Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

The old woman manipulated the phantom of a venomous snake and attacked Qingfeng!

Qingfeng's figure flickered.

In the next instant, he flashed to the old woman's grandson's side and threw a simple, unadorned punch, directly hitting the young master of Li Chen.

"Grandson, be careful!"

The old woman hurriedly reminded him, while simultaneously manipulating the dark green venomous snake transformed from her wooden staff, which turned and lunged at Qingfeng.

"go!"

Qingfeng let out a low shout and tossed the Zhenhai Demon Refining Tower upwards.

The little tower spun around and flew into the air, enveloping itself within its shape.

The gray runes on the tower slowly swirled, forming an indestructible barrier.

The dark green venomous snake that the old woman's wooden staff transformed into had no effect when it struck the tower.

"What! How is this possible?!"

The old woman clearly hadn't expected Qingfeng to have such a powerful defensive magic weapon.

However, Qingfeng's fist slammed hard into Li Chen's protective spiritual light!

"Snap!"

The protective aura shattered with a crash after lasting only a single breath.

Qingfeng's fist punched Li Chen's chest so hard that it caved in.

With his other hand, he summoned the Three Emperors Prison Suppressing Hammer.

"Thunder! Earth! Fire!"

The old woman, who had unleashed all three of her divine abilities in an attempt to save people, was suppressed by the earth-yellow light, which slowed her down.

The flashing lightning forced her to defend herself.

"Grandma, save me!"

Li Chen cried out in fear, his mouth full of blood.

In his vision, crimson flames erupted from the hammerhead, and a scorching wave of heat engulfed him...

"Bang!"

The flaming hammer crashed down with immense force.

The head of Li Chen, the young master of the True Demon Sect, exploded like a watermelon.

Red and white fragments mixed with bone chips flew everywhere. The headless corpse twitched twice in the flames before turning into charcoal.

From the moment Qingfeng made his move to the moment he killed the enemy, it only took him a few breaths.

With both magic weapons unleashed and the enhancement of the "Heavenly Demon Art," let alone an early-stage Core Formation cultivator, even that late-stage Core Formation old woman would be killed with a single blow if he got close.

"Chen'er—!"

Witnessing her grandson's tragic death, the old woman let out a heart-wrenching, mournful wail.

The old man's eyes looked at Qingfeng, and instantly became bloodshot.

Her beloved grandson, whom she had painstakingly nurtured and placed high hopes on, the future hope of the True Demon Sect, was crushed to death right before her eyes!

"I will make sure your soul is utterly destroyed, and you are never to be reincarnated!"

The old woman's face was twisted like a demon's.

She plunged her fingers into her chest cavity, causing her spiritual energy to surge wildly. Her once withered body began to swell up as if inflated.

Black poisonous mist gushed out from every pore of her body, instantly filling a space of several dozen feet.

The seaweed in the coral forest withers at the slightest touch, and the ground sizzles and emits plumes of black smoke as it is corroded.

"Everyone, get back somewhere!"

Qingfeng activated the Demon Refining Tower of the Sea to protect himself, while Yuan Yao and the others retreated a great distance.

"A thousand poisons corrode the bones, a blood sacrifice to the netherworld!"

The old woman shrieked, and with her withered hands pulled a palm-sized, blood-red silk handkerchief from her chest cavity.

This handkerchief seemed to be woven from countless fine blood vessels, exuding a nauseatingly heavy stench of blood and resentment.

The old woman bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood mixed with primordial poison onto the blood-stained handkerchief.

On the surface of the blood-stained handkerchief, distorted and painful phantom faces appeared, emitting mournful howls.

Then, a drop of blood, exuding an extremely yin and evil aura, slowly seeped out from the heart of the handkerchief.

The old woman flicked the blood droplet with her finger, sending it into the churning black poisonous mist.

"laugh--!"

When the poisonous mist meets the filthy blood, it begins to sprout hideous tentacles formed from the poisonous mist, vengeful spirits, and filthy blood!

The densely packed tentacles were nauseating.

This is the old woman's most treasured secret technique, with the "Ten Thousand Poisons Vengeful Soul Cloth" refined over many years using her own life essence as its core.

It is a secret technique of ghostly arts that combines poison and malevolent energy.

Its power is such that anything entangled by its tentacles will be corroded, including the physical body, the soul, and even one's destiny, preventing reincarnation.

It is the most vicious secret spell among the magic arts of the ghost path.

"I'll make you pay with your life for my grandson! And that vile woman over there! You all must die!"

The old woman's life essence was being continuously absorbed by the tentacles, clearly at a great cost.

"Interesting. You are clearly the ones who are both stupid and arrogant, relying on your strength and background to bully others. According to your logic, the strong should take everything from the weak."

"Then killing your grandson, scattering your ashes, and wiping out your family and sect shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Looking at the ferocious tentacles that surrounded him, Qingfeng smiled and showed no sign of panic.

"Even on the verge of death, he's still being stubborn!"

The old woman glared at Qingfeng with resentment.

She only cared about her grandson's life and death, believing that her grandson's life was precious, while everyone else was just talent to be refined at will.

"Ghostly magic?"

Qingfeng looked at the old madwoman and said.

"Not bad, you do have some sense. Die!"

The old woman manipulated her ferocious tentacles, frantically attacking the gray rune barrier of the Demon-Refining Tower of the Sea.

Seeing the barrier tainted by filth, Qingfeng finally frowned.

"Golden Thunderfire Sword, unleash!"

He made a hand seal and summoned his natal magic weapon—the Golden Thunder Fire Sword.

"Exorcising Thunder! Go!"

With a change in his Azure Maple Sword Technique, he channeled his pure magical power into the sword.

In an instant, the Golden Thunder Fire Sword shone brightly, and crackling sounds emanated from its blade.

Golden arcs of electricity burst forth from the sword, like golden lightning snakes, swirling and dancing around its blade.

"cut!"

Qingfeng pointed forward and waved his hand.

The Golden Thunder Blaze Sword transformed into a dazzling rainbow, carrying the divine thunder to slash at the countless poisonous tentacles that were attacking from all directions.

Wherever the golden sword light passed, the evil-repelling divine thunder erupted!

The seemingly ferocious and incomparably filthy tentacles melted and disintegrated rapidly in the face of the golden lightning, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Amidst the piercing hissing sound, a large amount of poisonous gas was evaporated, and the vengeful phantoms emitted a mournful shriek amidst the lightning before their souls were scattered, and the filthy blood and light were completely cleansed.

In a short while, Qingfeng easily neutralized the old woman's trump card move.

"This...this is...the exorcising divine thunder?!"

The resentment and madness in the old woman's eyes were instantly replaced by horror.

As someone who cultivates both demonic and poisonous arts, she knows better than anyone how terrifying this legendary divine thunder is at suppressing demonic and evil techniques!

"That sword is a magical artifact forged from ten-thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo... Just who are you?!"

The old woman then realized that she had misjudged the situation from the beginning.

The opponent's magical treasures were endless, each with strange and supernatural abilities, and the cultivation techniques they practiced seemed to be some kind of demonic body-refining technique.

"No, fellow Daoist...you are also a member of the demonic path, aren't you?"

There might be a misunderstanding between us. I am an elder of the True Demon Sect, and my master is Wen Tianren, the successor of the Six Paths Supreme Saint.

The old woman trembled all over; she was terrified when she saw Qingfeng holding a long sword.

"I was wrong! Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Shall we call it even?"

She didn't want to die yet; she gave up on avenging her grandson.

Had I known that such a malevolent spirit lurked on this remote island, and that he possessed the legendary exorcising divine thunder, I would have been so disappointed.

She would never come here to cause trouble just because her grandson is in a bad mood.

"No, you did nothing wrong, you were right. As a strong person, you should ruthlessly humiliate the weak."

"Don't worry, you and your grandson won't be alone. I will wipe out your entire family and your sect."

Qingfeng smiled kindly.

"Pfft!"

The Golden Thunder and Fire Sword pierced through the old woman's heart, and the evil-repelling divine thunder and supreme yang fire wrapped around the sword instantly erupted within her body.

The old woman's body trembled violently, and she stiffly lowered her head to look at the charred, hollow hole the size of a bowl in her chest.

"Heh...heh..."

She opened her mouth, but the light in her eyes quickly dimmed, filled with endless regret and resentment.