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The aftershock of the explosion pushed Zhou Tianming back three zhang (approximately 10 meters), creating a large crater in the ground beneath his feet. Flying debris struck several Xuan Yin Sect disciples who hadn't had time to dodge.

"Lord Zhou, be careful. That dragon's breath is abnormal; its power has at least tripled."

Yin Buwei's reminder made Zhou Tianming's face even uglier. A golden dragon that was not yet fully grown could actually rival the power of his sword light with its dragon breath. This was unheard of in Martial Emperor City.

"I have killed no fewer than ten dragons, and a mere young dragon dares to be so presumptuous in front of me."

As soon as Zhou Tianming finished speaking, his figure transformed into a black afterimage, bypassing Zhu Zhen and rushing towards Xiaolong. The black sword light on the God-Slaying Sword condensed into a sword aura that was three zhang long.

Little Dragon reacted quickly, opening its mouth and spewing out another breath of dragon fire, golden flames forming a barrier in front of it.

However, Zhou Tianming's attack this time was more than twice as strong as before. His sword energy pierced through the dragon's breath and struck the little dragon.

"Roar!!!"

The little dragon let out a painful roar as several of its scales were sliced ​​off by the sword energy, and golden dragon blood spilled onto the ground.

"You beast, how dare you hurt my brother!"

Zhu Zhen charged forward again, but Zhou Tianming had anticipated its movements. He swept the God-Slaying Sword around, and the black sword light formed a ring-shaped barrier to protect himself in the middle.

Zhu Zhen's charge struck the barrier of sword light and was thrown back three zhang (approximately 10 meters), his plump body rolling several times on the ground before finally stopping.

"You two demons think you can kill me? You're delusional."

Zhou Tianming's aura reached its peak, unleashing his full power as a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. The surrounding air was so compressed that it distorted, and even the Golden Core elders standing to the side were struggling to breathe.

Qin Yu stood motionless at the edge of the battlefield, the Nine Dragons Sword hovering beside him, its tip always pointing in Zhou Tianming's direction.

"Blood Fiend, aren't you going to make a move? If you don't, your two demons will be killed by me."

Yin Buwei's voice carried a hint of smugness. Zhou Tianming was indeed formidable; even two demons working together were no match for him.

"Lord Zhou, be careful of the Demon-Suppressing Stele in that kid's hand. That thing can imprison people. Huang Lingtian was trapped by that thing."

As soon as Yin Buwei said this, Zhou Tianming's gaze fell on the broken stone tablet hanging at Qin Yu's waist. Its dull and lifeless appearance made it look like an ordinary stone.

"This piece of junk can even trap a Nascent Soul cultivator. Huang Lingtian is truly a piece of trash."

"Lord Zhou, you may not know this, but there is a clone of a great Mahayana stage monster hidden inside that stone tablet. Once it is released, even Nascent Soul stage cultivators will have to kneel down."

Yin Buwei's words made Zhou Tianming frown. The clone of a Mahayana stage old monster was indeed a troublesome thing.

"Are you sure it's an avatar from the Mahayana stage?"

"I'm not sure, but the sect leader mentioned to me before that the stone tablet has an extraordinary origin and told me to be very careful."

Zhou Tianming's gaze swept over Qin Yu. This young man in the late Foundation Establishment stage actually possessed the Purple Sun Divine Armor, a stone tablet capable of trapping people, and three demonic beasts that could form an array.

This kind of setup is something that even a direct disciple of a major sect might not have, let alone a rogue cultivator.

"Blood Fiend, what is your background?"

Qin Yu's answer was simple and direct.

"You don't need to know, you're not going to make it through today anyway."

"Do you really think you two demons can kill me?"

"I have more than two demons under my command." As soon as Qin Yu finished speaking, another beam of light flew out from the Spirit Tower, and Kui Wu's figure appeared on the battlefield.

But Kui Wu was still holding someone in his arms, a female demon covered in blood, her eyes closed, her breath so faint it was almost imperceptible.

"Boss, my sister has been rescued, but her soul is severely damaged. Meng Qianyun said she needs at least ten Soul Pills to recover."

Kui Wu's voice trembled. His sister's condition was worse than he had imagined. Three years of torment had left her skin and bones, covered in scars and bruises.

When Yin Buwei saw the female demon that Kui Wu was holding, a hint of regret appeared on his face.

"What a pity, the furnace I nurtured for three years was snatched away by you just like that."

"You beast, how dare you say such a thing?"

Zhu Zhen's eyes were red. Although it usually acted carefree, Kui Wu was its brother. How could it not be angry that Kui Wu's sister had been violated like this?

"It's just a furnace. I can say whatever I want. What, you beasts, do you think you can reason with humans?"

Yin Buwei's words represented the thoughts of most human cultivators in Martial Emperor City. In their eyes, the demon race was just a resource, a tool, and not a species like humans.

Kui Wu handed his younger sister over to Ye Qingxue, who had just emerged from the Spirit Tower. Although Ye Qingxue's combat strength was weak, she was a flower fairy, and her spiritual energy could heal the injured.

"Boss, please let me kill this old bastard."

Kui Wu's voice was filled with deep-seated hatred. His sister had been violated by these beasts for three years, and today he would take revenge with his own hands.

Qin Yu's gaze swept over the dying female demon in Kui Wu's arms, and then landed on Yin Buwei.

"Third Elder, is it? I've remembered everything you said earlier."

"So what if I remember? You're just a piece of trash in the late Foundation Establishment stage. What can you do to me? Lord Zhou is here. None of you will escape today."

Yin Buwei's words made Zhou Tianming nod. The situation on the battlefield was clear: although Qin Yu had an extra minotaur, Zhu Zhen and Xiao Long had both been injured, reducing their combat strength by at least 20%.

"Blood Fiend, it's not too late for you to surrender now. Hand over your magical treasures and those three demonic beasts, and I can give you a quick death."

"Do you think I, this young master, will surrender?"

"It's fine if you don't surrender, I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead."

When Zhou Tianming said this, his gaze fell on the female demon in Ye Qingxue's arms, and then he looked at Ye Qingxue again.

"This flower fairy beside you is quite nice, she smells wonderful. She must be a top-quality cultivation vessel. After I kill you, I'll let the disciples of the Xuan Yin Sect enjoy her."

These words enraged Zhu Zhen and Xiao Long. Ye Qingxue was their boss's woman, and this old bastard dared to make a move on her.

Ye Qingxue's face also turned pale. Although she didn't understand social etiquette very well, she still understood the meaning behind Zhou Tianming's words.

"My husband, I don't want to be captured by them."

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Qin Yu's tone remained calm, but the Nine Dragons Sword in his hand had begun to tremble slightly, and the golden light on the sword was getting brighter and brighter.

"Blood Fiend, your sword is quite good. It looks like a top-grade spirit sword. Once I kill you, this sword will be mine."

Before Zhou Tianming could finish speaking, Qin Yu moved, the Nine Dragons Sword transforming into a golden light that pierced straight for Zhou Tianming's throat. (End of Chapter)