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Zhou Tianming dodged the sword to the side, and the God-Slaying Sword met it head-on. The two swords clashed in mid-air, golden and black light intertwining.

But Qin Yu's attack didn't stop with that one sword strike. He pushed forward with his other hand, and the Demon-Suppressing Stele flew out from his waist, smashing directly into Zhou Tianming's back.

Zhou Tianming had anticipated this move and dodged the attack of the Demon Suppression Stele by turning his body. But just as he dodged the Demon Suppression Stele, Zhu Zhen's body crashed into him from the side.

With a bang, Zhou Tianming was sent flying, and the protective spiritual energy on his chest was shattered.

"A good opportunity."

Kui Wu also rushed forward, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, aimed at Zhou Tianming's face, wanting to vent all the hatred that had accumulated over the past three years.

However, Zhou Tianming was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and his reaction speed far exceeded that of ordinary people. He turned around and dodged Kui Wu's fist. His God-Slaying Sword swept around and forced all three demonic beasts to retreat.

"Do you think you can beat me with three against one?"

Zhou Tianming's tone was somewhat agitated. He had indeed been injured when Zhu Zhen bumped into him, but such an injury was nothing to a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"I was just testing your strength. Now I'm going to get serious."

As soon as Zhou Tianming finished speaking, his aura surged again, and the black sword light on the God-Slaying Sword condensed into a huge black python phantom, which pounced towards Qin Yu and the others with its blood-red maw wide open.

"This is Lord Zhou's trump card technique, the God-Slaying Python Shadow Sword. Back then, he used this move to kill three old monsters in the early Nascent Soul stage."

Yin Buwei's words brought expectant looks to the faces of the other elders. Lord Zhou was finally serious; these thieves were doomed today.

The black python phantom was too fast; Zhu Zhen and Xiao Long had no time to dodge and could only brace themselves and face it head-on.

With a loud bang, the black python's body slammed into Zhu Zhen, sending him flying. His massive body crashed into the ground, creating a large crater.

Xiao Long's situation wasn't much better. His dragon breath was directly suppressed by the black python's attack, and the golden flames were as vulnerable as a child's toy in front of the black python's shadow.

"boss."

Kui Wu wanted to rush up to help, but the black python's tail lashed out and wrapped around him, its chilling power rendering him completely immobile.

"With such meager skills, you dare to break into the Xuan Yin Sect's mountain gate? You truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

Zhou Tianming's laughter echoed across the battlefield. His God-Slaying Python Shadow Sword was virtually invincible to anyone below the Nascent Soul stage. Today, these few demonic beasts, along with that late-stage Foundation Establishment kid, were no match for him at all.

"Blood Fiend, are you scared now? My God-Slaying Python Shadow Sword has killed three Nascent Soul stage cultivators. Your strength is no match for it."

Qin Yu remained motionless, his gaze falling on Kui Wu, who was entangled by the black python, and then on Zhu Zhen and Xiao Long, who had been knocked away.

"Your python is somewhat interesting, but that's about it."

"What are you talking about? Do you think you still have a chance to turn things around?"

As soon as Zhou Tianming finished speaking, Qin Yu slightly flipped his wrist, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the Demon Suppression Stele.

The aura was so powerful that even Zhou Tianming couldn't help but take a step back, and the black python phantom on the God-Slaying Python Shadow Sword trembled slightly.

"What is this aura? How can it be so terrifying?"

Yin Buwei's face turned deathly pale. He had lived for over two hundred years and had never felt such a terrifying sense of oppression.

The cracks on the Demon-Suppressing Stele began to glow, and an aged voice came from within.

"Kid, are you sure you want to use this opportunity?"

Qin Yu's tone remained unchanged.

"Senior, please make a move."

"Hmph, a bunch of ants are not worth my time, what a waste."

The aged voice carried a hint of disdain, but the next second, a black light shot out from the Demon-Suppressing Stele, directly slashing at Zhou Tianming's black python phantom.

The light was too fast, so fast that even Zhou Tianming, who was in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, couldn't react in time. The black python phantom was directly cut in two, and then collapsed and dissipated as if it had lost its support.

"How is this possible? How could my God-Slaying Python Shadow Sword be severed in one strike?" Zhou Tianming's voice changed. This move was his trump card, and he had killed no fewer than three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators with it. Yet today, it was instantly killed by a beam of light that appeared out of nowhere.

"A demigod in the Mahayana stage? This kid really has a demigod in the Mahayana stage."

Yin Buwei finally believed his previous guess: there was indeed a terrifying existence hidden inside that broken stone tablet.

Zhou Tianming's face turned ashen, and he took three steps back, his imposing aura noticeably weakening.

"What is your background, and why do you have a glimpse of a Mahayana-stage old monster?"

"you do not need to know."

Qin Yu's answer remained brief, the light on the Demon Suppression Stele gradually faded, and the aged voice never reappeared.

Han Shitian had promised Qin Yu that he could help once, but now that opportunity was used up, it would be impossible to get him to help again.

But Qin Yu didn't care. His goal today was to save Kui Wu's sister and teach the Xuan Yin Sect a lesson, and he had already achieved that goal.

"Lord Zhou, what should we do?"

Yin Buwei's voice carried a hint of panic. That black light just now was too terrifying. If that Mahayana stage old monster had attacked again, none of them present would have survived.

Zhou Tianming's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water. He had never suffered such a loss in his more than two hundred years of life, and today he was actually suppressed by a mere Foundation Establishment stage kid.

"Blood Fiend, your methods are indeed impressive, but do you think you can intimidate me with just that?"

"I don't need to scare you. I just need to tell you a fact."

"What facts?"

"You can leave today, but no one from the Xuan Yin Sect will be able to leave."

Qin Yu's words surprised Zhou Tianming. This kid meant to let him go but leave the people from the Xuan Yin Sect behind.

Yin Buwei's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Lord Zhou, you can't abandon us."

"Third Elder, I am Emperor Li's man and have nothing to do with your Xuan Yin Sect. I will report today's events to Emperor Li. Good luck to you."

After saying this, Zhou Tianming flashed and rushed out of the Xuan Yin Sect. The black sword light on the God-Slaying Sword cleared a path for him, and no one could stop him.

"Lord Zhou, you can't leave."

Yin Buwei's voice was filled with despair. Zhou Tianming was their last hope, and now that hope was gone, what did they have left to fight Qin Yu with?

"Lord Zhou has run away, let's run away too."

An elder in the early stage of the Golden Core realm turned to flee, but Zhu Zhen's body blocked his way like a wall.

"You want to run away? Did Grandpa Zhu Zhen agree to it?"

The elder's face turned pale. He tried to resist, but Zhu Zhen slapped him so hard that he was sent flying, losing several teeth in the process.

"Boss, that old bastard Zhou Tianming has run away. Should we chase after him?"

Kui Wu's tone was tinged with resentment. Zhou Tianming had almost killed them just now, and now he had just run away.

"We won't pursue them; we can't afford to offend Li Dijun's people right now."

Qin Yu's answer silenced Kui Wu. The boss was right. Li Dijun was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and Zhou Tianming was his personal bodyguard. If they really chased after them and killed Zhou Tianming, Li Dijun would definitely not let them go.

"But none of these Xuan Yin Sect members will be leaving."

Qin Yu's gaze swept over the Xuan Yin Sect experts present. Of the ten Golden Core stage elders, plus those who had been injured earlier, only seven remained standing. (End of Chapter)