Prehistoric: The female saint Shiji, brilliant and talented

"Splat!" The sound of flesh being torn apart was clearly audible.

"Ah—! Let me go! It hurts so much! Help! Please help me!"

Long Aoxuan let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered. The intense pain caused his whole body to convulse, and his forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat.

How could this noble young master have ever suffered such torture? Blood gushed from his shoulder, staining his robes red, and the excruciating pain and humiliation nearly made him faint.

Seeing that Long Aoxuan was severely injured and humiliated in the blink of an eye, the faces of the two cultivators watching the battle from a distance instantly turned so gloomy that water could drip from them!

The middle-aged man wielding the Frost Halberd's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He could no longer contain himself and roared, "How dare you, you brat! Prepare to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a cold streak of light, wielding a halberd and carrying a chilling aura like a blizzard, charging towards Shi Ji with the halberd aimed directly at her back, intending to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao!

Meanwhile, another taciturn old man with an even more profound aura flashed his eyes. Instead of attacking Shi Ji directly, he moved like a ghost towards the Poison Ancestor and the Evil Venerable Saint in the distance.

His strategy was clear and ruthless; he clearly intended to first clip Shi Ji's wings, or at least create chaos to distract her and thus create an opportunity for his comrades to kill her.

The middle-aged cultivator wielding the Frost Halberd was indeed terrifyingly powerful.

Seeing that Shi Ji was focusing all her efforts on dealing with Long Aoxuan, he thought there was an opportunity to take advantage of it. His figure transformed into a cold afterimage, and in an instant he had already approached Shi Ji from behind.

Instead of using his halberd for wide-ranging attacks, he used his left hand with fingers pointing like a sword, his fingertips gathering a point of extremely cold, bone-chilling blue light capable of freezing magic power. With lightning speed, he struck Shi Ji's vital point in the back!

This finger strike was silent and stealthy, yet extremely insidious, aiming to instantly seal the flow of magical power throughout Shi Ji's body.

"Successful!"

The middle-aged cultivator was secretly delighted, as he felt his finger force had already touched Shi Ji's clothes.

However, the smug look on his face suddenly froze the next moment.

The scene he had envisioned—where Shi Ji's magic was frozen and her movements were stiff—did not occur.

Instead, a more powerful and refined force erupted from Shi Ji's body like a dormant volcano, easily dispersing his icy finger force and causing his fingers to go numb!

Shi Ji didn't even turn around completely, but just tilted her head slightly, a contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of her mouth: "Hmph, a mere trick, yet you dare to show off your skills before an expert?"

Facing the middle-aged cultivator's palm strike that came down with the force of a blizzard, Shi Ji swayed slightly, her footwork becoming mysterious and unpredictable, as if she had transformed into a giant Kun swimming in the Northern Sea, or a golden roc about to take flight, her figure becoming illusory and uncertain.

This is precisely the ultimate skill he has mastered—the Nine Forms of the Kunpeng!
The first move, "Peng Turns to the Nine Heavens," was unleashed, leaving afterimages in the small space. The sharp palm strike barely grazed the hem of his clothes, and the violent icy energy froze a large area of ​​ice crystals on the ground, but failed to harm Shi Ji in the slightest.

Not only did she easily evade the attack, but Shi Ji's counterattack was also incredibly fierce!
Just as his palm strike missed, his leg, like a long-dormant venomous dragon, sprang up silently yet with lightning speed, kicking straight at the middle-aged cultivator's unsuspecting chest!

This kick contained his powerful physical strength and pure magical power. The wind from the kick tore through the air and emitted a sharp "hiss" sound!

The middle-aged cultivator's pupils constricted sharply, his heart filled with horror!
Shi Ji's reaction speed and the ferocity of her counterattack far exceeded his expectations!

He tried to dodge, but Shi Ji's kick was too fast and the angle was extremely tricky, blocking all his escape routes!
In his haste, he could only barely cross his arms in front of his chest and circulate all his magical power to form an ice crystal shield.

"Bam—!"

A dull, thunderous explosion, like the sound of leather being struck, rang out!

The ice crystal shield shattered instantly, and the middle-aged cultivator felt an irresistible force slam into his arms, followed by excruciating pain!
"Crack!"

The clear sound of bones cracking reached his ears. He felt as if he had been hit by a flying mountain. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward uncontrollably and crashed heavily to the ground dozens of meters away. His face turned ashen and his breath weakened. He had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

Meanwhile, the battle on the other side was also extremely fierce.

The Poison Ancestor and the Evil Saint showed no fear in the face of the old man with the profound aura.

The Poison Ancestor was surrounded by green mist, and wherever he passed, even the rocks sizzled as they were corroded. With a wave of his hands, a series of highly poisonous spells, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, attacked the old man with cunning and ruthlessness.

The Evil Saint, on the other hand, appeared unpredictable and elusive, his figure shifting and his spells often carrying a power to erode the mind and interfere with the old man's judgment.

The old man was indeed incredibly experienced in combat and possessed profound cultivation. Despite being startled by the two's coordinated attack, he remained calm and collected. He wielded his whisk flawlessly, creating a solid defense with streaks of white light, and occasionally managed to seize an opening to launch a fierce counterattack.

The two sides exchanged blows, their spells flashing and exploding with deafening roars. For a time, they were locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand.

At this moment, the most miserable person was none other than Long Aoxuan.

He was firmly bound by Shi Ji with a "Binding Immortal Rope" that shimmered with runes, and was suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

First, his shoulder was bitten, and now things were getting even worse—Shi Ji showed no mercy, grabbed his left arm and twisted it forcefully!
"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out as Long Aoxuan's left arm bent at an eerie angle, clearly having been snapped in two!
The intense pain caused him to scream like a pig being slaughtered, veins bulging on his forehead and cold sweat pouring down his face.

Their previous arrogance had vanished, replaced by boundless fear and despair.

"Spare me...spare my life!"

Shi...Lord Shiji!
I was blind and offended you!

Please, have mercy on me!
I offer all my treasures and swear a blood oath to be your slave for eternity!

Long Aoxuan burst into tears, his voice trembling as he wailed.

He was truly terrified, his heart was breaking!
The guy in front of me, named Shi Ji, is ridiculously strong and ruthless. He's like a demon god who has returned from hell!
His heart was filled with endless regret. If he had known that Shi Ji was so terrifying, he would never have dared to provoke her, even if he had a hundred times the courage.

Unfortunately, there's no going back in this world, and no amount of regret can alleviate the inhuman suffering he's enduring right now.

Shi Ji hovered in front of Long Aoxuan, her expression as cold as ice that had stood for millennia, her eyes devoid of any pity, only filled with indifference.

He looked down at Long Aoxuan, who was pleading for mercy, and said in a calm but authoritative voice: "You, a man of some standing, have always acted arrogantly and domineeringly. Did you ever think you'd end up like this? Now you're begging for mercy? Too late!"

Everyone has to pay the price for the choices they make. If you do something wrong, you have to bear the corresponding consequences!

This is the most fundamental principle in the universe!

Before she finished speaking, Shi Ji raised her right hand again, her palm filled with magical power, and mercilessly struck Long Aoxuan's right shoulder!
"Thump! Crack!" Another muffled thud was accompanied by the clear sound of bones breaking!

Long Aoxuan's right arm was also completely destroyed!

He let out an even more piercing scream, his entire body limp as if his bones had been removed from his body, bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, leaving only desperate wails: "Spare me...please...spare me..."

At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to resent Shi Ji anymore. Instead, deep in his heart, he felt an extreme resentment towards the identity of "Long Aoxuan"—if he hadn't relied on his status to act recklessly and arrogantly, how could he have provoked such a wicked star? If he had recognized reality earlier and acted discreetly, perhaps he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Shi Ji ignored his wails and remained unmoved.

Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.

He understood this principle well.

To cut the weeds, you must remove them at the root, otherwise the consequences will be endless.

Without further hesitation, his right palm, imbued with destructive power, finally struck Long Aoxuan's head.

"Pfft!"

A sound that wasn't loud but sent chills down your spine rang out.

Long Aoxuan's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt. His head exploded like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white matter everywhere, his soul and spirit annihilated!
This renowned genius cultivator from the Alliance of Myriad Races perished, body and soul, in this desolate and unfamiliar land.

Witnessing Long Aoxuan being killed so cleanly and efficiently, the remaining followers were all terrified and their souls nearly left their bodies!

Even Long Aoxuan and the middle-aged cultivator were defeated so thoroughly, where would they find the slightest will to fight?
"Run! Run away!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs, and the group immediately scattered like startled birds, fleeing desperately in different directions, wishing they had two more legs.

However, Shi Ji would not let them have their way. Now that he had taken action, he would not leave any survivors, lest the news leak out and cause even greater trouble.

He snorted coldly, and with a flick of his body, he transformed into several afterimages that were difficult to distinguish from reality, each chasing after the fleeing enemy.

His speed was too fast, almost like teleportation. In the blink of an eye, several short screams and the aftershocks of the spell collisions came from afar.

In a short while, Shi Ji's true form returned to its original spot, her clothes fluttering, spotless.

Those few fleeing cultivators have all been killed, and the world has returned to deathly silence, with only the mournful sound of the wind remaining.

Shi Ji walked to Long Aoxuan's headless corpse, expressionlessly took out a large piece of black cloth from her storage ring, skillfully wrapped the broken limbs on the ground, tied a knot, and then casually threw it into her Mountain and River Ring, as if she were just dealing with an unimportant piece of trash.

"Master, there seems to be a uniquely shaped axe in this guy's storage ring. It doesn't look like an ordinary item. Let's open it and take a look to see if we can find anything unexpected!"

The Poison Ancestor had already finished his battle and walked over with the Evil Saint. The old man had obviously not escaped either.

Shi Ji nodded slightly, and with a thought, she erased the remaining divine soul imprint on Long Aoxuan's storage ring and opened it.

He scanned the inside of the ring with his divine sense, a look of disdain on his face: "This guy has a prestigious status, but he's a penniless wretch."

Aside from these tattered corpses, not even a single decent top-tier magic weapon could be found. It seems he hasn't been focusing on proper cultivation, but rather on devising crooked and unorthodox methods.

He searched carefully and indeed found an axe in the pile of junk, its body a dark gold color and its shape simple and heavy.

The axe felt cold to the touch, and its blade gleamed with a faint, cold light. Although its aura was restrained, Shi Ji could tell with her keen eyesight that its power was quite remarkable and it was by no means an ordinary immortal weapon.

He held the axe in his hand and weighed it in his hand, sensing a certain ancient and desolate aura contained within it.

"This axe is quite interesting; its material and crafting method are rather rare."

Shi Ji put it away, but a hint of doubt remained in her heart.

He had traveled to all walks of life and seen countless rare treasures, most of which he could recognize. However, he could not find any corresponding information about this axe in his knowledge.

"It seems that this guy obtained it by chance from some corner of an ancient ruin, and even he himself may not know its true value."

“Master, these high-grade spirit stones and these few bottles of healing medicine are the most valuable things this kid has. Please keep them safe.”

The Evil Saint handed the counted items to Shi Ji.

Shi Ji pocketed the spirit stones, pills, and some decent magical artifact materials.

After dealing with the spoils, his gaze fell on the Poison Ancestor, with a hint of inquiry, and he asked, "What is your origin? Why did you appear in this vast sea of ​​stars, and why are you involved with Long Aoxuan and the others?"

Upon hearing this, Poison Ancestor immediately grinned respectfully, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and replied, "Replying to Master! I was originally a Star Sea Demon Beast born and raised here. By chance, I gained some fortune and cultivated into human form."

Later, in order to seek more resources and protection, he joined the Heavenly Court and served under them.

I am honored by the title of "Poison Ancestor" bestowed upon me by my fellow enthusiasts.

"I was sent out with Long Aoxuan and the others to explore an ancient ruin, but I never expected to run into you, Master. It's truly... a case of 'no discord, no concord,' hehe."

His smile was somewhat awkward.

"Oh? So you're a demon cultivator."

Shi Ji looked slightly surprised, but then understood.

He looked at the desolate and lifeless starry sky and said, "I have stayed here for quite some time. I feel that the spiritual energy here is thin and the opportunities are limited. I plan to leave and go to the legendary Southern Continent to take a look."

I've heard that there are three thousand great worlds there, each with its own unique characteristics and containing endless possibilities.

Especially the starry world, which is said to connect to many mysterious dimensions. For cultivators, traversing the cosmos and reaching different worlds would be an unimaginable opportunity.

The Poison Ancestor nodded repeatedly, a look of longing on his face: "Master is absolutely right! The boundless star sea truly holds countless opportunities. With good luck, one might even obtain the complete inheritance of an ancient powerful being and soar to the heavens!" (End of Chapter)