Daily Intelligence, Starting Out I Obtain the Heaven-devouring Demonic Art

But now, even though he was severely wounded and his strength was less than one-hundredth of his original, he was not someone a mere Hedao Realm could challenge.

Under normal circumstances, after exchanging a blow with him, the opponent’s body should have long since given out, their flesh and blood disintegrating.

Yet, at this moment, the opponent seemed perfectly fine, his physical strength far exceeding his expectations.

“Again…!”

Wang Teng roared, gripping the heavenly demon halberd, and once again charged at Gu Xuancang.

“A saints hand bone, an ancient saint weapon, and your body also emits the sickening aura of the Wang family! Could it be… you are that Wang Teng’s Dao Protector?”

“That’s not right! How could a Dao Protector of the esteemed Wang family only be in the Hedao Realm? Could it be… you are that Wang Teng?”

“No… impossible! That Wang Teng is just a good-for-nothing, how could he possess such strength?”

Gu Xuancang’s expression was grim.

The Zangyue Demon Palace, as one of the Wang family’s mortal enemies, understood the Wang family best.

One could say they had thoroughly researched every aspect of the Wang family.

Even individuals of their Elder level remembered the unique aura belonging to the Wang family members.

The person before him, with only Hedao Realm strength, could not be a Dao Protector sent by the Wang family.

However, he was even more unwilling to believe that the person before him was Wang Teng.

Simply because, in his impression, Wang Teng had always been a good-for-nothing.

But now, Wang Teng had reached the Hedao Realm, and his strength was shockingly powerful.

Most importantly, the Wang family already had a Ancient Sacred Body who had suppressed the younger generation of their three great Demon Palaces.

If there was another Wang Teng with such strength, once these two brothers grew up, how could their three great Demon Palaces contend against the Wang family?

Boom, boom, boom…!

Wang Teng and Gu Xuancang fought with all their might.

The more Gu Xuancang fought Wang Teng, the more shocked he became.

To be frank, through this battle, Gu Xuancang was certain that even the Prodigies and elites of the younger generation of the Zangyue Demon Palace might not be Wang Teng’s match.

“Regardless of whether you are Wang Teng or not, as long as you are a member of the Wang family, you deserve to die!”

Gu Xuancang roared, having already decided to kill Wang Teng.

The next moment, Gu Xuancang burned his essence blood, forcefully restoring himself to his Peak state.

He was too severely injured; in his injured state, killing Wang Teng was simply impossible.

Left with no choice, he could only burn his essence blood to forcefully return to his Peak state.

Although doing so would worsen his injuries, and even risk a drop in Realm, and the time he could remain in his Peak state was only a short breath.

But he had to do it, otherwise, he couldn’t possibly kill Wang Teng.

With his Peak strength, a single breath was enough to easily obliterate Wang Teng.

Boom…!

The moment Gu Xuancang returned to his Peak state, the heavens and earth trembled violently, and an incomparably powerful pressure, like an ancient divine mountain, pressed down on Wang Teng, making him utterly unable to move.

“Die…!”

Gu Xuancang let out a low growl, directly pointing a finger.

This finger, like the finger of an ancient god, carried an unparalleled sense of oppression as it pointed towards Wang Teng…