Supreme Devouring God

A thick scent of war swept through the space.

Huang Xuanzhong signaled to a disciple of the Void Sect with his eyes, and that person immediately stepped forward.

Facing the direction of the Saber Saint Cliff, he said, ”Zuo Wu, disciple of Void Sect, Cultivation, Fourth Layer of Tribulation Transformation Realm, please enlighten me.”

Huangfu Xuanming and Huang Xuanzhong’s performance was clearly forcing Yuan Sha to agree.

At this point, if Yuan Sha still refused, it would be unreasonable.

Yuan Sha glanced at Wang Houyun: ”Houyun, this battle is yours.”

Although Wang Houyun was a disciple of the Second Palace, his presence in Dao Village was proof enough of his strength.

However, after Yue Lintao’s earlier defeat, Yuan Sha’s heart was filled with uncertainty.

Wang Houyun could only brace himself and step forward.

”Wang Houyun from the Second Palace of Saber Saint Cliff, Cultivation, Fourth Layer of Tribulation Transformation Realm.”

Wang Houyun’s sword differed from the ordinary Sword Cultivator’s.

His sword was a short one.

Similar to a dark stab, a dagger.

The biggest feature of this type of sword is its strong control power and great lethality.

Zuo Wu’s body emanated a surging momentum, like a True Dragon awakening. He was tall, a head higher than Wang Houyun.

As he walked towards Wang Houyun, warming up his fists, a terrifying aura like thunder gathered steadily.

A barrier enveloped both Wang Houyun and Zuo Wu.

The people attending the Dao Lake night banquet were mostly drawn over, surrounding the area, densely packed with spectators.

The people of Dao Village saw this but did not stop it.

In fact, every year at the Dao Lake night banquet, there are disturbances, and Dao Village is happy to see these disturbances as a way to gauge the strength of the top forces’ younger generation in Qian State.

To know oneself and one’s enemies is the way to win a hundred battles without loss.

Wang Houyun’s expression was extremely solemn.

Since Yue Lintao had already lost a battle, he must not lose this one.

Zuo Wu suddenly said: ”I’m just an ordinary person in the Void Sect, and I came here specifically to learn about the strength of the Saber Saint Cliff’s disciples today.”

”So when the fight starts, I hope Brother Wang will show mercy.”

Ordinary?

The spectators’ eyes twinkled; it seemed like he was preemptively digging a pitfall.

If Wang Houyun won, it was all well and good.

If he lost, wouldn’t he be said to be inferior even to an ordinary disciple of the Void Sect?

Wang Houyun replied, ”My strength is also quite humble, it should be me who asks for mercy.”

The opponent was humble, and he was equally humble.

Zuo Wu’s lips curled into a smile, and the power he had been accumulating seemed ready to burst at any moment.

Suddenly.

A mist filled with enchanting colors began to gather behind Zuo Wu.

Hidden within the mist was an incredibly terrifying power.

In the space around them, razor-sharp air currents swirled incessantly.

”Swoosh!”

Wang Houyun struck first, attacking Zuo Wu with lightning speed.

His speed, like Huangfu Ming’s, was exceptionally fast.

Moreover, his movement technique was extremely agile.

Qin Chen observed, thinking to himself: ”Brother Wang observed the previous battle between Yue Lintao and Huangfu Ming, and learned his lesson. He is very calm.”

In battle, one must never panic.

Panic leads to countless flaws.

Any tiny flaw can be fatal.

Zuo Wu was utterly unafraid.

He stepped forward!

”Boom!”

The ground trembled somewhat, and the mist behind him suddenly surged like a storm, rushing towards Wang Houyun.

Wang Houyun’s offensive was shattered in an instant.

He was undeterred; after all, it was just the beginning, and they were merely testing each other.

A short sword appeared in his hand, slicing towards Zuo Wu’s face like lightning.

Zuo Wu smiled strangely, manipulating the fierce mist to enshroud Wang Houyun entirely.

Qin Chen furrowed his brows: ”This mist is no ordinary thing; its rippling is very strong.”

The Little Fairy said, ”This is a special type of Divine Skill, serving both illusion and attack purposes. Being enshrouded by the mist is highly perilous; his situation is extremely unfavorable.”

”Kill!”

As expected.

As the mist enveloped Wang Houyun, Zuo Wu spat out the word ’kill.’

The attack immediately roared to life, with a fierce offensive bursting from within the mist, aiming to bury Wang Houyun.

In fact.

As soon as the mist covered his body, Wang Houyun felt an ominous sensation arise in his heart and immediately prepared to break free.

Yet the mist was like a giant net, completely trapping Wang Houyun as if he were stuck in glue, making it difficult to extricate himself momentarily.

Until Zuo Wu mobilized the offensive of the mist.

The sensation was akin to being surrounded by explosives, which were suddenly detonated.

”Boom!”

Wang Houyun’s Protective Elemental Power was shattered.

Even though he had already undergone the first Elemental Power Tribulation, beginning to convert his Elemental Power into Power of Great Dao.

But he still couldn’t withstand Zuo Wu’s mist attack.

The terrifying explosion sound made many people’s eardrums shake.

Yuan Sha’s expression turned extremely ugly.

However, Wang Houyun reacted quickly. After the blow, he endured the injuries and broke free from the mist. Otherwise, Zuo Wu would definitely launch another wave of attacks.

Nonetheless, in an injured state, Wang Houyun’s overall strength was undoubtedly significantly reduced.

Zuo Wu had no intention of letting Wang Houyun go.

He stretched out his hand, and the mist rushed towards Wang Houyun like a gust of wind.

”Boom!”

A violent force erupted within Wang Houyun’s body, attempting to either block or shatter the mist.

Zuo Wu let out a cold laugh and directly struck forward with a palm.

”Powerful Dragon Tiger Palm!”

The Powerful Dragon Tiger Palm was a Top-Grade Absolute Technique, characterized by the immense power of the word ’powerful,’ instantly shattering the force Wang Houyun had unleashed.

Subsequently, the mist enveloped Wang Houyun once more!

Wang Houyun’s expression changed, and without a word, he desperately tried to break free.

Zuo Wu sneered: ”You’ve entered my mist, and you still want to leave?”

He pointed his finger forward.

Instantly, the mist wrapping Wang Houyun’s body coiled around him like a devouring monster.

This was compression!

If this continued, Wang Houyun’s body might be crushed to death!

”He’s forcing Brother Wang to concede.”

Qin Chen shook his head; Wang Houyun indeed wasn’t weak, but Zuo Wu’s mist Divine Skill was too formidable, so much so that Wang Houyun could hardly unleash his own strength.

”I concede.”

Wang Houyun struggled desperately, but it was all in vain. Helpless, he could only choose to concede.

A smile appeared on Zuo Wu’s face, clearly intentional, as he hurled Wang Houyun’s body harshly to the ground.

”Thud!”

A dull sound echoed in the arena, and Wang Houyun was thrown so hard he was dizzy, with stars spinning in his head.

”Not worth a blow.”

Zuo Wu offered his assessment, swaggering away.