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.

Kai really realized just how outstanding the physical strength of the Demon Race who lived in this Mysterious Small World really was. His opponent was only an Immortal Ascension Boundary Seventh Stage cultivator, the same as him, but his ability to continuously raise his strength and momentum was simply

if it were a human cultivator, Yang Kai could have made him not get up after the first hit, but now after two

Demon Clan seemed to contain

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

the Human

the force of his forward leap, his burly body disappearing for an instant before re-appearing right in

approached the limit of what could

Lang nodded slightly, “Demon Crests’ second transformation, this human brat is

words, a loud

former’s expression gloomy, his eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness as he

remained unmoved, staring back at the attacking Demon Race cultivator indifferently. Under the latter’s astonished gaze, his ankle was grabbed and he

in an attempt to stop his uncontrolled flight, but before he could stabilize himself, he felt a stream of heavy impacts

been fighting had chased after him

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

it a stream of extremely pure and hot True Qi which was greatly

*Hong Hong Hong…*

explosions rang out, Yang Kai continued his unrelenting assault, all while wearing the same indifferent expression on his face, though inside he was secretly quite impressed with this Demon

difficult for a Human Race’s Transcendent to stand, but this Demon Race cultivator was

glaring back at Yang Kai incredulously, still tightly gripping Yang Kai’s clothes, a

another heavy punch

the Demon Race cultivator’s momentum finally dissipated as he

Kai slowly stood up and gloomily glanced over at Pan Lang and the others who

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

of surprise on their face. None of them had ever expected this Human Race cultivator’s combat strength to be so strong and for his fighting style to be so brutal and

it seems we’ve all looked down on you!” Pan Lang gently clapped his hands, “But you’ve only managed to win against the weakest of us,

gestured to another Demon Race cultivator behind him who immediately

you come together!” Yang Kai cracked his knuckles and said. He had immersed himself in Alchemy for a few months now

he

made Yang Kai feel like he was

laughed in response, “We won’t bully you like that, if this was a life or death battle then it would be different, but all of this is just a little lesson, there’s no need for all of us to deal

his own aura

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

don’t know the immensity of Heaven and

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