There are no fancy moves, only each punch landing on flesh.

Feng Tiangang's ghost corpse had obviously been tempered, extremely tough, such that even a Qi Transformation Peak expert would struggle to break its physical defenses with full strength.

Zhang Xiaoshan's Glazed Glass Vajra Body was also extraordinarily miraculous and unmatched.

Several minutes passed.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhang Xiaoshan was a legitimate demigod strongman, one that was just a step away from the God Realm.

Feng Tiangang was different.

He merely relied on external forces to forcefully elevate his cultivation.

At this moment, the drug's effect was about to wear off, and he could already feel his power dissipating.

"Heavenly Dragon Fist."

Zhang Xiaoshan raised his fist and struck Feng Tiangang hard in the chest, sending him flying several meters away.

Several off-road vehicles were crushed into a pile by him.

"Cough, cough, cough."

He coughed as he stood up from the ground.

"Boy, you hid your strengths well. Today, I underestimated you, but in the end, the winner can only be me."

"Ghostly Sword."

Suddenly, a giant sword, black as ink, appeared in his hand.

"Awooo..."

As the giant sword, black as ink, appeared, there were ghostly wails and howls around, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the entire summit of Snow Fox Mountain seemed like hell on earth.

"What, what is that ghostly thing?"

"Is it a magic weapon?"

People fearfully looked at the giant sword in Feng Tiangang's hand.

"A low-grade Spirit-level magical artifact?"

"You, a mere Vice Sect Leader of the Flying Fox Sect, where did you get such a high-level magical artifact?"

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at the Ghostly Sword in Feng Tiangang's hand, frowned, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"You sure have a good eye, kid. Since you know about the low-grade Spirit-level magical artifact in my hand, why don't you kneel and confess?"

"If you kneel and kowtow to me three times, I'll tell you where this treasure came from, how about it?"

At this moment, Feng Tiangang was extremely arrogant.

"It's a Spirit-level magical artifact. A demigod cultivation combined with a Spirit-level magical artifact can already threaten a true Divine Realm expert. That kid is just a demigod, no match for Master Feng. We've won."

The eyes of the desperate rebels glimmered with hope.

"Not good, Feng Tiangang, that old bastard, had such a trump card, things are not looking good."

Hu Lie and the others couldn't help but worry.

Though Lin Yanran, who was bound, did not understand the power of Spirit-level magical artifacts, looking at the expressions of the crowd and the scene of ghostly wails around, she knew that thing posed a great threat to Zhang Xiaoshan and could very well take his life. She immediately shouted.

"Zhang Xiaoshan, don't worry about me, I don't want to drag you down, you should leave, leave quickly."

"Don't mind me."

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Lin Yanran and spoke gently.

"I, Zhang Xiaoshan, will not abandon my woman and flee in panic. Since you are mine, I will naturally protect you fully."

"Hehehe, boy, you can't even protect yourself, still thinking of being a hero to save the beauty?"

"I've given you chance after chance, but you remain stubborn. Fine, I'll show you the power of this Spirit-level magical artifact."

As he spoke, Feng Tiangang gripped the Ghostly Sword tightly with both hands, the evil aura around him surged madly.

"To die under this Ghostly Sword is your honor, now perish."

"Ssssh."

He fiercely swung the Ghostly Sword in his hand.

"Awooo, ooo... "

The ghostly apparitions around wailed more viciously and hideously.

A black Sword Qi, like a massive wave, surged toward Zhang Xiaoshan.

The Sword Qi contained countless evil resentments; let alone being hit directly, just coming into contact with this malevolence would be dire.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The entire summit of Snow Fox Mountain trembled, the ground quaking.

"Too strong, too terrifying."

Everyone fell to the ground, wailing and crying.

"No, no..." Lin Yanran let out a gut-wrenching scream.

Hu Lie and others were utterly despairing.

Clearly, this strike not only could reach Zhang Xiaoshan but could also kill those behind him.

The entire ancestral home of the Hu family would be razed to the ground.

A demigod strongman wielding a Spirit-level magical artifact was too strong.

Everyone mourned and regretted for Zhang Xiaoshan.

A rare, one-of-a-kind young genius in the world was about to fall here today.

"Hahaha..."

Yet, facing this strike, Zhang Xiaoshan's face showed no trace of fear; instead, he laughed heartily.

"Feng Tiangang, do you think you're the only one in the world who possesses a spiritual artifact?"

"Right, today, I will use you to test the power of my sword."

"Stubborn fool."

Feng Tiangang's sword-swinging motions became three times more fierce.

Meanwhile, a crimson gourd appeared three feet above Zhang Xiaoshan's head.

Floating like a small sun,

"Cut."

Zhang Xiaoshan activated the Slaughter Sword Skill, the first form.

Slaughter Sword Drawing Skill.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The Sword Nourishing Gourd suspended above Zhang Xiaoshan's head shuddered wildly, emitting a deafening roar.

"What, what ghostly thing is that."

Everyone on the mountain top involuntarily covered their ears, their faces full of pain.

Just when that inky black Sword Qi was only a meter away from Zhang Xiaoshan.

Zhang Xiaoshan finally shouted in a mighty voice.

"Cut!"

"Boom..."

The tightly sealed mouth of the gourd suddenly burst open, a fiery red light shadow spewed forth.