His huge body was like that of a demon god.

His whole body was wrapped in flame yang, his entire form like molten lava, a physique as huge as a mountain, that aura oppressively strong, crushing everything around.

He stood here, within a radius of several kilometers there was no other sound; that flame yang staff enlarged, about the same size as his body, the staff flashing with flame yang, the flame yang belonging to the flame yang bone perfectly matching his physique.

Huang Yan lowered his head, those eyes full of majesty gazing at everything, despising everything.

The Huang Family members below looked at that demon‑god‑like physique, feeling fear.

Chen Qinglian said satisfiedly: "Junior Brother Huang Yan has mastered the Flame Yang Demonic Body, not bad, not bad, he has made progress."

Qi Haoyang nodded: "Not bad, being able to exert seventy percent of the Flame Yang Demonic Body's power is already enough."

The effect of their training, Huang Yan's potential was still very good; the Flame Yang Bone and his cultivation method Great Refining Life and Death Method allowed him to command his own Flame Yang Bone and flame yang power, no longer as before relying solely on the Flame Yang Bone.

After merging the Flame Yang Blade and Flame Yang Staff, Huang Yan's physical quality improved further; as his fused weapons increased, his flesh would become even more terrifying, comparable to the rumored demon god's body.

This divine ability, which he also derived from his own insight, is named Flame Yang Demonic Body; it is a Dharma Body Divine Ability adapted to suit the Huang Family, perfectly matching him, and moreover this divine ability continues to improve and be perfected.

As his strength grew, this Dharma Body Divine Ability also increased, its potential very high, surpassing those previous divine abilities.

This time he no longer hid, revealing his strength to Huang Longji; this is also his confidence, why he dared to come in person this time, to let that father know his might and realize his power.

Huang Yan stared downwards; the earth covered his father's silhouette, leaving no trace.

"Huang Longji, I know you're not dead yet—come out."

His voice rang like a great bell, shaking heaven and earth, the Flame Yang Staff pointing at where Huang Longji was.

"Boom—"

One strike smashed down, the earth trembled, soil lifted several meters high.

Flame yang spread from the point of impact, instantly extending outward for hundreds of meters around.

The surroundings became a flame yang hell; Huang Yan standing in that flame yang hell appeared even more overbearing and majestic.

"So imposing." Chen Qinglian clicked her tongue in amazement; this junior brother really knows how to show off.

Just this divine ability, full of imposing flair, is exactly the effect Huang Yan wanted—indeed it's superb.

Qi Haoyang chuckled: "Not bad, with such a burst of true qi his consumption will be huge; against a strong enemy we can't fight like this."

He could see Huang Yan's problem at a glance, and naturally also saw that his true qi consumption was enormous.

If this flaw isn't corrected, he will surely suffer losses in the future.

Huang Yan naturally heard their conversation, smiled, and naturally understood—this was done on purpose, or rather, his mastery of the Flame Yang Demonic Body isn't very skilled, so he cannot reduce the true qi output.

Regarding this, he also felt helpless; any Dharma Body–like divine ability consumes a huge amount of true qi and cannot be reduced.

As his strength increases, the Dharma Body's consumption of himself will gradually decrease.

"Cough cough cough."

Huang Longji crawled out this time, in a sorry state.

His whole body was burned by flames, many places charred.

He crawled out, lay on the ground gasping heavily; after two consecutive attacks he was physically and mentally exhausted, or rather, he had been struck down.

His mindset exploded.

"Pfft."

Blood spurted out; Huang Longji stared at that huge figure before him, for a moment unable to speak.

He stared at that figure and recognized it as his own son.

"Hehe."

He gave a bitter smile; his true qi was rapidly disappearing, not his own, this time the consumption accelerated and his body began to shrink.

"Ah."

A miserable cry rang out; Huang Longji's body trembled, shaking continuously.

He gritted his teeth, his body twisted, and slowly rose to his feet, uncontrollably.

A black aura clung to him, constantly eroding his body, seeking to take control of it.

"Damn it, wanting to control my body, to devour my soul—impossible."

"Ghost Heart, how dare you."

Huang Longji straightened his body, forcing himself to stand, driving away the black aura all over him.

Those ghostly qi, however, kept entering his body, wishing to sacrifice everything of his to gain more power.

Qi Haoyang narrowed his eyes, locked onto a position: "Qinglian."

Chen Qinglian's sword had already been drawn.

In that instant, the blade cut through; in the darkness a silver light flashed, tearing through the night.

The dark land was split in two, the mountain peak collapsed; there a figure swiftly dodged, after which he could no longer cast spells.

The spell was interrupted, his figure hidden in the darkness.

"What a pity, he dodged it; this person is decisive, interrupting the spell and also avoiding my sword." Chen Qinglian felt a bit regretful, the blade's edge slowly returned to its sheath.

Qi Haoyang stared into the distance and warned: "Don't be careless, this person hasn't left yet, and moreover he seems to want to attack us; it looks like his target is Huang Yan."

The two of them couldn't possibly be the targets; few people know them, so the chance of capturing them is low.

Then only Huang Yan remained.

They wanted to capture Huang Yan—but why?

Qi Haoyang thought of a possibility: that it was related to the father, and to him.

"Qinglian, find a chance to kill him."

Chen Qinglian nodded: "No problem, Elder Brother, but I need you to distract him for a while; once I find an opportunity, he will surely die."

This is Chen Qinglian's confidence; the two brothers exchange a glance and know what to do.

Some things need no orders.

They did not leave; instead, they stared into the distance, unable to part and unable to be picked off one by one by the enemy.

Huang Longji's tragic cry cut off abruptly; his body was like a dried corpse, yet he still lived.

He had not died, but simply no longer possessed the earlier arrogant vigor.

Lying on the ground, he could die at any moment.

"Cough cough cough."

Huang Longji coughed violently, staring at the figure before him that was gradually shrinking; after a while, Huang Yan resumed his true form, walked toward him, came before him, lowered his head, those plain eyes holding no emotion.

It was as if he were looking at a stranger; that gaze left Huang Longji dazed.

"Hehehe, Huang Yan, I never expected you to become this strong—beyond my expectations as your father; this time I have lost."

"Kill or cut, as you wish."

Victory makes a king, defeat makes a bandit; this time he was utterly defeated, unable to rise again...

In the father‑son battle he was utterly defeated; thereafter there would be no more chances—the first time it was his bad luck, and he refused to accept it.

This time he truly lost, with no third chance.

He naturally knows what awaits him.