Not long after, the two historical geniuses of the Meng arrived on their spirit beasts. They jumped down from the back of their spirit beasts when they were still thirty meters above the ground. They landed right outside the battle palace with disdain in their eyes.
They were Xinglong and Xinghen. They had reached the extreme of Heaven's Mandate and were in seclusion to reach the first level of Nirvana. They had left a glorious record in the battle palace, making countless geniuses tremble in fear.
Now that they came out at the same time, the other young cultivators retreated. They knew that these two were unbeatable young kings.
"Where's that half-demon who dares to challenge us?
I'll kill him, I need to go back for seclusion right away. "Xinglong's eyes were frightening. His hair was black and his armor was tattered.
Rumor has it that this armor was dug out from the tomb of a Heaven's Emergence cultivator. It had a strand of dao laws left behind by a dead Heaven's Emergence cultivator. Its defense surpassed a fourth-ranked spirit treasure.
A youth from the Meng came up and said: "That half-demon is in the third realm of death, claiming to be unbeatable in the same level."
"Haha!
Unbeatable in the same level? Him? "
Meng Xinglong's eyes were filled with a fiery light. Killing intent surged from his body as he arrived at the third secret realm of death. He looked at the image on the jade wall and said, "He's already dead."
The Half-Demon Alliance was annoyed. One young half-demon asked: "Who is he?
Why is he so arrogant? "
Xinglong coldly glared at the half-demon and waved his sleeve. A gust of wind blew the half-demon several dozen meters away, causing him to fall to the ground.
A seventh-level Heaven's Mandate couldn't exert much power under the suppression of the meteoric stones. However, Meng Xinglong was still able to unleash a gust of wind to blow away an eighth-level Heaven's Mandate. This was quite frightening.
"Who am I?
You don't even know me? "
Xinglong slowly walked towards the half-demon and squeezed out each word: "I'm Xinghu's older brother, Xinglong.
A damned half-demon crippled my brother's cultivation, not even a hundred half-demons can make up for it. "
"Meng Xinglong, what are you doing?
This is the battle palace! How dare you kill someone here?! "Meng Taiyue could see the murderous intent in Xinglong's eyes.
"Tai Yue, you're a disciple of my Meng Clan. How can you speak for a half-demon?"
Meng Xinghen caught up to Meng Taiyue and patted his shoulder with a cold glint.
Meng Xinghen slapped Meng Taiyue's shoulder twice with a hidden force. Blood gushed out of Meng Taiyue's mouth and his internal organs were ruptured by the hidden force.
Meng Xinglong and Meng Xingheng's arrival suppressed the Half Demon League's momentum with a strong stance.
Many cultivators gathered outside the Secret Realm of Death, including many ancient grotto-heavens and immortal mansions. However, they all shook their heads. Meng Clan was a great clan with a long history after all. A few half-demons couldn't contend against them. Today, they would surely suffer a bloody suppression.
The half-demon in the Secret Realm of Death might be strong, but he definitely wasn't Xinglong's match. Plus, the Meng Clan also had Xinghen, both of whom were at the extreme realm of Heaven's Mandate. Their battle prowess was unbeatable in this realm.
Historical geniuses at the early ninth-level were already unstoppable. Xinglong and Xinghen were at peak ninth-level Heaven's Mandate and could fight against ordinary Enlightened Beings.
Xinglong sneered: "Of course I won't kill inside the battle palace, but crippling a few half-demons is a piece of cake."
Although Meng Xinglong's power was suppressed by the meteoric spirit stone, he was still as ferocious as before. He stomped on the ground and shattered a piece of jade. His body was like a ferocious tiger as he punched towards the dantian of the half-demon in front of him.
His fist glowed with a white brilliance and grew larger as if it had turned into a piece of divine metal.
"Xinglong, you're going too far!"
Eight ninth-level Heaven's Mandate half-demons came to help in order to stop Xinglong's attack.
"Boom!"
Eight ninth-level Heaven's Mandate half-demons vomited blood at the same time and got blown away. They couldn't stop Xinglong's fist at all.
"Ants, the power of a historical genius isn't something you can imagine."
Xinglong's armor emitted a faint glow. His fist turned into a star with an even more terrifying power, forcing the seniors to take a few steps back.
The half-demon in front of Xinglong was pale from fear. He mustered up his courage, wanting to fight to the death.
At this moment, a handsome and carefree figure stood in front of him. His eyes were faintly red, and he exuded an unruly heroic aura. Balls of flames appeared on his hands, condensing into a cloud of fire, and he pushed them out.
"Boom!"
Meng Xinglong's punch felt like it had hit an iron wall. A scorching and terrifying power surged back from his fist, directly sending him flying. His body flew back dozens of meters before he could stand firm.
Meng Xinglong looked at his burnt fist, then at the valiant and formidable-looking young man, and frowned deeply.
Feng Feiyun put away the flames and glared at Xinglong: "So this is all a historical genius can do."
The Half-Demon Alliance was stunned for a moment before becoming ecstatic. They knew that Brother Feng had the upper hand in that exchange. Even Xinglong was blown away. 'Oh god!
Brother Feng's battle prowess was simply too powerful.
"Who says there are no experts among the half-demons?
Brother Feng is the strongest among us, unbeatable in the same level. "
A beautiful Half-Demon Alliance girl brought a cup of tea for Feng Feiyun. She looked at Feng Feiyun shyly and lowered her head after Feng Feiyun accepted the cup.
"Thank you!" Feng Feiyun took a sip and returned the cup.
The Half-Demon Alliance girl was flattered. No one had ever said thank you to her before. Her face turned even redder as she stammered: "You must defeat those geniuses from the Meng. They have many half-demon slaves. Some are sent to mines while the beautiful ones are sent to lowly brothels. They are treated worse than slaves.
You must defeat them and let them know that there are experts among us, not lowly creatures that can be humiliated at will. "
There were tears in her eyes. She considered Feng Feiyun as her hero and didn't want him to be defeated by the geniuses of the Meng.
The cultivators from the Half-Demon Alliance became silent, clenching their fists and teeth. They were powerful existences among half-demons. Being able to join the Half-Demon Alliance meant that their lives were better. Countless half-demons lived ten times, no, a hundred times more miserable than them. It was like living in hell.
Feng Feiyun spoke seriously: "Don't worry, no one in the same generation can defeat me!"
"Arrogant."
Xinglong snorted and shook his fist: "I didn't even use thirty percent of my power. If I go all out, I can defeat you within ten moves."
"Is that so?
Then let's fight in the realm of death! "
Feng Feiyun didn't even look at Xinglong. He walked to the beautiful attendant and asked: "Miss, how many spirit stones did I win?"
"Three in a row.
You've won a total of 70 spirit stones, and after deducting the 10 spirit stones you've won from the other two battles and the 10 spirit stones you've bet on the battle palace, you'll receive a total of 60 spirit stones if you forfeit the next battle. "
Lan Wanjing's words were trying to dissuade Feng Feiyun from fighting Xinglong. After all, Xinglong had won eighteen battles in a row in the battle palace. He was very strong.
She didn't think Feng Feiyun was Xinglong's match. After all, there weren't many geniuses who could win eighteen battles in a row.
"So little!" Feng Feiyun was a bit dissatisfied.
Lan Wanjing's face was elegant but cold: "If you can win the next battle, you'll get eighty stones immediately."
"Alright!"
Feng Feiyun signed the agreement again and entered the realm of death.
Xinglong was not afraid of Feng Feiyun. He signed the agreement without hesitation. After entering the realm, he was no longer suppressed by the Meteorite Stones. His body suddenly rose to the sky, like a dragon coming into being, looking down on everything.
A wave of spirit energy that was visible to the naked eye spread out from his body like ripples in the sky. He reached out a finger and pointed at the sky. A sword wave a meter in diameter pierced toward Feng Feiyun.
"Dream Sword Wave."
This was one of the Meng Family's precious arts. Its power was extremely great, and it was created by a great sage of the Meng Family in his later years. That great sage's cultivation reached the heavens, and he once used this sword wave to shatter a meteor in outer space.
Feng Feiyun used Swift Samsara and his body turned into a whirlwind. He shuttled through the realm so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
Meng Xinglong's body also turned into a whirlwind, unleashing a type of rapid speed. Within the whirlwind, he pointed with his finger again, and another Xuan Dream Sword Wave flew out.
Feng Feiyun used his hand as a blade and slashed in the air. A golden dragon flew out from his arm, bringing with it a strong tearing force. It met the Dream Sword Wave head-on. When the two collided, the entire realm shook violently.
"Boundless Dharma."
Feng Feiyun put his hands together and his body burst with dazzling golden light. He slowly pushed out a golden Buddha's hand, pressing down on Xinglong.
Sensing the might of the Buddhist palm silhouette, Meng Xinglong hastily mobilized the ancient armour he was wearing to summon out a strand of the aura of an Ascension stage cultivator. Although he was incapable of blocking the Buddhist palm silhouette, he was still sent flying hundreds of li away, smashing apart countless boulders.
If it were not for his ancient armor, Feng Feiyun's palm would have killed him.