Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Time flies.

three days later.

Deep within the secluded cave.

Su Yu sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

A black robe.

His expression was calm and serene.

During these three days.

He focused all his energy on thoroughly understanding Youjue.

The "Return of All Things to Emptiness" technique can simulate breath, but that's not enough.

To remain undetected within a top-tier demonic force like the Primordial Demon Sect, he must master Youjue's fighting style.

The Great Way of the Wind.

The Dark and Desolate Divine Kingdom.

Su Yu closed his eyes.

In his mind, he meticulously dissected the scenes of Youjue's countless past battles, as if peeling back layers of an onion.

Wind is formless and shapeless.

Light and agile, sharp, with a touch of the coldness and corrosiveness unique to the demonic path.

Su Yu examined this law of the Extreme Bone Realm with his perspective as a Primordial Chaos Realm cultivator.

It's too rough.

In Su Yu's view, Youjue's understanding of the Great Dao of Wind was like a three-year-old child wielding a sledgehammer.

It has the appearance but not the spirit.

Su Yu's mind raced.

The spatial laws at the peak of the Primordial Chaos, combined with the deductions of the Time God Kingdom, began to drastically modify Youjue's cultivation techniques.

Eliminate those superfluous and flashy moves.

The sharpness of the wind and the division of space are perfectly integrated at the underlying logic level.

hum.

Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.

In the depths of his eyes, a dark cyan wind blade flashed and disappeared in an instant.

It became.

A brand new, unique skill belonging exclusively to "Youjue" was born in Su Yu's hands.

"The Netherworld Rift Wind Disaster"

The name perfectly matches the style of the Demon Sect.

However, its inherent destructive power is many orders of magnitude stronger than Youjue's original technique.

In the name of wind, it actually cuts through space.

perfect.

Su Yu exhaled a breath of stale air.

He stood up.

He straightened the hem of his black robe.

Push open the stone door of the cave.

Outside.

Li Feng was waiting anxiously to the side.

Upon seeing Su Yu emerge, Li Feng trembled and immediately bowed deeply.

"grown ups."

His voice was respectful, yet it carried a hint of fear that came from the depths of his soul.

The suppression of the demonic seed made him fully realize his position. Even though Su Yu did not deliberately activate it, the sense of submission that originated from his soul made him give up the idea of ​​resistance.

Su Yu didn't look at him.

He simply took a slow, deliberate step.

"Let's go."

"To the Blood Arena."

……

The Beginning Demon Sect, Inner Sect.

Bloodbath Arena.

This is the bloodiest and most fanatical place in the entire sect.

A massive, sunken, circular arena, entirely constructed of dark red magic stone.

On the stone wall, dark bloodstains were layered upon layer, emitting a nauseating stench.

The surrounding stands were already packed with people.

Countless outer disciples, inner disciples, and even some true disciples gathered here.

The atmosphere was both oppressive and frenzied.

The Decision of the Demon Servants.

For that spot to enter the depths of the Abyss of Primordial Demons and clean the place where the Holy Maiden secluded herself.

The entire younger generation of the Beginning Demon Sect was in a state of extraordinary excitement.

Su Yu led Li Feng calmly into the waiting area.

A black robe.

He disguised his face as a gloomy one.

No one noticed his arrival.

All eyes were focused on the floating platform directly above the Blood Arena.

There, the array flowed, isolating all detection.

but.

Every disciple of the Primordial Demon Sect knows who is sitting there.

Holy Maiden, Sanskrit chant.

On the high platform.

Fan Yin sat regally on the throne carved from ten-thousand-year-old magic crystal.

She wore a black dress and her face was covered with a black veil.

Cold and aloof, dignified.

Like a god looking down upon all living beings.

And beside her.

Ye Liuli, clad in black soft armor, looked dashing and heroic.

She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, like the most loyal guard, behind and to the side of the chanting.

just.

Those dark red eyes revealed an undisguised coldness and arrogance.

She looked down at the disciples in the blood arena below, who were eager to fight.

It's like looking at a bunch of disgusting insects.

"A bunch of trash."

Ye Liuli sneered inwardly.

"You dare to covet my sister?"

"Today, I will personally crush your bones inch by inch."

below.

The formation of the Blood Arena suddenly lit up.

The competition has officially begun.

The rules are simple.

One-on-one.

Unless one side concedes defeat or dies.

Otherwise, the formation will never be activated.

"If you feel like you're going to die, give up as soon as possible!"

The inner sect elder who presided over the competition spoke in a cold voice that echoed throughout the arena.

"The first match!"

hum.

Two beams of light descended from the sky and landed in the center of the arena.

The two contestants revealed their figures.

One of them.

He was clad in a blood-red robe, his face was ferocious, and he exuded a suffocating stench of blood.

Outer sect steward, Wu Tu.

Mid-stage of the Sea Opening Realm!

His opponent was an inner disciple who had just reached the peak of the Extreme Bone Realm.

"start!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Wu Tu grinned maliciously, giving his opponent no chance to react at all.

boom!

The demonic energy at the mid-stage of the Sea Opening Realm erupted like a flood bursting its banks.

Blood Sea Divine Kingdom!

A vast, illusory ocean of blood instantly enveloped half the area.

The disciple at the peak of the Bone Realm turned deathly pale instantly.

The suppression of his cultivation level made even breathing difficult for him.

"I admit it..."

He opened his mouth, as if to admit defeat.

but.

late.

Wu Tu's figure, like a blood-red lightning bolt, instantly tore through the barriers of space.

He appeared before the disciple.

His right hand transformed into a massive, blood-red demonic claw.

puff.

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The disciple's chest was pierced through.

His heart was forcibly ripped out by Wu Tu.

crumb.

Blood splattered everywhere.

"waste."

Wu Tu shook the blood off his hands and kicked the corpse away.

His eyes were filled with cruelty and arrogance.

one move.

Sold out instantly.

A brief, deathly silence fell over the entire venue.

Then.

A deafening clamor erupted.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"That old devil Wu Tu, when did he break through to the mid-stage of the Sea Opening Realm?!"

"This Blood Sea Divine Kingdom is too solid; it's practically flawless!"

"They didn't even give us a chance to admit defeat, that's ruthless!"

The sect disciples whispered among themselves, their voices filled with shock and apprehension.

In the Demonic Sect, strength is everything.

Wu Tu's ruthlessness and cultivation instantly shocked everyone present.

On the high platform.

Fan Yin tilted her body slightly.

His gaze pierced through the formation and landed on Wu Tu below.

"This person is not bad."

The clear, cool voice of Sanskrit chanting rang in Ye Liuli's ears.

"Although the Blood Sea Divine Kingdom is brutal, its foundation is exceptionally solid."

"His understanding of the Law of Blood has surpassed that of an ordinary mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator."

Sanskrit offered a fair assessment.

"If he were to unleash his full power, his strength would likely be no weaker than some cultivators in the late stage of the Sea Opening Realm."

Hearing praise in Sanskrit.

Ye Liuli's brows furrowed slightly.

She glanced at Wutu below.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Mid-stage of the Sea Opening Realm?"