# Chapter 1944: Fire Slave
Feng Yan smiled and said, "If it weren't for cultivating with the Sundial, it would probably take me a long time to reach this level of strength. The technique I cultivate is somewhat special, emphasizing gradual accumulation before breakthrough. My recent seclusion finally bore fruit, and I wanted to test it on the battlefield."
Only by personally cultivating it would one know how difficult the *Nuwa Dao Art* was to practice, requiring enduring countless hardships and expending immense mental effort.
But after achieving results, looking back, it was undoubtedly all worth it.
"Actually, just now even if Second Brother hadn't acted, I could have handled it. My Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Fist hasn't truly been unleashed yet. Watch this," Xiang Chunan said.
Immediately, he circulated his demonic qi. Hundreds of thousands of fist dao rules condensed upon his fist, and then he punched out.
The hundreds of thousands of fist dao rules combined with demonic qi, instantly coalescing into ten thousand majestic and imposing demon mountains, as if the gates of the demon realm had been thrown open at that moment.
Cultivating the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Fist, condensing one demon mountain counted as entry-level, condensing a hundred demon mountains counted as minor accomplishment, and condensing ten thousand demon mountains counted as major accomplishment, truly qualifying as a Profound Mystery-level mid-rank sacred art, with power approaching high-rank sacred arts.
Ten thousand demon mountains flew out, like a small world descending, suppressing the six severely injured Death God Knights.
"Don't act recklessly."
A Heaven-Connecting Realm Death General roared, offering up a precious seal that crashed into the ten thousand demon mountains.
He knew very well that if he didn't intervene to rescue them, the six Death God Knights would likely all end up dead.
At the same time, another Death General also made his move, attacking Feng Yan, not giving Feng Yan another chance to continue dealing with the Death Knights.
Knowing that Feng Yan was very troublesome to handle, he immediately used Death Thought Power upon making his move, gathering the power of heaven and earth, using the might of heaven and earth to crush Feng Yan.
"Shua."
Feng Yan's two pairs of tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open.
Immediately, Feng Yan's six arms moved in unison, forming strange hand seals. The divine shadow behind him instantly transformed, becoming three-headed and six-armed, like Feng Yan's incarnation.
In this way, the divine shadow became even more solid, its majesty even greater, releasing terrifyingly powerful wind and thunder force.
The *Nuwa Dao Art* was profound and unfathomable. The power and methods each person cultivated would differ, varying from person to person.
Generally speaking, Feng Clan disciples cultivated wind force. But Feng Yan was exceptionally gifted, actually cultivating wind and thunder force, with more variations and stronger offensive power.
"Boom."
The wind and thunder force transformed into a torrent of destruction, sweeping across the eight desolations and six directions.
That Death General's Death Thought Power was instantly shattered, difficult to reconstitute.
"How can he be this strong?"
The Death General was shocked inwardly, a trace of fear involuntarily appearing in his eyes.
The Death Thought Power he had exerted with all his strength was actually shattered so easily. Was the other party really only at the Rule Grand Heaven realm?
Before he could think further, Feng Yan had already struck again, combining numerous sacred dao rules with wind and thunder force to evolve a massive wind and thunder vortex, hundreds of feet in diameter and still expanding, as if it would swallow the entire Immortal Mechanism Mountain.
Although the Death General reacted quickly, he was still sucked into the wind and thunder vortex, unable to break free.
"Death Sacrifice."
Feeling a tremendous threat, the Death General made an immediate decision, sacrificing himself.
Instantly, the Death God Shadow reappeared, even more vast Death Thought Power surged forth, the earth shook violently, and mountain peaks rose from the ground, a terrifying sight.
"Boom."
Numerous mountain peaks flew into the wind and thunder vortex, forcibly tearing open an opening.
Taking this opportunity, the Death General flashed out at maximum speed.
Even with Death Thought Power reinforcing those mountain peaks, they couldn't hold out for long and would soon be crushed to powder by the wind and thunder vortex.
"Wind and Thunder Spikes."
Feng Yan's gaze was icy cold. The hand seals formed by his six hands changed.
The violent wind and thunder force condensed, transforming into over a hundred sharp spikes that shot out at unimaginable speed.
Both wind and thunder represented extreme speed, and when fused together, their speed was even more astonishing.
"Bang bang."
The Death God Shadow enveloping the Death General was pierced through by the wind and thunder spikes, each spike embedding into it.
"Boom."
All the wind and thunder spikes exploded simultaneously, releasing destructive force.
Instantly, the Death God Shadow dissipated once more. The Death General was struck by the destructive force, his entire body charred black, losing one arm.
Xiang Chunan used his Metal Demon Crown to repel another Death General, laughing loudly, "Second Brother, well done! Don't go easy—exterminate all these grandsons!"
For now, he couldn't do much to this Death General, but keeping him occupied was no problem.
"Don't worry, none of them will escape. I'm still thinking about earning more merit points to make it onto the Heavenly Court's *Saint King Merit Ranking*," Feng Yan said.
He had once ranked thirteenth on the *Sacred Merit Ranking*. Now that he had reached the Saint King realm, if he couldn't even make it onto the ranking, wouldn't that be laughable?
Now that he had cultivated the *Nuwa Dao Art* to completion and his strength had greatly increased, it was time to fight fiercely on the merit battlefield and strive to raise his merit value.
Seeing his side's strong warriors repeatedly suffer heavy losses, Commander He Yun's expression turned somewhat ugly. He immediately wanted to move against Feng Yan and Xiang Chunan, unable to watch his side's strong warriors be killed.
But just as he moved, Zhang Ruochen blocked his path, saying, "Commander He Yun, your opponent is me."
"Shua."
A cyan sacred spear flew out from between Commander He Yun's brows, which he grabbed with one hand.
"Get out of my way."
Commander He Yun roared, swinging the cyan sacred spear in a horizontal sweep toward Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen did not dodge. The acupoints on both his arms and palms opened wide, sacred qi surging forth continuously, pouring into the Fire God Fist Gloves and arm guards.
The surfaces of the Fire God Fist Gloves and arm guards blazed with fierce flames, forming two patches of fire clouds, meeting the cyan sacred spear head-on.
"Clang."
The cyan sacred spear was blocked, while Zhang Ruochen's figure remained completely motionless.
With his Below Great Saint physique, if he could be shaken by a casual strike from Commander He Yun, that would be far too weak.
So-called Below Great Saint meant that as long as one's battle power didn't reach the Great Saint level, it was very difficult to cause harm, inherently placing one in an invincible position.
Encountering someone with such a powerful physique would give anyone a headache.
Although Commander He Yun was strong, his battle power was still far from the Great Saint level. Injuring Zhang Ruochen was nearly impossible.
"Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens."
Zhang Ruochen didn't like being passively beaten, so he immediately launched an attack.
A palm strike sent out an azure dragon, soaring through nine heavens.
"Bang."
The cyan sacred spear was forcefully sent flying. A terrifying force transmitted through the spear shaft to Commander He Yun's arms, causing them to tremble slightly.
Commander He Yun's gaze was deep, staring fixedly at Zhang Ruochen, no longer daring to be distracted in the slightest.
Earlier, when he heard that the third general under Red Star Divine Son, Black Flame General, had died at Zhang Ruochen's hands, he had thought Black Flame General was too useless.
Now it seemed it wasn't that Black Flame General was useless, but that Zhang Ruochen was too strong, able to contend with him bare-handed, completely exceeding his expectations.
Although he wasn't a Divine Son or Divine Son, he was still a genuine Proximate Dao realm powerhouse, definitely not weak. He had never imagined he would be unable to do anything to a cultivator at the Rule Grand Heaven realm.
Even Source Demon Divine Son, only after breaking through to the Dao Domain realm, could contend with him and even surpass him.
If Zhang Ruochen were allowed to grow and reach the Proximate Dao realm, wouldn't he be even stronger than Source Demon Divine Son?
"No wonder the Divine Son ordered that Zhang Ruochen must be captured. This person's threat is truly enormous," Commander He Yun thought to himself.
"Fire Slave, why haven't you made your move yet?"
Commander He Yun shouted loudly.
"Shua."
A mass of forest-white flame flew out from the war fortress. The temperature in this area instantly plummeted, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cavern.
Within the forest-white flame was a person, a person whose entire body was wrapped in silver armor, their features impossible to see, not even distinguishable as male or female.
"Zhang Ruochen, let Fire Slave play with you slowly. Use whatever methods you have, or else you might not have the chance," Commander He Yun sneered.
With Fire Slave making a move, he could completely relax.
On the surface, the three of them as commanders were the strongest under Source Demon Divine Son. But in reality, even if the three of them joined forces, they might not be able to defeat Fire Slave.
Fire Slave came from the Death God Temple, personally cultivated by Source Demon Divine Son's father. He was absolutely loyal to Source Demon Divine Son, can be considered a sharp blade in Source Demon Divine Son's hand, specializing in killing.
Zhang Ruochen didn't bother with Commander He Yun's provocative words. He simply directed his gaze toward Fire Slave, using his Divine Mark Eye to observe carefully.
However, the armor Fire Slave wore was somewhat strange. The Divine Mark Eye couldn't see through it.
Without a word, Fire Slave acted with extreme decisiveness. Forest-white flame condensed into a ten-foot hand, reaching straight for Zhang Ruochen.
He seemed very casual, as if he could capture Zhang Ruochen without much effort.
Zhang Ruochen didn't dodge. He immediately activated the Fire God Fist Gloves and arm guards, releasing two patches of fire clouds that crashed toward the forest-white flame giant hand.
Through this strike, he should be able to test part of Fire Slave's strength.
"Boom."
The fire clouds and the forest-white flame giant hand exploded simultaneously, rapidly canceling each other out into nothingness.
Both were flames, but they were undoubtedly fundamentally different—one scorching and violent, the other cold and still, complete opposites.
A wave of yin-cold force spread, causing a layer of white frost to form on Zhang Ruochen's body surface, nearly freezing him solid.
"Truly strong. What a Source Demon Divine Son, with so many powerful warriors under his command. I wonder just how strong he himself is," Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
Circulating sacred qi, Purifying Divine Flame surged out of his body, enveloping his entire form. The white frost instantly disappeared without a trace.
Through this probing, Zhang Ruochen had already determined that Fire Slave was a formidable opponent, worthy of his serious attention.
On the other side, without needing him to speak, Ji Fanxin had already made her move, intercepting Commander He Yun, eliminating any worries for Feng Yan and Xiang Chunan.
Feng Yan immediately struck with overwhelming force, using the exquisite sacred arts recorded in the *Nuwa Dao Art* to tear that already severely wounded Death General into pieces, annihilating both form and spirit.
Then, Feng Yan assisted Xiang Chunan, severely wounding another Death General. If not for the timely intervention of several dozen Dao Domain realm Death Generals, he too would have been doomed.
Those several dozen Dao Domain realm Death Generals were well prepared, quickly joining forces to use Death Thought Power to condense a Death God Shadow. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to withstand the fierce offensive of Feng Yan and Xiang Chunan.