Chapter 2066: Chaos Demon Staff Technique

Yuan Miu asked solemnly, "May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?"

"My surname is Qin."

Qin Sang bowed.

"So it is Daoist Qin," Yuan Miu nodded, raising a hand and pointing towards the horizon. "This is not a place for combat; please follow me."

With that, Yuan Miu soared into the sky, his body like a streak of fire, breaking through the heavens. Qin Sang and the other two followed him in flight.

The Zhu Yan clan expert who had previously fought Ji Hong could not hold back. He scratched the back of his head, tossed out, "You all stay here and guard," and then eagerly pursued them.

Battles between experts held an unparalleled fascination for every Zhu Yan clan member. The remaining clansmen were agitated, scratching their ears and cheeks, but fortunately, their reason prevailed, and they understood their duties.

Yuan Miu led the group, flying towards the sky's edge.

Along the way, Si Lu recalled something and sent a voice transmission: "This is merely a spar between two individuals; let's not disturb other Daoists."

Should news of this battle leak out, it would undoubtedly cause an uproar among the entire Zhu Yan clan, creating a spectacle far grander than they desired.

Yuan Miu hummed in slight reluctance. The Zhu Yan clan was warlike and skilled at gaining experience through combat. Observing a battle between experts would be a rare opportunity for their descendants.

Even if Yuan Miu were to lose in front of his entire clan, he wouldn't consider it a loss of face; it would merely mean he was outmatched. At worst, he would return, train diligently, and try again in the future!

However, since the guest had made the request, he found it difficult to refuse. He cast a spell to conceal their aura fluctuations.

Qin Sang and the others sped through the sky, the scenery below flowing past them.

Given that the teleportation array was located here, this was undoubtedly a vital hub for the Zhu Yan clan. Surprisingly, the Zhu Yan clan had not built magnificent immortal cities here like other variant human races.

The surroundings presented a natural landscape: countless unusually shaped peaks stood on the ground, rivers flowed continuously, and forests were lush and green.

The Zhu Yan clansmen lived in the mountains and wilds. Occasionally, figures could be seen emerging from beneath the tree canopy, and many others moved and leaped between treetops and vines, using them as pathways.

Even the mortal Zhu Yan clansmen were strong, agile, and capable of restraining tigers and leopards.

However, they were not wild beasts living on raw meat and and blood. They also built exquisite dwellings, and their intelligence was no less than that of humans. It was simply that their nature was to be close to the natural world, and their daily lives were fully integrated with it.

Besides the Zhu Yan clan, Qin Sang also saw other variant human races.

It was normal to see members of other imperial clans among the Zhu Yan, but Qin Sang noticed one particular variant human race was exceptionally numerous. The number he saw was only slightly less than that of the Zhu Yan clansmen.

The members of this race had long, slender limbs, fair skin, and somewhat peculiar faces. They had abundant hair on their cheeks and two patterns below their eyelids, giving them a perpetually smiling appearance. They also spoke in soft, gentle voices.

Compared to the Zhu Yan clan, who often had wide, belligerent eyes and seemed eager for a fight, these people were clearly much more amicable.

He couldn't help but wonder which tribe this was and how the Zhu Yan clan could tolerate so many of them entering their territory.

"This is the You Yan clan," Ji Hong transmitted. "Though they are not a supreme clan, they are said to be quite powerful. There are even rumors that they can stand on equal footing with the Zhu Yan clan, though with different responsibilities, governing other imperial clans together. Of course, outsiders find it hard to know the full truth; the Zhu Yan clan has always been the dominant force, and the You Yan should not yet be able to challenge their position."

Qin Sang acknowledged this, making a mental note. Given the You Yan clan's high status, he would undoubtedly have to deal with them if he were to establish a Daoist training ground here in the future.

As they spoke, Yuan Miu, who was ahead, slowed down and led the group towards a towering, solitary peak that stood out from the rest.

This peak had nearly sheer cliffs on all four sides. A flat, expansive stone platform, perfectly square, had been carved out at its summit, making it an excellent combat arena.

Such arenas were common here; nearly every mountaintop had been leveled and transformed into stone platforms of varying sizes. As they flew, they observed that most of these arenas had people sparring, both cultivators and mortals, surrounded by numerous spectators and continuous cheers.

It was clear that the Zhu Yan clan's reputation for belligerence was truly well-deserved!

"Boom!"

Yuan Miu landed, struck out a jade talisman, and stomped his foot heavily. Immediately, the arena vibrated slightly, and crimson light rose from all four sides. This crimson light transformed into a shimmering barrier, within which strands of light intertwined to form a smooth net of light covering the entire platform.

Simultaneously, shimmering light glided across the surface of the net, concealing all unusual phenomena within, making it impossible to see from outside.

Yuan Miu turned and explained to Qin Sang, "Daoist Qin, do not worry. This formation is only to prevent stray energy from escaping and causing damage; it will not affect our combat in any way. Our clan's battles have no rigid rules; if one feels outmatched, they simply declare defeat aloud, otherwise, being killed or maimed is no one else's fault. Furthermore, since this is an agreed spar and not a fight to the death, stepping out of the arena counts as a loss. However, if Daoist Qin deliberately avoids combat, that is certainly not what this old man wishes to see!"

After a pause, an overwhelming fighting spirit suddenly erupted from Yuan Miu. "I hope Daoist Qin will display your true capabilities and not hold back!"

Qin Sang did not reply, but his aura simultaneously burst forth. The two auras collided like two ancient dragons in the sky, instantly darkening the heavens and earth, sending sand and stones flying, and resonating with thunderous roars in the void.

The grand formation here was clearly extremely robust; despite such collisions, the light net and the ground remained unshaken.

Si Lu and the others quickly moved to the observation platform nearby.

Qin Sang gazed at Yuan Miu, observing his crimson eyes and fiercely menacing gaze. At this moment, Yuan Miu felt like a ferocious beast, yet his rationality remained completely intact, making him even more formidable than a beast.

A purple light flashed in Yuan Miu's right hand as he gripped a long purple-gold staff.

Qin Sang had long noticed that Zhu Yan clansmen, whether mortals or cultivators, preferred using weapons like staffs, clubs, or heavy sabers, with long staffs being the most common. He presumed this type of weapon allowed them to fully unleash their strength.

One end of the staff tapped the ground with a thud, and a purple-gold halo rippled outwards. Instantly, Yuan Miu's entire body seemed to be cast from gold and iron!

Feeling Yuan Miu's increasingly powerful aura, Qin Sang exhaled lightly, summoned his spirit tablet, and gripped it tightly with his fingers.

Simultaneously, he silently activated a spell, causing the "Heavenly Demon Refining Form" to circulate within his body, summoning his Dharma Aspect. He felt an overwhelming, irresistible power merge into his flesh, blood, and bones, filling his entire body with endless strength.

At the same time, the Bright Mountain Armor materialized on his body. Having been refined by him again, this artifact now possessed the might of a spiritual treasure.

Yuan Miu narrowed his eyes. Having cultivated through constant combat, he keenly perceived Qin Sang's transformation and even felt a sense of suppression. However, the stronger his opponent, the more it ignited his fighting spirit. He let out a low roar and suddenly clenched his right hand.

"Swish!"

At that moment, Qin Sang's vision seemed to be filled only with a purple-gold stream of light; a staff's shadow rapidly expanded before his eyes.

The first strike was merely a probe, yet its power was not to be underestimated. Qin Sang's gaze flickered, and he remained still, his arm lifting slightly.

"Boom!"

A peculiar frozen image appeared on the arena: Qin Sang stood his ground, feet slightly apart, holding his spirit tablet. Yuan Miu appeared directly above Qin Sang, hands clasped around the purple-gold staff, bringing it down vertically onto the spirit tablet.

The first blow seemed to be an even match.

Almost at the exact instant Yuan Miu appeared, even before his initial figure dissipated, another Yuan Miu materialized behind Qin Sang, savagely striking towards his back with a purple-gold staff.

Qin Sang remained unhurried, still swinging his spirit tablet to block.

The arena echoed with continuous roars. Qin Sang's legs seemed rooted to the ground, not moving an inch, while countless Yuan Mius flickered above his head, dozens, even hundreds appearing in the blink of an eye, their figures layered and indistinct.

Qin Sang seemed to be fending off simultaneous attacks from countless Yuan Mius, his spirit tablet fluttering like a butterfly in his hand, firmly blocking every staff shadow.

Qin Sang rarely encountered such close-quarters combat, as his Dharma Body cultivation was higher, and his strength was more often used to assist or mislead his opponents' judgment.

However, thanks to his previous cultivation of the Great Vajra Wheel Seal, which granted him an almost instinctive keen spiritual sense, his combat ability was not at all lacking. He defended impeccably, leaving Yuan Miu unable to find any openings.

Despite this, Qin Sang only defended without attacking, appearing to be at a disadvantage. Yuan Miu's offensive was like a fierce storm, threatening to engulf him at any moment.

Ji Hong, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but grow nervous, while Si Lu remained calm and composed, full of confidence in Qin Sang.

After failing to breach his defenses for a long time, Yuan Miu suddenly shouted, "Fellow Daoist, why don't you display your true abilities?"

The next moment, all the phantom images shattered simultaneously, leaving only one staff shadow between heaven and earth: the actual purple-gold staff.

This single strike seemed to fuse the power of countless Yuan Mius, or perhaps it was the culmination of continuous accumulation, as its momentum reached its peak and finally erupted at this moment!

"Take this staff!"

Qin Sang felt a sudden stinging pain at the crown of his head and a warning sign in his heart, realizing the power of this strike. Immediately, he shifted his thoughts, no longer hesitating, and truly activated the Great Vajra Wheel Seal. In an instant, his body became clear inside and out, manifesting the Vajra Glazed Body.

Immediately, a beam of green light shot skyward, boldly and fearlessly colliding with the purple-gold staff.

The next moment, a wave of green and gold energy erupted, an immense power surging towards the heavens, as if threatening to tear the sky open. Fortunately, it was blocked by the light net.

Amidst the energy wave, Qin Sang and Yuan Miu were simultaneously sent flying backward.

Qin Sang forcefully stabilized himself by stepping continuously in the void, then looked up to see Yuan Miu, whose purple-gold staff dragged on the ground, leaving a striking white mark, barely managing to regain his footing.

"What strength!"

Yuan Miu's eyes gleamed sharply. He let out a joyous roar towards the sky.

Qin Sang's gaze sharpened slightly. He saw Yuan Miu's skin growing increasingly crimson, as if blood was seeping out from within, followed by a crimson glow emanating from his entire body, resembling blood-flames burning around him.

The moment the blood-flames appeared, Yuan Miu's aura surged dramatically again. This sight made one wonder if Yuan Miu was burning his vital essence to gain immense power.

Qin Sang recalled what Ji Hong had said earlier, knowing that the Zhu Yan clan's divine ability resided within their vigorous and essence-rich blood. This was not Yuan Miu burning his vital essence, but rather activating his divine ability upon seeing that ordinary methods were ineffective against Qin Sang.

In common understanding, it could be perceived as him burning his vital essence, but instead of becoming weak, he would only grow stronger with each engagement!

Just then, Qin Sang's vision suddenly turned crimson, and he felt a force even more astonishing than before. With a composed expression, he used the Great Vajra Wheel Seal to mobilize even the slightest power, converging it into one point, and then slammed his spirit tablet forward.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the formation on the arena was actually shaken by them, and the ground trembled slightly.

The two instantly plunged into a chaotic battle, entangled with each other, making it impossible for the onlookers to distinguish Qin Sang from Yuan Miu.

Ji Hong and the Zhu Yan clan expert stared wide-eyed, seeing only a chaotic ball of light, clashing from one end of the arena to the other, and back again. Occasionally, a blurry figure might be glimpsed, but they couldn't tell who it was, or if it was just an afterimage left behind.

They tried to activate their spiritual eyes to discern the battlefield, but soon felt dizzy and lightheaded. Only Si Lu could clearly see the attacks of both sides, secretly marveling at their strength, especially Qin Sang's ability to fight the Zhu Yan clan member to a standstill with a human body!

Just as Ji Hong and the other expert were feeling disoriented, the two figures suddenly separated, followed by a loud roar.

"Take my Chaotic Demonic Staff technique again!"

Ji Hong and the Zhu Yan clan expert both widened their eyes. They saw a crimson demonic staff smashing down towards Qin Sang. This strike was terrifying beyond measure, capable of piercing the heavens. Even from their position in the arena, they felt their hearts pounding violently, as if they would be pulverized by this one blow.

It was hard to imagine the terrifying pressure Qin Sang faced, directly confronting the crimson demonic staff.

At this moment, Qin Sang's expression also turned serious. While he certainly couldn't be defeated by a single strike, he could sense that the opponent's staff technique was exceptionally profound. Even if he blocked this blow, more ferocious attacks were sure to follow. Once the opponent unleashed their full offensive, he would be forced into continuous defense, with no opportunity to catch his breath.

Yuan Miu seemed to have entered a peculiar state, with only his opponent in his eyes, having forgotten himself, willing to exchange injuries without hesitation.

A direct confrontation was not Qin Sang's preference. Even if he defeated Yuan Miu, the likely outcome would be damage to his Bright Mountain Armor, and he might even sustain injuries himself. Yuan Miu didn't care, but Qin Sang had no desire to get injured here for no reason.

"Indeed, a battle maniac."

Qin Sang muttered inwardly, then immediately moved to block the crimson demonic staff. As expected, one strike followed another with increasing speed.

His figure vanished amidst the staff shadows. Without haste, he seized an opportune moment. A brilliant green light flared behind him, accompanied by flashes of lightning, manifesting a pair of phoenix wings.

Next, he channeled the Azure Luan True Thunder into his phoenix wings. With a flash of lightning, he instantly appeared at the edge of the arena.

"Swish!"

The crimson demonic staff slammed down on the afterimage, striking nothing.

Yuan Miu was taken aback; he had never encountered such a situation before. Once he unleashed the Chaotic Demonic Staff technique and gained a certain advantage, his opponents could almost only parry.

In that instant, Qin Sang, solely through speed, broke free from the cage formed by the Chaotic Demonic Staff technique. He had encountered various opponents and witnessed diverse methods of response, but Qin Sang was the first to directly escape from under the demonic staff.

He shifted his gaze to the phoenix wings on Qin Sang's back, realizing they were not a magical artifact or a divine ability, but truly grew from his body.

"Feathered Race?"

This thought flashed through Yuan Miu's mind. He recalled the Feathered Race and various imperial clans, none of whom possessed such wings. However, he had heard that the various tribes of the Feathered Race had a rather chaotic atmosphere, not strictly limiting interbreeding, so it was not surprising for any kind of individual to emerge.

The battle had not yet ceased, so Yuan Miu immediately dismissed extraneous thoughts. Though his opponent's escape speed was fast, he was not without recourse.

After all, this was an arena!

Unexpectedly, Qin Sang suddenly smiled at him at this moment. "Next, it's my turn to attack!"