Sage Monarch

Two top masters were facing off.

And Yang Qi was going to try to win the fight without using any magical treasures. Truth be told, he couldn't publicly use any of his really powerful treasures, even if he wanted to. It would cause too much of a stir. Even if he became the savior of the sect, there was no way that the sect's leadership would simply ignore the fact that he had objects from the legion of gods. And that wasn't to mention how the Executors of the Ancient Road would react.

The Engine of the One God and the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart were consummate god items, but at the same time, they were so attractive that they could prove deadly. Considering so many people were present and watching his every move, he had to rely on only himself in this situation.

There was no question about it: this junior superintendent was going to be an extremely formidable opponent, and fighting him was going to be very dangerous. However, it would also be a chance for Yang Qi to improve himself. Hopefully, he could gain further enlightenment of the True-Devil Unspoiled-by-Myriad-Kalpas-and-Tribulations Body, and figure out more ways to combine it with the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.

Although the junior superintendent didn't have Terrifying will convergence, his fighting prowess was on the level of a Terrifying expert. Therefore, Yang Qi couldn't afford to take him lightly.

As they faced off and looked each other in the eyes, the junior superintendent stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. He seemed calm, but his eyes pulsed with killing intent. Meanwhile, Yang Qi's battle robe rippled, and he kept his true energy hidden, making it seem like he was ready to move at any moment.

Although fighting had yet to break out, everyone could sense the atmosphere growing extremely tense. This was like a fight between a dragon and a tiger, and on top of that, the disciples present knew that, regardless of what happened, they would be able to learn a lot.

After all, this was almost the same as two Terrifying experts clashing in battle.

"Die," the junior superintendent suddenly said. Although he was somewhat shaken by Yang Qi's show of strength, he was tired of the face-off, so he shot forward, curled his hand into a claw, and reached out toward Yang Qi, his fingers pitch black and pulsing with an aura like that of a wretch-god.

"That's the Black Sun Wretch-God Claw!" the sectlord hissed, as if to offer a warning to Yang Qi.

However, Yang Qi wasn't listening. Instead, he met the claw attack with his own. In the blink of an eye, an icy and cold aura erupted from within him as he drew on King Hell-Freezer's deadly Hell-Freezing God Claw. He added in elements from his own constitution, as well as power from the True-Devil Unspoiled-by-Myriad-Kalpas-and-Tribulations Body.

The two claws met and both parties trembled as the space around them cracked and crumbled. Clearly, the two attacks were evenly matched.

'I can't believe this guy is so strong!' the junior superintendent thought as his arm began to grow numb. Of course, there was no way he could know that his opponent was using both the Unspoiled Body and the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.

The former technique was all about having a body that could withstand numerous tribulations, and the latter provided power that could conquer every obstacle. Together, they were virtually invincible.

That said, the Executors of the Ancient Road had strong bodies as well, and the clash caused Yang Qi's energy and blood to tremble. Now that he had a taste of how strong the junior superintendent was, he realized more than ever that he had to unleash all of his abilities to the utmost level if he wanted to keep the upper hand in the fight.

Strike first, achieve lethality. Strike second, meet calamity.

He rushed forward, looking almost like a drunk flailing about. Of course, he wasn't drunk, but using a unique tactic called the True-Devil Kalpa-Projection God-Dao.

Instantly, it was as if the winds of doomsday had sprung up in all directions, seeking to seep into the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth of everyone they touched to turn them into ash.

Simultaneously, his left hand drew on the Hand of the One God, sending out such countless variations that the junior superintendent couldn't possibly evade them all. The Executors of the Ancient Road were physically tougher than all other types of immortals, but not even they could stand up directly to the combination of the Unspoiled Body and the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.

The power of kalpas and tribulations mixed with the force of hell, as well as the fundamental truth encompassed in the saying common among the Devilfolk sages and mahātmās, I will sacrifice myself and go to hell before I let anyone else do so.

From the very first clash, there were chief elders and other astute individuals who realized that, although Yang Qi might not win this fight, there was a very distinct possibility that he wouldn't lose it. But then Yang Qi unleashed his second move, and looks of shock appeared everywhere as they realized how unprecedentedly strong it was.

Peaklord Grand Might's face was ashen as he realized that, if he were standing in the place of the junior superintendent, he might not have been able to throw up a defense in time.

'This is horrible!' he thought venomously. 'I have to figure out a way to get rid of him!'

Meanwhile, a look of surprise was on the face of Peaklord Memory, who was also shocked by what she was seeing. She had personally scanned Yang Qi, but hadn't noticed anything about him that would indicate he was this strong.

Truth be told, without his advances thanks to the Unspoiled Body, Yang Qi wouldn't have been a match for the junior superintendent. That said, he might have been able to last for fifty moves.

For the first time up to this point, a serious expression was seen on the junior superintendent's face. Then, he spoke in a voice that was so piercing and grating it seemed to pierce all the way to the nascent divinities of everyone who heard it, "Die!"

'That's the Wretch-God Needle-Prick Devil-Voice!' the sectlord thought. Apparently, he could almost immediately identify just about any energy art or daoist technique.

The devil voice technique immediately threw Yang Qi off his rhythm. In response, the junior superintendent's five fingers clenched into a fist that glowed with golden vajra light. Rushing forward with unstoppable momentum, the junior superintendent launched a deadly fist strike.

'It's the Hidden-Child Great-Wheel Ultimate-Brightness Fist!' Yet again, the sectlord immediately identified the technique, which was a consummate divine ability from one of the buddhist schools. Although it wasn't on the same level as the Secret-Ensconcing All-World Anything-Everything Fundamental-Law Magic, it still contained majestic attack power. With it, the junior superintendent would have been able to destroy the meridians of virtually any opponent he faced.

Even a Terrifying expert would have been forced to concede in the face of it.

Expression flickering, Yang Qi quickly switched to forceful palm techniques from the Unspoiled Body. Palms slammed into palms as Yang Qi fought almost without thinking, drawing on the powers of tribulations within him.

Explosions and shockwaves rippled out, and the junior superintendent was starting to look very nervous as it was obvious that, after several dozen exchanges, the two of them were roughly evenly matched.

"Well done," he said. "You're the first person beneath the Terrifying level who has ever been a match for me. I guess I'll have to show you a consummate technique I bitterly cultivated for a hundred million years! Wretch-God Ultimate's Legendary Sutra!"

A black flow of energy appeared behind him, then swirled into the shape of a black sun, in the middle of which sat a wretch-god formed from countless magical symbols.

"Is that really the Wretch-God Ultimate's Legendary Sutra from the god world?!" the sectlord said, his face falling. "Junior Superintendent, you're one of the Executors of the Ancient Road! How could you cultivate an evil scripture like that?"

According to legends, there were many wretch-gods in the god world, but their leader was named Ultimate. He had united the countless wretch-gods, and penned the scripture which later came to be known as Wretch-God Ultimate's Legendary Sutra. In fact, he was so powerful that he could even fight King Immortal-Slayer.

When that ability was unleashed, a myriad of worlds could be turned into dust.

Black light burned like the hottest fire, and black fire appeared in the junior superintendent's hand, flames so hot they could burn gods, and represented an ultimate dao.

Wretch-God Ultimate's Obsidian Flame.

"Don't let it touch you!" the sectlord said. "Rely on your agility to avoid it. Nobody can possibly withstand a blow from Wretch-God Ultimate's Obsidian Flame!"

"Oh really?" Yang Qi said. "There's no need for you to worry, Sectlord. Not only can I accept this Wretch-God Ultimate's Obsidian Flame, but I can even use it to temper my body."

To the wide-eyed shock of everyone present, Yang Qi rose up straight and tall, making him seem like the perfect representation of a man. Then he clenched his hand into a fist and punched out toward the black flame.

He was instantly engulfed with black fire, causing astonishing popping and hissing noises to fill the area.

"So, the brat's finally going to die," Peaklord Grand Might said. "He underestimated the power of Wretch-God Ultimate's Obsidian Flame. Either that, or he was just looking to get killed."

When the sectlord noticed how Peaklord Grand Might was gloating in Yang Qi's misfortune, he shook his head. Even when the sect was in dire trouble, Peaklord Grand Might couldn't keep his mind on the big picture or refrain from infighting. The sectlord resolved to give him a stern warning when all of this was over, lest he bring about even greater catastrophe.

Meanwhile, as the black flame engulfed Yang Qi, it inflicted immense pain onto his skin, prompting him to draw on the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth. Thus, he used the fire to benefit himself, cleansing himself of certain side-effects caused by the Unspoiled Body. And the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth also benefited from the influx of wretch-god vital energy.

Even engulfed as he was in black fire, he prepared to sustain another blow from the junior superintendent.

"Ultimate Wretch-God!" the junior superintendent said, releasing another fist strike.

His eyes shone with wretched light as he pushed the evil sutra to its limits, causing wretch energy to abound and turning the surrounding area into a kingdom of wretched evil.

Looking at Yang Qi, he was convinced that the roiling black flames were eating away at him. Perhaps he could hold out for a short time, but his meridians would eventually be so badly damaged that he would collapse into ash.

Thus, the two of them fought back and forth. Everyone looking on could detect something like the aura of a Terrifying expert coming from the black flames, and knew that if they raged out of control, their own nascent divinities would be seriously injured.

Wretch-God Ultimate's Obsidian Flame was hot enough to burn anything and everything.

Even the Terrifying chief elders were covered in goosebumps; they couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be covered in a fire like that. Yet Yang Qi was able to keep fighting under these conditions? Was he even human?