Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 44: Withstanding the God of War Xing Tian, ​​the physical body is nothing special!

Although the oppressive force of Mount Buzhou still existed, Chen Jing was no longer as strained as before.

This was the only noticeable change Chen Jing felt after the fifth level of the Xuan Gong.

After completing the fifth stage, he did not continue to cultivate to a higher level.

Although the breakthrough in the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique allowed him to gradually withstand the terrifying pressure of heaven and earth, he knew that he could not improve much more.

At the top of Buzhou Mountain, the oppressive force intensified dramatically.

He was quite satisfied with his trip to Buzhou Mountain.

Having mastered the fifth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, his physical body became even more robust under the tempering pressure of heaven and earth.

In addition, he obtained a magical treasure that could conceal his aura, which made him very satisfied.

Chen Jing turned around and walked easily down the mountain.

Going down the mountain is much easier than going up.

During the descent, Chen Jing felt as light as a swallow. After adapting to the pressure from above, the pressure from below was no longer a threat to him.

He descended rapidly, soon covering more than 20,000 meters and reaching an altitude of 40,000 meters.

From there, he could already see the scattered lights below Mount Buzhou.

Chen Jing watched as a figure rushed up the mountain.

This figure exuded astonishing power of blood and qi; even from a distance, its intensity could be felt.

In the primordial world, apart from a few body cultivators like Chen Jing, only the Wu Clan possesses such intense blood and qi.

"Nine times out of ten, the inhabitants of this Buzhou Mountain are the Wu tribe." Chen Jing stood still, without making a sound.

He could feel the power of that energy, which was no less than his own.

This must be a great shaman of the Wu clan. If it is an ancestral shaman, Chen Jing would immediately be able to detect the power of blood and qi at the quasi-saint level.

Ever since his profound skill reached the fourth level, he felt that his physical strength was enough to rival that of the great witch of the witch clan, let alone now that he has reached the fifth level.

He could feel the power of his physical body, but without testing it in actual combat, he was unsure just how strong it was.

Chen Jing was eager for a fierce battle to prove the results of his years of training.

However, he did not know which great shaman had come down from the mountain.

Soon, a burly figure appeared in front of Chen Jing.

The figure exuded an astonishing aura, clearly due to the pressure of Mount Buzhou pressing down on it as it sped along.

He was still panting when he rushed to Chen Jing.

Seeing the other person's bare upper body, with its clearly defined muscles, it was obvious that they possessed enormous energy.

The shield and giant axe immediately made Chen Jing realize the identity of the newcomer.

The newcomer was none other than the God of War, Xing Tian.

Among the great witches of the witch clan, the God of War Xing Tian was a top figure. Apart from the twelve ancestral witches, he was the most powerful warrior in the witch clan.

"Taoist, you have trespassed into the forbidden area of ​​Buzhou Mountain without the permission of my clan."

Xing Tian roared, his tone full of domineering power.

Upon seeing Chen Jing dressed in a Taoist robe, Xing Tian's blood surged, and he was extremely dissatisfied with the appearance of this figure at Buzhou Mountain, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Next, we must mention the feud between the Wu tribe and the Three Pure Ones (Pangu).

The twelve ancestral witches of the Wu tribe were formed from the blood and essence of Pangu, while the Three Pure Ones were formed from the three manifestations of Pangu's primordial spirit.

Since their inception, the Wu tribe has always claimed to be the true descendants of Pangu, a claim that the Three Pure Ones disagree with.

In their pursuit of sainthood, the two sides clashed fiercely on several occasions.

After the Three Pure Ones attained sainthood, they were immediately recognized by the people of the prehistoric world as the true descendants of Pangu, which is an undeniable fact.

The Wu tribe lost this title, and therefore harbored resentment towards the Three Pure Ones.

Seeing that Chen Jing was wearing a Taoist robe, the Wu Clan naturally included him in the sphere of influence of the Three Pure Ones, which was correct, as Chen Jing was indeed a disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master.

Xing Tian's domineering words immediately darkened Chen Jing's face.

"Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of Pangu, the father of the gods. It has never been a forbidden area for your Wu tribe. Your statement is simply absurd."

Chen Jing snorted coldly and responded directly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the killing intent in Xing Tian's eyes intensified, and he took the axe and shield from his back into his hand.

"My Wu clan are direct descendants of the father god Pangu, and it is my responsibility to protect Buzhou Mountain."

Xing Tian brandished his axe and shield, his tone resolute.

"A scoundrel seeking fame and fortune!" Chen Jing sneered, speaking with disdain.

He did not harbor any deep hatred for the Wu tribe, but he was extremely dissatisfied with their attitude of revering Pangu and considering themselves the leader.

Xing Tian immediately understood the sarcasm in Chen Jing's words.

He regarded Chen Jing as a disciple of the Sanqing School and believed that Chen Jing's words were a mockery of the Wu tribe.

Xing Tian's fiery temper made him unable to tolerate such provocation.

"Taoist priest, you're courting death!"

Xing Tian roared and swung his great axe fiercely at Chen Jing.

Faced with the attack, Chen Jing neither dodged nor used magic, but instead swung his right fist directly at Xing Tian, ​​who was charging towards him.

"Bang bang bang!"

A loud noise echoed from Mount Buzhou.

The two exchanged blows without any unnecessary movements; one punch against the other, the force of their impact collided heavily.

After the collision, both of them took a few steps back.

After this round, they briefly assessed the opponent's strength.

Chen Jing originally thought that Xing Tian was equivalent to the Demon Saint of the Demon Clan, and should be at the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

However, after the collision, Chen Jing clearly felt that Xing Tian might be stronger than Ji Meng, the Demon Saint. Even if he had not reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, he should not be far off.

Xing Tian was shocked by the Taoist priest in front of him. Although he was wearing a Taoist robe, his actions showed no Taoist style.

When Chen Jing's fist collided with Xing Tian's great axe, Xing Tian immediately felt the violent power released from the opponent's fist, which puzzled him.

"Was the opponent before me truly a disciple of the Daoist sect?"

Xing Tian clearly realized that Chen Jing's fist only contained physical strength and had no magical power mixed in.

Chen Jing's physical strength is comparable to that of Xing Tian, ​​the great shaman of the Wu clan.

This situation is unprecedented in Xingtian's millions of years of life.

Xing Tian re-examined the Taoist priest, his eyes filled with shock.

At the same time, Chen Jing revealed a satisfied smile.

Although Xing Tian did not gain the upper hand in this clash, he did not suffer any losses. Moreover, Xing Tian was wielding a spirit-grade axe, while Chen Jing was empty-handed.

From this perspective, Chen Jing clearly has the advantage.

Xing Tian scrutinized Chen Jing for a long time, then suddenly shouted, "Who exactly are you?"

From Xing Tian's words, Chen Jing clearly sensed the other party's apprehension.

Xing Tian, ​​the once-renowned war god, actually developed a sense of apprehension towards him.

Faced with Xing Tian's questioning, Chen Jing simply replied dismissively, "Guess?"

Xing Tian was clearly taken aback when he heard those two words.

But when he saw the mocking expression on Chen Jing's face, he immediately flew into a rage.

As members of the Wu tribe, they spent their lives fighting against the heavens and the earth, with the war god Xing Tian being one of the best among them.

Chen Jing's mocking face enraged Xing Tian.

"Taoist priest, your actions will cost you your life."

Xing Tian crouched slightly, then leaped with great force, his massive body instantly rising into the air and transforming into a beam of light that shot straight towards Chen Jing.

The axe in his hand had only one target: Chen Jing's head!