The Purple Scale Demon King, who fought many opponents at once, was pummeled out again by the Battlefield Phantom, beaten until both arms went numb. One could see the Heaven Rank Battlefield Phantom’s strength was truly terrifying!
City Lord Han and the others watched with cold sweat streaming down.
This exhibitionist was a fierce warrior, yet was sent flying twice in the brief exchange. If it were themselves, they’d probably be done for already!
“Keep fighting!”
Jun Changxiao transmitted: “This seat wants to see just how strong this fellow is!”
“…”
Though the Purple Scale Demon King was speechless, he still stomped his foot and charged in again, demonic energy permeating his entire body. First for attack, second for defense.
This cowardly method of preparing defense in advance—he’d never used it even when solo-fighting several Earth Ranks!
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The two engaged in fierce battle again.
Instantly fighting from ground to low altitude, from low altitude to high altitude, powerful forces stirring space until it shattered!
“Boom!”
Before long, the Purple Scale Demon King fell like a cannonball again. Large patches of ground sank once more.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and the others’ mouths twitched.
The Battlefield Phantom appearing this time was truly super strong. If they went to fight, they probably couldn’t withstand even one move.
Jun Changxiao thought: “Without using the Difficult to Accept Blade, if I went I’d also get beaten!”
“Sect Master.”
Ding Xingwang transmitted: “Should we sneak attack?”
He didn’t dare fight the Battlefield Phantom head-on. Taking advantage of Hall Master Purple fighting to pull some tricks—that he had the courage for.
“No.”
Jun Changxiao hastily stopped him: “This fellow’s strength is too great. If you get hit even once, you’ll definitely be in mortal danger.”
Except for the Purple Scale Demon King’s inhuman powerful physique, any other Martial Saint present, as long as they took one punch, would be half-dead if not killed.
In the face of absolute power, without matching cultivation and defense, there was no possibility of battle.
This was still just a Battlefield Phantom without thought or emotion. Encountering a true Heaven Rank powerhouse, the pressure they released could probably easily influence the battle situation!
“Swoosh!”
The Purple Scale Demon King flew out from the crater, eyes flashing with towering fury. Purple demonic energy erupted madly, gathering the phantom of his true form, the Purple Firmament Dao-Transforming Kun, in midair!
“Whoosh!”
Purple energy howled, coiling around his fists!
The Purple Scale Demon King charged to ten zhang distance. With his true form phantom’s enhancement, his giant fist imprint directly tore through space!
Everyone: ∑(O_O;)
“Boom—”
The purple giant fist carried violent power, directly striking the Battlefield Phantom. The latter shot backward with a swoosh.
“Huff! Huff huff!”
The Purple Scale Demon King hung in midair, right hand still in striking position, breathing slightly rapid, forehead gradually beading with sweat.
The true form phantom and comprehensive power eruption was his killing move, but executing it also consumed greatly.
The Battlefield Phantom hung several hundred zhang away. The crimson battle armor bore not a single trace of damage, showing not only formidable strength but excellent equipment too!
“Swoosh!”
Lightly raising its hand, the void gradually blurred.
A crimson battle axe appeared. The moment the Battlefield Phantom gripped it, its eyes flashed even more intensely!
“…”
The Purple Scale Demon King’s mouth twitched.
This king fighting bare-bodied against this armored Heaven Rank was already a huge disadvantage. Now it’s pulled out a battle axe that’s clearly extraordinary—this is really too damn excessive!
Speaking of fighting with full excellent equipment, martial artists from various planes had something to say, because they’d been bullied plenty by the fully-geared Li Qingyang and others!
“Swoosh!”
At this moment, the Battlefield Phantom suddenly swung the battle axe down!
“Crack crack crack—”
One axe fell, space instantly shattered, forming a cold and severe crescent-shaped radiance.
The Purple Scale Demon King’s expression changed. He hastily retreated, clearly not daring to use his physical body to block that radiance condensed by the weapon.
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
The Battlefield Phantom pressed its advantage relentlessly, frequently swinging the battle axe, forming space-tearing radiancebeams after beams.
The Purple Scale Demon King could only dodge in embarrassment. Though each time was a close call, his scalp still went numb with fright.
Damn it!
If this king had his cultivation from the Upper Realm, why would I fear a piece of trash with fancy equipment!
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Axe radiances flew from all directions. Though they failed to hit their target, striking the ground immediately created crisscrossing deep long trenches.
Jun Changxiao frowned: “Getting a bit troublesome.”
The system said: “Host can buy Hall Master Purple an exclusive divine weapon. Perhaps it can reverse the situation!”
“Makes sense!”
Jun Changxiao hastily opened the Divine Weapons Pavilion, then quickly locked onto a pair of gauntlets belonging to hall master exclusives.
“Hall Master Purple has always relied on fists when fighting. Giving him blade or sword type weapons might not let him display effectiveness. These gauntlets should be most suitable.”
“Bought!”
“Ding! Host spent 10,000 contribution points, obtained Hell’s Fury ×1, delivered to spatial ring.”
“Ding! Sect contribution points: 27,750/70,000.”
…
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Outside the stronghold, battle raged fiercely.
Hall Master Purple, completely outmatched in both strength and equipment, was beaten into embarrassment, not even having a chance to counterattack.
“Sect Master!”
He roared in transmission: “I can’t hold on much longer!”
“Hall Master Purple!” Jun Changxiao said: “This seat bestows upon you a divine weapon inherited from antiquity!”
Inherited from antiquity, divine weapon?
The Purple Scale Demon King instantly recalled Li Qingyang’s weapon that could gather tribulation lightning, eyes immediately flashing with light.
As a beast clan demon king, though he didn’t care for weapons forged by humans, he still valued divine weapons—moreover, they might be from the Upper Realm!
“Swoosh!”
Flowing light flew out from within the stronghold!
The Purple Scale Demon King waved his hand. Purple demonic energy enveloped it, instantly pulling it before him.
The next second.
His expression completely collapsed!
The divine weapon appearing before him wasn’t a blade or sword, but a pair of pink gauntlets, each printed with a… heart. (Reference boxing gloves.)
“Sect Master…” The Purple Scale Demon King’s mouth twitched violently: “This… is the divine weapon inherited from antiquity?”
“Correct.”
Jun Changxiao said: “This item is named Hell’s Fury.”
The Purple Scale Demon King nearly sprayed out a mouthful of blood.
Even if it were a dagger, he could reluctantly accept it. But these pink girly-heart gauntlets—were they for fighting or acting cute!
“Swoosh—”
At this moment, the Battlefield Phantom raised the battle axe and swept horizontally. Powerful force directly split space, whipping up gusts of wind.
The Purple Scale Demon King hastily grabbed the gloves and dropped downward.
“Boom!”
Stabilizing his body on the ground, his eyes filled with immense conflict.
“Stop dithering!”
Jun Changxiao transmitted: “Hurry up and put them on, beat the crap out of him!”
“…”
The Purple Scale Demon King lowered his head, looking at the pink gauntlets, saying painfully: “If this king puts these on, his lifetime of glory will be utterly ruined!”
“Swoosh—”
The Battlefield Phantom descended from above, the battle axe in hand flashing with radiance, erupting with explosive flowing lights. Space was instantly torn into strips.
“Trouble!”
Old Ding and the others’ expressions changed drastically.
The Purple Scale Demon King, in the midst of intense struggle, gritted his teeth and finally put on the pink gauntlets!
That moment, his exposed body paired with pink girly-heart gauntlets created a picture that was simply… eye-searing!
“Swoosh!”
Suddenly, the two heart patterns on the gauntlets flashed with radiance. A strange memory traveled along both arms, instantly spreading to his consciousness sea. The Purple Scale Demon King immediately fell into a daze.
“Hall Master Purple, dodge!” Old Ding shouted.
“Dodge?”
At this moment, the Purple Scale Demon King’s consciousness recovered. He raised his head, eyes flashing with the same pink color as the gauntlets, saying proudly: “That’s not this king’s style!”
“Step!”
His body retreated half a step backward. Both arms suddenly raised up, purple hair flying as he roared: “Accept fury from hell!”
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Enhanced by the gauntlets, fist imprints mixing purple and pink colors blasted upward from below, colliding most violently with the axe radiances. Violent power scattered everywhere, space collapsing over large areas!