Chapter 86: Who Says You're the Only One With Forbidden Arts?

I Am the Demon Emperor, Devouring All Gods and Demons Tears of Sorrow Upon Awakening from a Dream 2622 words 2026-03-04 18:00:57

"Once Senior Nangong makes his move, that bumpkin will be utterly destroyed."
"This spear strike is too powerful. That Thunder Dragon seemed like a true divine beast descending to the mortal world. I bet Jun Wushuang has been obliterated to dust by now."
"Serves him right! He should have died long ago. He dared to insult our Royal Martial Academy and even killed Senior Brother Dongfang and the others. Later, I want to place his head at the very top of the capital's victory mound."

The students of the Royal Martial Academy were all exultant at this moment.

None of them believed that Jun Wushuang could possibly survive such a terrifying attack. Nangong Tianxuan's strength was second to none within the academy. Not only had he unleashed his innate divine power, he had also used an earth-grade martial technique. The might of this strike was even more dreadful than Dongfang Li's three killing moves.

Jun Wushuang was as good as dead!

"Young master!"

Lin Mengyao's beautiful eyes brimmed with tears, her face twisted with anxiety. Mo Xingyun frowned slightly. As for Nangong Tianxuan, he was brimming with smug satisfaction.

"Bumpkin, in your next life, remember not to provoke me!"

This duel to the death should now be over!

"Oh? Is that so?"

At that moment, Jun Wushuang's voice rang out, making everyone's hearts clench.

Within the raging thunder, Jun Wushuang's figure appeared once more—completely unscathed!

That terrifying lightning, enough to annihilate a city, had had no effect whatsoever. Every bolt was blocked by a suit of armor, shimmering in blue and crimson.

The Armor of Life and Death!

This was Jun Wushuang's defensive demonic artifact. Even the descent of heavenly tribulation could not break through it. Though ninety-nine percent of its demonic power was sealed, it was still not something Nangong Tianxuan could damage. In the face of the Armor of Life and Death, the hundred-meter Thunder Dragon was like an egg striking a boulder.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Nangong Tianxuan's pupils shrank in disbelief. His full-powered lightning strike had been completely ineffective. This... this was unfathomable!

"What kind of treasure is that? Is it an artifact?"

Even the spectators stared in shock, their eyes fixed on the Armor of Life and Death. They could tell the reason Jun Wushuang was unharmed was because of this armor. Unfortunately, their limited experience couldn't grasp the true extraordinariness of the Armor of Life and Death.

"Heaven Devouring Demonic Art!"

Jun Wushuang did not waste the opportunity. He opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing the scattered lightning into his body.

Crackle!

Instantly, his depleted demonic energy recovered completely.

"You've made your move—now it's my turn!"

Jun Wushuang's gaze grew icy cold. His figure flickered, ghostly and elusive, lunging at Nangong Tianxuan.

"Innate Divine Power: Heaven's Thunder and Earth's Fire!"

With a wave of his hand, thunder and fire coalesced again, descending like meteors to pound mercilessly toward Nangong Tianxuan.

"Violet Extreme Demonic Light!"

The Violet Extreme Demonic Eye activated, firing a ray of violet demonic light, condensed with terrifying spiritual power—enough to pierce the sea of consciousness and shatter the spirit.

"Asura's Blade Slash!"

Gripping the Asura Demonic Blade, with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood looming behind him, he appeared as a true demonic god of slaughter, ready to massacre all beings and destroy the world.

Hatred raged within his heart.

Today, he would kill Nangong Tianxuan without fail.

"Bumpkin, I'll kill you!"

Nangong Tianxuan's face twisted with fury. His Thunder Emperor Physique surged to the utmost, gripping his thunder-patterned spear, his spiritual energy vibrating as he charged at Jun Wushuang.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the two clashed fiercely.

Lightning exploded, sparks flew, and the violent shockwaves of battle swept the entire square like a tempest. Wherever they fought, the ground shattered, and the very air burst apart, the devastation astonishing.

Were this not such an open plaza, the destruction would have been even greater.

"Impossible! Senior Nangong has the strength of the ninth tier of the Celestial Realm—how can he not defeat that bumpkin?"
"A sixth-tier Spirit Sea Realm against the ninth-tier Celestial Realm? That's too great a gap!"
"No, it's not that Jun Wushuang is too strong—it's the defense of that magic armor he's wearing. Senior Nangong's attacks simply can't harm him!"

Seeing Jun Wushuang and Nangong Tianxuan evenly matched, the crowd was dumbfounded.

With such a vast difference in cultivation realms, it should have been an instant defeat. Yet now, the battle was at a stalemate.

This defied all logic.

But some noticed the truth.

Jun Wushuang's overall strength could not compare to Nangong Tianxuan's; the gap in cultivation was too wide. But the Armor of Life and Death's defense was astonishing. The thunder-patterned spear left not so much as a scratch on it. No martial technique could inflict any damage. Unable to breach the Armor of Life and Death, they could not injure Jun Wushuang.

He could make countless mistakes, but if Nangong Tianxuan made even one, the opportunity would be seized—a single slash would wound him.

Thus, as time passed, not only did Nangong Tianxuan fail to gain the upper hand, he began to accumulate wounds himself.

Something was wrong!

Everyone's brows knitted in disbelief. No one had imagined Jun Wushuang possessed such a trump card.

With the Armor of Life and Death, was he not invincible?

"Bumpkin, don't think that just because you're hiding in a turtle shell I can't deal with you."

"I said it before: today, I'll kill you."
"Let me show you the power of a forbidden technique!"

Nangong Tianxuan gnashed his teeth, his eyes blazing. He was no longer willing to waste time. Forbidden techniques were exceedingly rare, but as the heir of the Nangong family, he naturally had the right to learn them.

"Lower-Grade Forbidden Technique: Thunderous Frenzy!"

There were only four grades of forbidden techniques: lower, middle, upper, and supreme. Of course, Jun Wushuang's divine-level forbidden art was beyond such categories—divinity and mortals were worlds apart.

Boom!

Nangong Tianxuan unleashed the forbidden technique. In an instant, endless lightning erupted from his body, enveloping him completely. From a distance, he resembled the incarnation of the God of Thunder.

In that split second, Nangong Tianxuan's aura doubled in strength, his presence turning wild and terrifying.

Thunderous Frenzy: This forbidden technique used lightning to stimulate the body, unleashing one's full potential. Though it inflicted immense damage to the body, its power was unparalleled.

Nangong Tianxuan was already a ninth-tier Celestial Realm expert. Now, with the forbidden technique, his strength doubled—approaching that of a Marquess-level powerhouse.

"Innate Divine Power: Heavenly Lightning's Summons!"
"Earth-Grade Low Martial Art: Thunder Dragon Shocks the World!"

Once again, Nangong Tianxuan unleashed his strongest attack. This time, with the amplification of the forbidden technique, the spear's power doubled. The Thunder Dragon spear-light reached a terrifying two hundred meters, leaving the crowd aghast.

"Let me shatter your turtle shell!"

Nangong Tianxuan roared, delivering a strike that shook the world.

Faced with this blow, rivaling a Marquess-level expert, Jun Wushuang stood unafraid. He took a single step forward, his eyes blood-red, hair stained with blood, a murderous blood-light swirling around him.

A terror beyond words exploded from his form, making all who saw him shudder.

"Asura's Blade Slash!"

The blade fell, as though an Asura demon god strode atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—one slash to slay a god!

Boom!

Before the dumbstruck crowd, the two-hundred-meter Thunder Dragon spear-light was cleaved apart by a single stroke.

Jun Wushuang raised his head slightly, grinning at Nangong Tianxuan.

"Who said you alone possessed forbidden techniques?"