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

On the arena.

The wind howled.

Jin Li transformed into a dark golden sun and slashed down fiercely from mid-air.

Dark Gold Sky-Splitting Slash.

Having burned the bloodline essence of a pure-blooded ancient remnant, the power of this strike has completely surpassed the limits of the Origin Realm.

It even touched the threshold of the peak of the town's power.

The blade has not yet arrived.

The array light barrier on the arena, which was strong enough to withstand the full force of the Boundless Realm, began to distort and groan.

It seemed as if it would collapse completely at any moment.

At the very front of the square.

A saintly figure in a black dress stood silently in mid-air.

She looked at the dark golden sun that was slashing down.

A rare hint of seriousness flashed in his cool eyes.

"Very strong."

The Sanskrit chant resonated deep within my heart, offering a calm assessment.

A pureblood cultivator in the mid-stage of the Town Realm, unleashing a desperate, extreme strike.

Even if it's just me standing on it.

If one does not utilize the fundamental laws of the Primordial Geng Metal White Tiger, it would be difficult to neutralize this attack directly with one's physical body alone.

We need to show some real strength.

She lowered her gaze slightly and locked it onto Su Yu, who was standing in the center of the arena.

"The Abyss Dragon Clan..."

"Can you block this attack?"

"With power capable of annihilating an early-stage town-level cultivator, shouldn't you be showing your true trump card by now?"

Fan Yin slightly held her breath.

She is waiting.

When this unassuming mixed-race youth reveals his true skills, laws, or some earth-shattering, broken artifact.

Deep within the Hall of Transmission of Merit.

In a dark, secret room.

Elder Mo Yuan leaned forward abruptly, his turbid eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"good!"

"A pureblood's last stand, that's interesting."

Mo Yuan stared at the water mirror, his breathing slightly rapid.

He was not worried about Jin Li's outburst; on the contrary, he was full of anticipation.

"What tricks does this kid have up his sleeve?"

Is it some kind of lost demonic killing technique?

Or is it some kind of ancient secret technique that can even deceive those in the Hongmeng Realm?

fast.

Let me see your true strength!

Below the ring.

The violent blade wind seeped through the gaps in the array's light barrier, stinging the cheeks of the surrounding lower-level cultivators.

Qinglin clung tightly to an obsidian pillar beside him, barely managing to avoid being blown away by the shockwave.

She looked at the scene on the arena that resembled the end of the world.

His vertical pupils were filled with despair and anxiety.

"Can Long Yu...beat him?"

That punch was ridiculously strong.

But now, Jin Li is a genuine mid-stage Town-level combatant!

It even burned the very essence of one's bloodline!

This is not even a battle on the same level!

"Get out of the way!"

Qinglin gritted her teeth and cried out in her heart.

however.

On the arena.

Faced with this earth-shattering blow.

Su Yu.

They still didn't dodge.

They didn't refund it.

A long, coarse gray-black cloth robe fluttered in the strong wind.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the dark gold longsword that was slashing down at him.

There was not a trace of panic in his deep eyes.

Inside Su Yu's body.

The "Myriad Forms of the Divine Kingdom Forging Technique" operates smoothly and secretly.

The terrifying physical mass, equivalent to the combined peak of three level-one cultivation realms, was perfectly compressed by Su Yu into his right fist.

Not a single trace of its aura leaked out.

There is no light or shadow.

There is no law governing the fluctuations.

It still looks like an ordinary punch.

Su Yu slowly raised his hand.

Facing the blazing, dark golden sun.

A punch was thrown.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

A dazzling interplay of light and shadow, devoid of any discordant rules.

When Su Yu's fist came into contact with the dark gold longsword imbued with the crimson bloodline law...

Time seemed to have been forcibly paused in the entire arena.

Click.

A very faint, yet clear, crisp sound reached the depths of everyone's soul.

Jin Li's proudest ultimate strike.

It stopped in mid-air.

The blade shattered inch by inch before Su Yu's fist.

It was like a fragile piece of tofu crashing into an unshakeable ancient sacred mountain.

Annihilation.

Silent annihilation.

That destructive flame, powerful enough to tear apart the void, couldn't even ignite a spark before being completely crushed by the physical mass of the peak of the Triple Suppression Domain.

"No……"

midair.

Jin Li's vertical pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead.

He stared intently at the unremarkable fist.

In that instant, the savagery and madness in his eyes completely transformed into utter horror.

He sensed it.

The power contained in that fist was not at all that of a peak-level cultivator.

That was terrifying kinetic energy that surpassed the limits of his understanding and was enough to shatter the entire Myriad Spirits Demon Abyss!

He wanted to quit.

He wanted to beg for mercy.

I want to shout it out.

but.

Too late.

The fist effortlessly pierced through the collapsing blade's edge.

It landed on his chest without any hindrance.

boom.

A muffled thud that sent chills down your spine.

Jin Li's body, along with the bloodline essence within him that had just ignited.

Under this punch.

explode directly.

There is no room for struggle.

A terrifying physical shock spread from his physical body to his spirit in an instant.

Torn.

Crushed.

It transformed into a fine, dark golden blood mist.

Not a single crumb was left.

Both body and soul perished.

Blood mist slowly dissipated on the arena.

The light barrier of the array stopped flickering.

The entire square.

A deathly silence descended, even more profound than before.

You could hear a pin drop.

All the lower-level cultivators and pure-blooded demons.

They all froze in place.

My mind went completely blank.

What did they see?

Jin Li, the young master, burned his bloodline and unleashed the mid-stage combat power of a town.

He unleashed a devastating strike.

then.

He was killed by that mixed-blood cultivator at the peak of the Heavenly Transformation Realm.

Another punch.

It was all destroyed?

"Still...still just one punch?"

A demon cultivator at the Cave Heaven Realm swallowed hard.

The sounds were splitting apart, conveying extreme absurdity and fear.

"What the hell, is this mixed blood?"

"If he's mixed-blood, then what am I? A paramecium?"

"That's insane!"

"Young Master Jin Li even burned his bloodline essence! I felt like I was going to die from that strike even through the array!"

"And in the end, they didn't even manage to hurt a single hair on their head?"

"Just what kind of monster is this Long Yu?!"

fear.

In awe.

The mockery and pity that had been there before were no longer in the eyes of those looking at Su Yu.

All that remained was a chilling dread, as if looking up at a god.

In the face of absolute violence, the distinction between superior and inferior bloodlines becomes a joke.

Below the ring.

Qinglin's mouth was wide open.

It has completely become a standard "O" shape.

She stared blankly at the boy in the coarse cloth robe on the stage.

My heart was pounding wildly.

It almost popped out of my throat.

"One punch..."

"Another punch..."

The scene from just now was replaying in Qinglin's mind.

She suddenly realized something important.

Just now, I actually grabbed a big shot who could kill a mid-stage Zhenyu expert with one punch and said I would protect him?

And he earnestly advised him to run away?

embarrassment?

No.

A startling light suddenly burst forth from Qinglin's eyes.

This is a steal!

He casually struck up a conversation on the steps, and the underling he picked up turned out to be an unparalleled big shot!

"That's a thigh!"

"Extremely thick thighs!"

Qinglin cried out in her heart, her scales trembling slightly with excitement.

"You must hold on tight!"

"Hold on tight, never let go!"

"Those thighs are definitely no less impressive than a saint's thighs!"

"Brother Longyu, from now on you're my own brother!"

At the very front of the square.

The holy woman's chanting.