Chapter 85: Battling the Dao God of the Fist

Duan Fengyun spoke up:

"Senior Wuming, Brother Feng, Brother Yun, do not interfere. Today, I shall see just how formidable this Quan Dao Shen's fist technique truly is."

Duan Fengyun clenched both fists, and his hands instantly turned icy; it was none other than the Heaven Frost Fist.

"Sir, please!"

After Duan Fengyun finished speaking, he attacked Quan Dao Shen with the Heaven Frost Fist.

Quan Dao Shen smiled, clenching one fist to collide with Duan Fengyun's Heaven Frost Fist.

Quan Dao Shen had been immersed in the way of the fist for decades and could be called a grandmaster of the fist; even though Duan Fengyun was using the Heaven Frost Fist, one of the three wonders of the Central Plains Martial Arts, he was no match for him.

After the two fists slammed into each other, Duan Fengyun was knocked back several steps directly by the force of Quan Dao Shen's fist.

"Junior Brother Duan, are you alright?"

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun asked with concern.

Duan Fengyun shook his head and replied:

"It is nothing."

Duan Fengyun smiled:

"Quan Dao Shen, you truly live up to your reputation. It seems I cannot defeat you by trading blows with fists alone. Since that is the case, I shall use my ultimate technique."

Having said this, Duan Fengyun picked up the Jue Sword that was stuck in the ground. Once the Jue Sword was in his hand, his entire temperament changed.

Duan Fengyun began to slowly release the demonic blade thoughts in his mind, activating the Demon Eye in his eyes; his blood-red, contemptuous gaze stared fixedly at Quan Dao Shen.

Seeing the eerie Duan Fengyun, Quan Dao Shen said:

"I don't care what ultimate technique you have, kid. Behold my famous fist skill—Double Thunder Bombardment."

Suddenly, thunder rolled across the sky; this move of Quan Dao Shen's was actually capable of causing changes in the celestial phenomena.

Quan Dao Shen's fists attacked Duan Fengyun swiftly and fiercely, as if entwined with lightning.

But Duan Fengyun, having opened the Demon Eye, had already anticipated Quan Dao Shen's movements and teleported directly behind him.

Duan Fengyun used his feet to wield the blade, employing the seventh form of the Demonic Blade: Demonic Step of the Seven Stars.

Duan Fengyun unleashed a chain of flying kicks that sealed seven major acupuncture points on Quan Dao Shen, then slashed the invincible force of the Demonic Blade toward Quan Dao Shen's back.

Quan Dao Shen felt a chill on his back; even though seven of his acupuncture points had been sealed by the Demonic Blade, he still managed to defend against this strike.

Seeing his move broken, Duan Fengyun teleported again to put distance between himself and Quan Dao Shen.

Quan Dao Shen's heart was also surging with waves at this moment; this Duan Fengyun's blade technique was too terrifying. He had never seen such a terrifying and eerie blade technique, where every move targeted his vitals.

Fortunately, he had seen many great storms over the years and reacted in time; otherwise, he would have gone to meet the King of Hell just now.

Quan Dao Shen knew that if he continued to hold back, let alone taking Jue Wushen away, he would likely lose his own life here.

Quan Dao Shen clenched his fists, circulated all his True Qi, and shouted:

"Duan Fengyun, try this move of mine—Fist Strikes the Void."

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed; the sky instantly became covered in dark clouds, with thunder and lightning intertwining.

This move, Fist Strikes the Void, was Quan Dao Shen's ultimate killing blow. It was a fist technique he had realized through observing the cycle of the four seasons and the passage of time while trapped in the Quanfen for decades.

This move, like the Sword Twenty-Three of the past, had already transcended the realm of fist techniques and reached the level of a Dao God.

To Duan Fengyun, the Quan Dao Shen before him had turned into a fist, with lightning and thunder flashing and rumbling all around it.

Through the Demon Eye, Duan Fengyun sensed the terror of this move; for a moment, the Demon Eye was actually unable to predict the next step of this attack.

Duan Fengyun dared not take it lightly. After some thought, he decided to use the final form of the Demonic Blade—this Blood Blade Demonic Art—which Xiehuang had repeatedly warned him to use with caution.

Duan Fengyun completely unsealed the demonic blade thoughts in his mind. The liberated demonic blade thoughts said eerily:

"Look, at the critical moment, you still have to rely on me."

Duan Fengyun replied:

"Enough nonsense. If you cannot handle this Quan Dao Shen, then the reputation of the Demonic Blade is just an empty name, and I will cripple my own martial arts."

Duan Fengyun voluntarily released control of his body, letting the demonic blade thoughts take command.

The demonic blade thoughts, now in full control of Duan Fengyun's body, were extremely joyful. Being demonic, he loved slaughter and battle, but he had been suppressed by the Dragon Vein, which had driven him to the brink of collapse.

Duan Fengyun was seen laughing wickedly:

"Quan Dao Shen, thank you for allowing me to experience the thrill of slaughter and battle."

Quan Dao Shen, not understanding, said:

"Duan Fengyun, stop playing god and acting like a ghost here. Take my punch."

Quan Dao Shen attacked Duan Fengyun with a punch; the momentum of this strike was like the splitting of heaven and earth, as if it could shatter the sky itself.

Duan Fengyun laughed loudly:

"Well come! Blood Blade Demonic Art."

With the fiery red Jue Sword combined with blood-colored Sword Qi, Duan Fengyun was surrounded as if by a river of blood; the scene was extremely terrifying and bloody.

Duan Fengyun transformed into a sword suffused with blood and charged at Quan Dao Shen.

The fist transformed by Quan Dao Shen collided with the blood sword transformed by Duan Fengyun.

Instantly, the sky turned dark, and the air was filled with a murderous intent.

After the collision, both returned to human form, and Duan Fengyun was knocked back six or seven meters.

Duan Fengyun stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and had already suppressed the demonic blade thoughts back down.

Quan Dao Shen laughed wildly:

"Duan Fengyun, even though your sword moves are exquisite and miraculous, you are still no match for this old man."

Duan Fengyun stared at Quan Dao Shen's chest and laughed mockingly:

"Quan Dao Shen, are you sure?"

Quan Dao Shen looked down and finally noticed that Duan Fengyun's sword was embedded in his chest.

In the clash between the two just now, Duan Fengyun used his back, which had already merged with the Dragon Vein, to take a punch from Quan Dao Shen head-on, and then thrust the Jue Sword into Quan Dao Shen's chest.

Looking at the Jue Sword in his chest, Quan Dao Shen, unaware of the sword's terrifying nature, laughed dismissively:

"Duan Fengyun, what a pity, what a pity. My body has long been as strong as steel and iron; this sword of yours has not struck my vital point. You are rejoicing too soon."

Duan Fengyun replied:

"Is that so? Who told you that my sword must strike a person's vital point?"

As soon as Duan Fengyun's voice fell, Quan Dao Shen felt that something was wrong.

The sword in his chest was actually devouring his blood, and at an extremely rapid speed.

Quan Dao Shen used all his remaining strength to pull out the Jue Sword, and immediately threw it on the ground after pulling it out.

He was now extremely fearful of Duan Fengyun; this fellow was already evil enough, and his sword was even more sinister, capable of devouring human blood.

Having had a large amount of blood devoured by the Jue Sword, Quan Dao Shen's face turned pale; having roamed the pugilistic world for so many years, this was the first time he had suffered such a great loss.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun walked to Duan Fengyun's side and said:

"Junior Brother Duan, you've had your fun now, haven't you? It's time to let us take a turn."

Quan Dao Shen could not help but feel ashamed; these fellows actually wanted to use a war of attrition to exhaust him to death.

One Duan Fengyun was already more than he could handle, and there were two others beside him, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, whose auras were similar to his, as well as the veteran legend Wuming.

He reckoned his chances of survival today were slim; he had not long since left Quanfen, and he never imagined he would lose his life here today.

Just as Quan Dao Shen was preparing to die in battle, Jue Wushen, who had been left unattended, had already walked to Yan Ying's side.