Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"How arrogant! You, a mere human being...?"

The demon god's mocking expression froze as soon as he finished speaking.

The blinding golden light rapidly magnified in its black eyes, filling its entire black pupils.

Before it could even react, Yang Xian was already right in front of it.

The speed was so fast that it distorted space itself.

"That punch..."

Every word Yang Xian spoke was filled with deep-seated hatred.

"It was called for Senior Liang!"

His right hand clenched into a fist and slammed it hard into the demon god's lower abdomen.

This punch was a mixture of grief and indignation over Liang Gaoyi's sacrifice, and boundless rage against the demon god.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

The demon spit out a mouthful of black blood, his body instantly arching into a shrimp-like shape, and he flew backward uncontrollably.

But how could Yang Xian let it go so easily?

A golden figure flashed, and in the next moment it appeared behind the trajectory of the demon god flying backward.

"That punch..."

Yang Xian's voice rang out again, this time with an added determination to avenge his teacher.

"It was made on behalf of Professor Du!"

"boom!"

Another heavy punch landed squarely on the demon god's face.

The immense impact caused the demon's head to snap back violently, its neck bones emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

Its body was once again blasted away, soaring into the sky.

Before the demon god could stabilize in mid-air, Yang Xian's figure reappeared, each flash accompanied by a muffled bang.

"This punch... was delivered on behalf of Senior Jiang Xingtian!"

"This punch... was delivered on behalf of the innocent civilians who died!"

"This punch... is for those warriors who fought and bled!"

The demon god became a helpless punching bag in mid-air, being bombarded by fists from all directions without any power to fight back, and could only let out painful groans.

That body, which had been so arrogant just moments before, was being battered and thrashed about by the relentless onslaught, unable to stop.

It tried to escape, but was completely suppressed by Yang Xian's speed, and its previous arrogance was gone.

In the ruins below, all the survivors looked up, staring blankly at the sky.

"That monster... got sent flying?"

"Oh my god... am I dreaming?"

"He easily defeated a monster that even the God of War couldn't defeat!"

Although the current situation looks very promising, they have experienced far too many ups and downs today.

That heart, soaked in despair, dared not let go completely, fearing it would be another empty joy.

"Such formidable strength!"

Principal Huang stared at the sky in shock. "Is he a 'Torchbearer' sent from another city?"

Yang Xian concealed his true appearance with golden light.

One reason is to maintain the mystique of the God of War.

Secondly, he didn't want anyone who knew him to know that he was about to die.

I don't want to right now, at least not right now.

"It doesn't seem like it." Shen Qingtong shook his head and calmly analyzed, "Even if there is a difference in combat strength between 'Torchbearers,' it shouldn't be this big. Liang Gaoyi was almost powerless against him."

Jiang Hong added from the side, "In this battle, even we seventh-realm cultivators couldn't see the trajectory at all."

The three were completely baffled.

The strength this person displayed was far superior to Liang Gaoyi's.

But if he wasn't a "Torchbearer," then that pure aura from the Chinese Martial God was so real.

This shows that the other party did indeed use "fireworks".

High in the sky, Yang Xian poured all his anger and grief into his fists.

"This punch is for the entire South Sea City!"

He let out a roar and descended from the sky, slamming the demon god down to the ground with a powerful punch!

Boom!

The earth trembled violently, and a bottomless crater appeared in the center of the core area. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions, and even space itself showed signs of breaking.

No matter how many punches Yang Xian threw, he couldn't vent his anger.

The deaths of Senior Liang and Instructor Du, and the tragic state of Nanhai City, burned like a raging fire in his chest.

This anger cannot be vented with just a few punches.

"puff!"

At the bottom of the deep pit, the demon god spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Why!

Why is this human so strong?

Both of them were pseudo-ninth realm cultivators who were forcibly promoted by external forces, but their strength was worlds apart from that of the previous human!

It certainly wouldn't understand that before using "Torchfire," Liang Gaoyi was merely a martial artist at the early stage of the second realm, with little understanding of martial arts techniques and skills, and the highest level of martial arts he cultivated was only at the Xuan level.

But Yang Xian is different!

He was originally a powerful expert in the late stage of the third realm, and he had even cultivated several divine-level techniques to the maximum level!

With the blessing of the "Torchbearer", both the purity of his power and his understanding of the laws far surpass any known "Torchbearer"!

"hateful!"

The demon god, dragging his heavily injured body, struggled to flap the dragon wings on his back and soared back into the sky.

"You... are nothing more than a slightly stronger ant!"

It roared, frantically gathering the churning dark clouds above the sky.

A bolt of purple lightning, several times thicker than before, condensed and formed into a shockwave that blasted towards the golden figure in front of him!

Unfortunately, Yang Xian is also skilled in lightning.

Yang Xian watched all this expressionlessly, then slowly raised his right hand.

A dazzling blue lightning bolt gathered in his palm, transforming into a lightning shockwave that met the attack head-on.

boom!

Blue and purple lightning collided violently in mid-air.

The stalemate lasted less than a second before the purple lightning was completely devoured and assimilated by the blue lightning, continuing its relentless assault on the demon god.

"Aaaaaah...!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the sky.

The demon was struck by the combined attack of its own and Yang Xian's. Its battered body, emitting black smoke, plummeted heavily from the sky.

The black flesh was mangled beyond recognition, its wings shattered, its scales cracked, and its flesh and blood reeking of burning.

Its breath was weak, and its eyes were unfocused; it was now completely powerless to resist.

Yang Xian slowly walked to the demon god's side, stepped on its head, and pressed it hard to the ground.

"It's time to send you on your way."

"Hehehehe..." The demon god barely lifted his eyelids and let out a cold laugh:

"Even if you kill me, so what?"

"What has descended here is merely a wisp of my divine soul. Even if you do not kill me, this part of my soul will soon dissipate."

"You pose no threat to my true form!"

"Is that so?" Yang Xian answered calmly, then slowly raised his head.

His gaze passed over the distant ruins and went straight to the largest spatial rift.

"Well... I really want to give it a try!"