Martial Peak

Seeing this Demon Race cultivator undergo such dramatic changes, although Yang Kai’s expression remained indifferent, in his heart he was actually quite surprised.

He had already noticed that many of these Demon Race people had such tattoos before but not all of them did. For example, he had never seen them on Li Rong and Guan’er’s skin. So what exactly were they?

But now it seemed like they weren’t simply a form of decoration but were rather some kind of special Martial Skill these Demon Race cultivators practiced and it was even possible for them to freely manipulate them!

More importantly though, once these tattoos appeared, the strength of the Demon Race cultivator would increase to a whole new level!

As Yang Kai’s opponent’s momentum shot up, Pan Lang and the rest of his followers let out a quite sigh of relief, sneers appearing on their faces as they prepared to watch Yang Kai eat a big loss, taking pleasure in his misfortune.

Yang Kai took a deep breath, but to everyone else’s surprise, did not evade and instead went for a head on collision.

Yang Kai did this deliberately to check just how much this Demon Race cultivator’s strength had increased.

*Hong…*

With a loud bang, a pressure wave visible to the naked eye burst from the two fighter’s point of collision. Yang Kai was thrown back and up into the air. However, it only took him a few rolls in the air to stop the momentum and stabilizing himself in the air.

The Demon Race cultivator was also forced to retreat, and although he desperately tried to hold his ground, he did not succeed, backing up more than a dozen steps before falling flat on his back, breathing heavily.

Pan Lang and his lackeys eyes all went wide, some of them even turning astonished looks towards Yang Kai.

Although humans rarely appeared in this Mysterious Small World, they knew that Human Race cultivator’s physiques were far inferior to those of their Ancient Demon Clan; in fact, even amongst all members of the Demon Race, none were comparable to the Ancient Demon Clan in terms of raw strength.

But now, in a frontal confrontation, their companion was actually not able to suppress this Human Race kid.

Pan Lang suddenly felt very annoyed and angered, “What are you doing? Can you not even beat a lowly human?”

The Demon Race cultivator who had been knocked down climbed up again, shaking his head, not caring about his own injuries and broken bones, muttering aloud, “This little brat’s body is very strong.”

“Are you saying his physique is better than our Ancient Demon Clan’s?” Pan Lang scoffed, “I’ll give you one last chance to prove yourself, if you fail again, then you’re not qualified to associate with me. From then on your status will be reduced to that of an ordinary clansman.”

“Rest assured, I will deal with him this time!” The Demon Race cultivator’s eyes became focused, the tattoos on his face one again undergoing some unusual changes, seemingly melting and re-arranging until they covered his entire face, almost like he was wearing a mask, his expression cold and unfeeling but his red eyes exuding a thick murderous intent.

His first two failures had already caused him to become enraged.

Yang Kai stood midair, staring back at his opponent with cold eyes while secretly becoming more and more surprised.

Mysterious Small World really was. His opponent was only an Immortal Ascension Boundary Seventh Stage cultivator, the

made him not get up after the first hit, but

physiques of the Ancient Demon Clan seemed to contain

Lang and his followers, Yang Kai also realized that these Ancient Demon Clan cultivators all had bloodthirsty and violent tendencies. Their companion’s ribs had been broken yet they not only didn’t show any concern, they instead repeatedly stimulated him, forcing him back onto

the Human

under the force of his forward leap, his

the limit of what could be

transformation, this human brat is definitely going to

as he spoke these words, a

swift Demon Race cultivator’s foot at made contact with Yang Kai’s shoulder, the former’s expression gloomy, his eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness as he exerted all of

Demon Race cultivator indifferently. Under the latter’s astonished gaze,

Demon Race cultivator let out a great shout as his Demonic Qi spurted from his body in an attempt to stop his uncontrolled flight, but before he could stabilize himself, he felt a stream

the Human Race brat he had been fighting

from every angle, creating multiple afterimages, making it impossible for him

a stream of extremely

*Hong Hong Hong…*

his unrelenting assault, all while wearing the same indifferent expression on his face,

Human Race’s Transcendent to stand, but this Demon Race cultivator was actually capable of bearing

the Demon Race cultivator managed to retain his consciousness and was glaring back at Yang Kai incredulously, still tightly gripping Yang Kai’s clothes, a look that screamed he would sooner die

sent another heavy punch

Race cultivator’s momentum finally dissipated as he fell over limp, the

glanced over at Pan Lang and the others

though their companion had been beaten into such a state, none of them showed any signs of trying to rescue him,

look of surprise on their face. None of them had ever expected this Human Race cultivator’s combat strength to be so strong

his hands, “But you’ve only managed

Demon Race cultivator behind him

his knuckles and said. He had immersed himself in Alchemy for a few months now and had not had a good fight for quite

he enjoyed

powerful opponents, this feeling made Yang Kai feel like he was

battle then it would be different,

retained his strength, his own aura bursting out as his figure flickered and rushed towards the group of Demon Race

burning hot True Qi burst from his pores and under his precise and subtle control, struck all six of his

instantly became enraged, “You really don’t know the immensity of Heaven

Demon Crests appeared on the necks of all six Demon Race cultivators and