"Who are you?"
Feeling the powerful force coming from her wrist, Duan Siyu's blood-red pupils suddenly shrank. This was definitely not a power that a strong man in the early stage of the Venerable Realm could possess.
"He's just a dying man. Even if you know our identities, what can you do?"
With a slight force of his fingers, he pushed away Duan Siyu's claws, and Di Jiu pulled Sikong Nan away.
Facing this strange half-demon body, it would be better for her to stay away from it.
"Help me guard the surroundings and don't let other warriors enter the battlefield. I want to test the strength of this half-demon body."
After sending Sikong Nan to a safe distance away from the battlefield, Di Jiu gave Sikong Nan some instructions, and then he rushed towards Duan Siyu again.
Duan Siyu's strength, which far exceeded that of an artificial half-demon body, gave him a bit of interest in exploring.
"Who are you, sir? Why are you so intent on dealing with us two brothers? Although we two brothers have practiced magic, it seems that there is no deep hatred between us, right?"
Staring intently at the black-robed man who was running straight towards her, Duan Siyu felt both resentment and confusion.
He resented them for killing his brother, and he wondered why they would attack both of them.
Dressed in black robes and black masks, it seems that only people from the underworld are here. The only connection between the two brothers and the underworld was the Potential Dragon Ranking Championship four years ago.
And in that competition for the Potential Dragon Ranking, it was the two brothers who suffered losses.
He didn't believe that just because of the little conflict that happened in the Hidden Dragon Ranking Competition, a master who was at least in the middle stage of the Venerable Realm would take action against them.
"You talk too much!"
With the use of the sunflower body technique, Emperor Jiu instantly turned into a stream of light and appeared in front of Duan Siyu.
Immediately afterwards, a fist containing the power of icy purgatory was swung and headed straight for Duan Siyu's chest.
Such a fast speed? ! !
Duan Siyu stared closely at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in front of her, and her thoughts raced.
Fight, but it seems like I can’t win.
It seems that there is no escape.
No matter how you look at it, he is in a situation where he is doomed to die.
"Dragon Fist."
Thoughts raced through his mind, and his hands moved quickly.
Faced with the biting cold approaching his body, Duan Siyu decisively threw a punch.
So what if he is doomed to die? He still has to avenge his brother.
If he was doomed to die, he would fight his way out.
“Crack.”
The power of ice was fierce. As soon as Duan Siyu's fist collided with Di Jiu's fist, an extremely cold power of ice began to spread on Duan Siyu's fist.
What a terrifying ice power!!!
Looking at the purgatory ice that froze his entire fist in an instant, Duan Siyu suddenly activated the power of the half-demon bloodline in his body.
"Boom!"
The purgatory ice exploded, and pieces of ice containing powerful demonic energy instantly turned into exquisite hidden weapons and shot towards the vital parts of Emperor Jiu.
"clang!"
A loud bell rang out, and a huge golden bell appeared out of thin air, blocking the ice fragments.
"The Golden Bell Cover of the Great Perfection Realm?!"
"Are you a Zen Buddhist?!"
Duan Siyu stared at the golden bell in front of him that blocked the ice fragments, and his mind suddenly began to wander.
Zen?
Looking at Duan Siyu who was staring at him with fear across from him, Di Jiu suddenly felt happy, and a strange idea came to his mind.
"Amitabha."
"Since you have discovered my identity, I will ask you to go on your journey."
After pretending to put his hands together and chanting a Buddhist name, Emperor Jiu raised his hand and unleashed a basic Zen boxing technique, the Vajra Fist.
"The Vajra Fist of the Great Perfection?!"
Looking at the golden fist coming straight towards her, Duan Siyu's mouth twitched slightly.
Two elementary martial arts that have reached the state of great perfection. Are all Zen people so perverted?
"Dragon Claw."
The internal skills were running rapidly, and Duan Siyu used a martial art inherited from the demon bloodline.
“Crunch.”
A harsh sound of metal friction was heard, and sparks suddenly flew out from Duan Siyu's fingertips.
"Such hard claws."
Feeling the slight hardness from his fist, a hint of doubt flashed in Di Jiu's eyes.
Is a half-demon body really that strong? This powerful fighting power is enough to rival some ordinary mid-stage Venerable Realm experts.
And this strange palm doesn't seem to be the result of some kind of cultivation.
There is a big secret about this Duan Siyu.
"Blocked...blocked?"
Looking at the golden fist that was successfully intercepted by his claws, Duan Siyu began to examine his own strength for the first time.
With the martial arts inherited from his bloodline, he might be able to escape successfully.
"I have learned almost everything I wanted to know. It is time to take you on your journey."
With a quick glance at the light gradually brightening in Duan Siyu's eyes, Di Jiu instantly understood his thoughts.
"Sunflower Body Movement."
With a slight move of his feet, Emperor Jiu appeared in front of Duan Siyu in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a huge frost dragon was blasted out by Emperor Jiu's punch, freezing Duan Siyu completely.
Ice Purgatory Fist, a martial art that is a fusion of the Ice Purgatory Art and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
"Sir, is it done?"
A pleasant voice sounded, and Sikong Nan, dressed in a green robe and holding a bloody sword, appeared not far from Di Jiu.
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