Chapter 87: Inner Gate Examination

"Young man, we're right here, and you're still coming over — you've got plenty of confidence."

The seductive music began, and a dozen or so women conjured from Heavenly Demon Qi struck flirtatious poses at Fang Yu, winking and casting come-hither glances.

If someone's mind were unsteady at this moment, they might fall into an illusion, sinking deeper and deeper, and might even be possessed by a Heavenly Demon.

But Fang Yu simply sat there, and those Heavenly Demons did not dare to invade; instead, they tried to erode Fang Yu's will so they could seize the opening.

"You puny Heavenly Demons actually dare to try to bewitch my will."

Fang Yu rose to his feet, his spirit highly focused. With a single step, he was several zhang away, and then threw a punch straight into the Yin wind.

Pop!

His masculine blood Qi transformed into a fist, a fierce spiritual killing intent, the sharp thought of slaying evil, rippling through his fist wind, and on the spot it blasted those Heavenly Demons apart.

The Yin wind also exploded into several streams, each one carrying a wail of agony.

Now he had already cultivated to the Divine Transformation Realm, his physical body was immensely powerful and could supply his mind with tremendous energy, so his spirit was gradually being developed. Although he had not yet broken through the Shentongzhi Sect to achieve the Divine Ability Secret Realm and transform his spirit into magic power, by mobilizing the strength of his whole body, unifying his blood and Qi, and concentrating it to erupt at a single point, even Heavenly Demons would shatter.

But Heavenly Demons were Heavenly Demons after all. Blown apart into several streams by a single punch, after a brief swirl the Yin wind gathered back together, cackling loudly.

"Fang Yu, you really are powerful! But I am formless — no matter how many times you kill me, you cannot kill me. I am immortal, while you are about to die. With a body as powerful as yours, your flesh and blood must be incomparably delicious. If I eat you, I might be able to undergo a metamorphosis into a Demon King — a Demon King!"

The many streams of Yin wind gathered together and actually transformed into a razor-sharp treasured saber, its blade covered in savage serrations, and slashed straight down at Fang Yu's head.

"Brave and invincible — why fear the Heavenly Demons?"

Facing the treasured saber conjured by the Heavenly Demon, Fang Yu still threw only a single punch — a head-on clash.

He had long since seen through it: this treasured saber was not real, but a phantom conjured by the Heavenly Demon. If he retreated because of its sharpness, he would lose his courage, and once courage was lost, he would fall into a disadvantageous position.

Now that he met it head-on, the Heavenly Demon actually dodged aside, refusing to clash with his fist. Suddenly it shifted to a bizarre angle, shot up into the sky, and burst lightly apart.

Swish, swish.

It transformed once more into a rain of countless swords, raining down.

Sword rain that looked like treasured blades, laced with the sharp aura of clashing metal — ten thousand blades seemed about to pierce Fang Yu through.

"If you were Heavenly Demon Kings, I might actually take you seriously. But you're only Heavenly Demons — all you can do is bewitch the mind."

Fang Yu's expression did not change. He knew these Heavenly Demons could not possibly refine any sword Qi, could not wield Geng Metal sword Qi — everything was still conjured illusion. If even one of them had cultivated to the Divine Ability Secret Realm, then with nine parts false and one part true, a real Geng Metal Qi coming down would pierce his body if he were unprepared.

Fang Yu roused his spirit and, in ten consecutive moves, hurled masculine fist winds at the sword rain falling from the sky; wherever they passed, the sword rain vanished.

At the same time, more wails of agony rang out.

At this moment, Fang Yu continuously swung his fists and feet, leaping up and down. Each thrust and retraction of his fists drove the air for several dozen zhang around him into howling frenzy — everywhere was a chaos of turbulent airflow, like a powder keg.

Boom.

Many Heavenly Demons, caught in the violent gusts of Qi, screamed again and again, and then fell silent, as if utterly exterminated.

Fang Yu did not immediately let down his guard. He still kept his mind tightly guarded, circulating the Yuanchen Spirit Art, and his mind became a field of pure white light, illuminating himself. He saw that behind him there was still a faint current of air, as if at any moment it was about to burrow into his mind.

He suddenly mobilized the blood and Qi of his entire body, hurled a punch that surged forth, and finally scattered that Yin wind completely.

These Heavenly Demons had at last all been slain.

"Struggling against Heavenly Demons really can temper one's spirit."