Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The halberd and sword collided in mid-air with a piercing roar. Jun Changping and Zhong Hu vanished simultaneously, leaving behind two afterimages.

One inherited the secret techniques of the Jun family's royal family, while the other received guidance from Bai Xi and Mu Ling'er.

Upon meeting, the two strangers, though barely considered to be from the same sect, immediately began fighting each other.

They showed no mercy, unleashing a barrage of attacks in an attempt to kill their opponent on the spot.

Swords and halberds clashed again and again, producing a furious roar of metal striking metal.

One is the Fiery Cloud Divine Sword, forged by Jun Xiangyang himself, and the other is the Mysterious Crystal Halberd, crafted by Bai Xi and Bai Mengran together.

Two weapons crafted by terrestrial deities collided in the sky, producing a series of ear-piercing roars.

In the blink of an eye, the afterimages in the sky had merged into one, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake, and making it impossible to catch a glimpse of the two people fighting.

Only the deafening roar, the bursts of sparks, and the buildings collapsing in the aftershocks of the collisions told the onlookers how fierce the battle was.

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What incredible strength! What incredible speed!

After another collision, Jun Changping staggered back several hundred meters, his body drenched in cold sweat, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

At first, he did not take Zhong Hu seriously, because Jun Changping's Fiery Dharma Form was already thirteen feet in size, making him a strong figure among the Celestial Martial Saints, while Zhong Hu's aura was only at the initial stage of Celestial, and the Mountain Lord Dharma Form behind him was only five feet in size.

The enormous gap in skill made Jun Changping incredibly confident, believing he could take down Zhong Hu within a hundred moves.

But after actually engaging in combat, Jun Changping realized how foolish his previous ideas had been.

The person in front of you cannot be judged by conventional reasoning.

Its speed and strength far surpass those of ordinary martial saints, and are in no way inferior to his own.

Even more frightening was that, as the fight continued, Jun Changping could clearly feel that Zhong Hu had adapted to his rhythm, and every move he made precisely targeted the weak points in his attack, completely neutralizing his relentless offensive.

The advantage brought by the Dharma Image was thwarted by the incredible martial arts. Jun Changping's attacks failed to achieve their intended effect, as if Zhong Hu had already seen through his moves and predicted his every action.

How is that possible? To reach the level of Celestial Martial Saint, which of them hasn't honed their martial arts skills through countless trials?

How could there be such a big difference in skill?

How could someone who is just a weakling who has just entered the Martial Saint realm be able to predict his every attack?

How exactly is this perfectly natural movement accomplished?

Jun Changping was lost in thought, but Zhong Hu gave him no chance to react.

With a cold snort, a halberd gleaming with golden light shot out, aiming straight for Jun Changping's chest.

In an instant, Jun Changping raised his sword to block, but he was still knocked back dozens of meters by the powerful blow. He flew backward, smashing through four wooden walls before crashing heavily into a house.

"You deserve to die! You forced me into this!"

Being treated this way by someone weaker than himself fueled Jun Changping's anger, and a roar echoed from the ruins.

Amidst the swirling dust, a 13-zhang-tall flaming Dharma image suddenly rose up, its raging flames igniting the wooden houses and turning the surrounding area into a sea of ​​fire.

The sword tip emerged from the flames, appearing as a crimson expanse, with fiery clouds spreading from the blade like raging flames.

In just a few breaths, towering flames rose from the house, transforming into a giant fire dragon nearly a hundred feet long, which crashed fiercely towards Zhong Hu.

This power does not belong to the Celestial Martial Saint; it is a contingency plan left by Jun Xiangyang in Jun Changping's Fiery Cloud Divine Sword.

The fire dragon came fiercely, and the heat wave it generated burned all the wooden buildings along the way. Centered on the battlefield where the two were, the temperature rose rapidly. In just a hundred breaths, the temperature had already risen to over 100 degrees Celsius.

The earth trembled, and the air became blurred under the scorching heat; all that could be seen was thick black smoke.

Faced with this overwhelming power, Zhong Hu instinctively closed his eyes.

Flames crackled and popped, roof beams collapsed to the ground, and waves of heat surged with explosive sounds.

After losing his sight, the sounds around Zhong Hu became exceptionally clear.

As if struck by a sudden inspiration, or as if his body had been taken over by some more vast being, Zhong Hu exuded an ethereal aura after closing his eyes.

He gripped his halberd tightly and thrust it diagonally at the oncoming fire dragon.

Clang!

A soft whistling sound echoed through the sky as the tiny halberd tip collided with a massive fire dragon that seemed capable of burning everything.

Just when everyone thought Zhong Hu would be devoured by the fire dragon, the fire dragon suddenly exploded.

The burst of energy swept in all directions, even causing the raging flames to pause for a moment under this immense power.

In the next instant, countless fist-sized flames flew in all directions, turning the surrounding area into a sea of ​​fire.

"How is this possible! How is this possible! How can this be! Who are you?"

Jun Changping screamed, his previous confidence completely gone.

The contingency plan from the terrestrial immortal was so easily shattered, completely destroying Jun Changping's pride.

The Fire Cloud Emperor, the eighth strongest ruler in the world, and his own biological father, has always been Jun Changping's greatest pride and the source of his arrogance.

His father was one of the gods standing at the pinnacle of the world, a peerless powerhouse ranked among the top ten in the world, and also a top figure among immortals and gods.

Jun Changping was proud. Even back at Sui'an Academy, only Li Yin and Zhuge Xiang were people he took seriously.

The former was favored by Mr. Mu, while the latter was a successor of the Wendao lineage.

Jun Changping can accept that these people with top-notch backgrounds are stronger and more talented than him, but he cannot accept that an unknown nobody who suddenly appears out of nowhere surpasses him.

He could not accept that this nobody had actually shattered the backup plan left by his father.

Did his most beloved father also deceive him? Were all the backup plans he had prepared for him fake? Did he just want him to die on the battlefield?

Could it be true, as his advisors suggested, that his father didn't actually like him or want him to inherit the throne? Was making him crown prince and commanding the army merely a means to manipulate him?

Impossible! This is impossible! His father must care about him! He would never deceive him!

That's it! The problem lies with this monster in front of us!

"Tell me! Who exactly are you? I don't believe you're truly unknown. Whose disciple are you, and whose descendant are you?"

"The Celestial Master of Four Elephant Mountain? The Mysterious Spirit Bodhisattva of Lingshan Temple? The Sage of Landscape Painting at Yunmeng Terrace?"

Jun Changping questioned Zhong Hu like a madman, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhong Hu.

It seemed that only in this way could he prove that he was not a good-for-nothing. As long as Zhong Hu answered, Jun Changping could tell himself with peace of mind that it was not his fault, and that the one who defeated him was someone with a more profound background than him.

His father had not deceived him; it was just that the monster before him had even more powerful methods.

On the other side of the battlefield, emerging from his mysterious state, Zhong Hu felt his body brimming with power, which was rapidly fading away.