Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!
Chapter 45: Heavenly Dragon Demonic Flame_1

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Heavenly Dragon Demonic Flame_1

Seeing the two about to clash, the cheering army also quieted down, staring tensely toward Death Bone Mountain. The atmosphere grew heavy.

Heaven and Earth fell silent; only the sounds of falling rain, whistling wind, and cracking thunder filled the air!

Qin Wudao and Duan Yonghui stood atop the mountain, their expressions solemn. The Spiritual Energy within their bodies circulated rapidly as they stared intently at each other, searching for an opening to deliver a fatal blow.

The aura emanating from the two grew increasingly terrifying, perceptible even from several miles away.

Even many Transcendent Realm Martial Artists felt a tinge of pressure. They could not help but gasp, their hearts filled with shock and a hint of jealousy.

It had taken them hundreds of years to cultivate to this realm. But Qin Wudao and Duan Yonghui? They were not even twenty years old!

"We’re old; this is a young people’s world now!" a Martial Artist sighed, voicing the thoughts of many. Filled with a sense of resignation, they continued to watch the battle.

"KILL!"

After a brief stalemate, Duan Yonghui was the first to attack. Demonic flames billowed from his entire body, coalescing above him into a ferocious, clawing black fire dragon that radiated an unparalleled Evil Qi.

The dragon’s roar echoed in all directions, its majesty supreme.

This black fire dragon was the aspect he had comprehended through observation, and also a terrifying technique.

"Five Elements Sword Art!"

Qin Wudao’s eyebrow twitched. The Xuanyuan Sword flipped in his hand, and five streams of sword light, each a different color and radiating an earth-shattering aura, condensed in the Void.

The swords’ radiance was incomparably sharp!

BOOM!

Under the gazes of countless onlookers, the two attacks fiercely collided. The demonic fire burned the Sword Qi, while the Sword Qi ravaged the demonic fire. Eventually, they neutralized each other and dissipated into nothingness.

"FIGHT!"

The two roared simultaneously and clashed in a chaotic melee. One would thrust with a sword, the other would counter with a palm strike. Numerous afterimages flickered across Death Bone Mountain, and many Martial Artists with lower cultivation levels could not clearly perceive the state of the battle.

In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged dozens of blows.

Occasionally, a stream of Sword Qi or a blast of palm energy would strike the mountain peak, gouging out deep craters.

"Qin Wudao, you’re quite something, to make this Saint Heir use sixty percent of his strength!"

After another fierce exchange, Duan Yonghui disengaged from the battle, standing a hundred zhang away. He stared coldly at Qin Wudao, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent.

He had initially believed that with his strength, he could easily defeat Qin Wudao, especially since he possessed a mid-stage Nirvana Realm cultivation.

However, he had never imagined that Qin Wudao, with merely an early-stage Nirvana Realm cultivation, could fight him to a standstill. Crucially, Qin Wudao was two years younger than him—not even sixteen yet. This was something he could not tolerate.

He was arrogant, domineering, cruel, and selfish!

He would not permit any prodigy more talented than himself to exist; once discovered, they had to be destroyed.

"You’re not bad yourself," Qin Wudao replied casually. He, too, wanted to temper his own abilities and gauge his true strength. Thus, in his fight against Duan Yonghui, he had only used about thirty percent of his power.

It seems pretty good, looking at it now!

"Dark Demon Body, activate!"

However, Qin Wudao’s words sounded like ridicule and mockery to Duan Yonghui. Enraged, he unleashed the divine ability linked to his special constitution.

A peculiar energy spread outward. Any part of the Void this energy touched was instantly enveloped by Demonic Qi, turning pitch black—so dark that even the sun’s radiance could not penetrate it.

In the blink of an eye, this expanse of the Void had transformed into deepest night, a demonic domain.

"HEHEHE..."

"Devour billions of living beings, destroy the world!"

"When the Dark Demon descends, all creation shall be extinguished..."

One bloodcurdling cry after another echoed from the demonic domain, as if countless demons and monsters were roaring. The sounds sent shivers down the spines of all who heard them.

"Within this demonic domain, I, the Saint Heir, am king! I am invincible! Qin Wudao, you are doomed!" Duan Yonghui’s haughty voice boomed from the dark world, filled with insufferable arrogance, causing the experts of the Qin Empire to worry silently.

The Qin Emperor gazed at Death Bone Mountain, now shrouded in darkness. His right hand rested on his imperial sword, emanating a dense killing intent.

"Your Majesty, let us wait a little longer. We must have faith in His Highness, the Crown Prince!" Bai Qi said in a low voice, yet his tone couldn’t help but betray his concern.

"Do you think His Highness can win?" Wu Ming and his two companions had also come to the front lines. The speaker was Wang Lingling, her delicate, pretty face showing a hint of hidden killing intent.

"He will definitely win!" Wu Ming declared resolutely. The thought that Qin Wudao might lose had never crossed his mind.

Meanwhile, the experts of the Holy Fire Sect were all smiling, their expressions relaxed as they awaited the moment of victory. They had witnessed the power of the Dark Demon Body before; even Transcendent Realm Martial Artists, if enveloped by the demonic domain, would undoubtedly perish.

"Aren’t you celebrating a bit too soon?"

Just then, Qin Wudao’s calm voice drifted out. Immediately afterward, countless strands of white light appeared, imbued with a piercing sharpness, and began to tear apart the black demonic domain.

All Demonic Qi that came into contact with the white light instantly dispersed, like mice encountering a cat.

Within moments, more than half of the demonic domain shrouding Death Bone Mountain had dissipated, revealing Qin Wudao’s figure. He stood with his sword in his right hand, unleashing innumerable streams of Sword Qi.

BOOM!

Countless strands of white light converged, forming an immense stream of Sword Qi. It emanated an unparalleled aura, capable of annihilating all creation and transcending all swords.

At that instant, every Swordsman present felt their heart tremble.

At that instant, all battle swords lost their sharpness, submitting to this Sword Qi.

This one sword strike illuminated the Nine Provinces and astounded time and space itself.

"This is... Sword Intent!" Duan Yonghui cried out, his expression turning incredibly unsightly. Among the powers capable of countering a special constitution was the power of Intent. However, comprehending an Intent was exceedingly difficult, even rarer than possessing a special constitution.

He had never imagined that Qin Wudao could comprehend Sword Intent!

"What? It’s actually Sword Intent!"

The experts of both the Qin Empire and the Holy Fire Sect were stunned, as they all understood the formidable power of Sword Intent.

The tides of battle had shifted once more! The expressions of the Holy Fire Sect’s experts turned grim, while those on the Qin Empire’s side were overjoyed.

"Don’t panic. Before coming, I gave the Heavenly Dragon Demonic Flame to the Saint Heir!" Duan Wanjiang declared in a deep voice, showing no sign of alarm. Upon hearing this, the Holy Fire Sect’s experts regained their composure, and faint, cold sneers appeared on their faces.

The Heavenly Dragon Demonic Flame was an inherited treasure of the Holy Fire Sect and also the origin of the sect’s name. It was a spiritual fire of heaven and earth, and its eruptive power was said to be irresistible to anyone below the Saint Realm.

"Impossible... How could you possibly comprehend Sword Intent!" Duan Yonghui’s face was contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot. The killing intent he exuded was so potent it seemed almost tangible. Deep within his heart, a sense of dread inexplicably arose, and he roared furiously, "DIE! I’LL KILL YOU!"

"Heavenly Dragon Demonic Flame, come forth!"

A dragon-shaped flame erupted from Duan Yonghui’s body and soared towards the sky, roaring. The falling raindrops instantly transformed into fireballs, igniting the vegetation on Death Bone Mountain, which began to burn fiercely.

In an instant, the mountain peak was transformed into a sea of fire.

The massive mountain itself was incinerated into molten rock, revealing skeletal remains that had been buried for countless years.

"This is bad! The Crown Prince is in danger!"

The expressions of the Qin Emperor, Li Si, Bai Qi, and the others changed drastically. They, too, recognized the Heavenly Dragon Demonic Flame and knew full well the terror this flame represented.

Even the expression of the Qin Grand Ancestor turned grave. He had faith in Qin Wudao’s strength, but when he thought of the terrifying nature of the Heavenly Dragon Demonic Flame... that was something from which even he would have to keep a considerable distance.