"But Chu Feng, a half-step Emperor Armament is still a half-step Emperor Armament. No matter how strong your Evil God Sword is, it cannot match my Emperor Armament—let alone the fact that my cultivation far surpasses yours."
The Yin Yang Immortal struck without warning the moment those words left his lips. The moment the Ancient Crocodile Bodybreaker Blade left his hands, golden light surged forth and a strange, guttural roar echoed outward, shaking everything in all directions. It was the roar of an ancient crocodile—as if it intended to devour every living thing under heaven.
"Whether it's stronger or weaker, we'll only know after we test it." Yet, faced with the Yin Yang Immortal's attack, Chu Feng showed not the slightest fear. Gripping the Evil God Sword, he charged straight in.
*Sizzle, raaaah—*
Chu Feng's Evil God Sword slashed forward with devastating force, and immediately, ghosts wailed and wolves howled. As the blood-red blade swept across the horizon, dense clouds of crimson coalesced in the sky above. The blood clouds churned violently, and bolts of crimson lightning crackled through them, raining down upon the golden crocodile avatar in relentless succession.
Yet, under the assault of that blood-red lightning, the golden crocodile avatar could do nothing but endure the punishment—there was not even a hint of a counterattack.
"How can this be?"
"What on earth is going on?"
In that instant, even the Yin Yang Immortal was stunned. Chu Feng's crimson slash was powerful—powerful enough to contend with his own.
That alone was already astonishing, considering it was a half-step Emperor Armament. By all reason, it should not have been able to stand toe-to-toe with a true Emperor Armament.
But what was happening before his very eyes? The phenomenon conjured by the Evil God Sword was actually suppressing the phenomenon generated by the Ancient Crocodile Bodybreaker Blade.
Weapons were, at the end of the day, still weapons—they needed a wielder to command them. But Chu Feng's Evil God Sword seemed to possess a mind of its own, launching attacks against its opponent entirely of its own volition, without any input from Chu Feng.
"Now is not the time for staring." Chu Feng launched another onslaught against the Yin Yang Immortal, even fiercer than before.
Now that he had drawn the Evil God Sword, Chu Feng could no longer hold anything back. He would either emerge victorious or die—there was no third option.
"Come, then! I refuse to believe this! I am a sixth-grade Martial Emperor—there's no way I can't beat a mere first-grade Martial Emperor. And this is an authentic ancient Emperor Armament—there's absolutely no way it loses to some half-step Emperor Armament!"
The Yin Yang Immortal refused to concede. Gripping the Ancient Crocodile Bodybreaker Blade, he clashed with Chu Feng once more.
*BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—*
The Ancient Crocodile Bodybreaker Blade and the blood-red Evil God Sword collided again and again, neither gaining a clear advantage. Even if the Ancient Crocodile Bodybreaker Blade held a slight edge, it was not by much.
But high above in the sky, the phenomenon conjured by the Evil God Sword grew ever more ferocious. The sky-spanning blood clouds and the sky-spanning crimson lightning were not only intensifying—they had already completely overshadowed the phenomenon generated by the Ancient Crocodile Bodybreaker Blade.
Moreover, from within those blood clouds, a pair of enormous crimson hands began to emerge. The hands were skeletal in shape, yet stained a deep, visceral red—as though they had been formed from countless pools of fresh blood. Their razor-sharp fingernails gleamed like blades, and one of them seized the golden crocodile avatar by the head, plunging directly into its eyes.
That blood-red skeletal hand had actually pierced through the golden crocodile avatar's eyes.
*ROAAAAR—*
Whether by intent or coincidence, the golden crocodile avatar—merely a phenomenon, something devoid of any consciousness—let out a wretched, anguished cry.
"Damn it—what is that?! What the hell is that?!!!"
Even though he was evenly matched with Chu Feng, and even held the upper hand, the Yin Yang Immortal grew increasingly horrified. What Chu Feng wielded was not remotely like a weapon—it was more like a demon.
In truth, it was not only the Yin Yang Immortal who was shaken. Even Chu Feng himself felt his blood run cold. Though he had already endured the backlash and knew full well the Evil God Sword's sinister nature, he had never imagined it could be this evil.
It was supposedly nothing more than a half-step Emperor Armament, yet its manifestations were far beyond what should have been possible. This was no ordinary weapon—this was a terrifying demon. Chu Feng was fighting with a demon at his side.