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

She did not continue her attack.

Instead, she raised her head, her clear yet intense eyes scrutinizing Su Yu intently.

"You are very strong."

The sound of Sanskrit chants is no longer that of looking down from a high place.

Rather, it conveys a sense of respect for those of equal strength.

"My name is Fanyin."

She looked at Su Yu.

"What's your name?"

Su Yu stood still.

The gaze met the chanting of Sanskrit.

He didn't answer immediately, but pondered it in his heart.

I definitely can't give my real name.

He was wanted by the Time God Kingdom and the Xuanhuang Dao Court. If the name "Su Yu" were exposed, it would likely attract the siege of old monsters in the Hongmeng Realm.

"Long Yu".

Su Yu spoke calmly, his voice as still as a deep well.

He revealed the disguised name.

Simultaneously.

His deep eyes were silently scrutinizing the true spiritual defenses of the chanting.

He was thinking.

Is now the best opportunity to plant the Seed of the Heavenly Demon into the Saintess's body?

Although the punch was evenly matched, Fan Yin's state of mind was indeed slightly shaken.

When people are in shock and disbelief, their spiritual defenses often have a brief vulnerability.

but.

Su Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

No.

He could clearly sense that the killing intent within Fan Yin's body was at its peak, extremely active, and her vigilance was at its highest.

That kind of instinctive defense belonging to top geniuses is like an unbreakable barrier.

Forcibly implanting a demonic seed at this moment would most likely result in an instant backlash from the opponent's powerful primal force, and could even bring danger.

We have to wait.

Only by completely suppressing her in battle, forcing her to reveal all her trump cards, and even severely injuring her, can you succeed.

When her spiritual defenses were on the verge of collapse and at their weakest moment.

Perhaps, this is the only opportunity to plant the seed of evil.

Fan Yin heard the name "Long Yu".

He nodded slightly.

"Long Yu".

"The Yuanlong Clan is a rare breed, one that has been around for ages."

She slowly raised her hand.

Her slender, fair fingers gently touched the edge of the black veil covering her face.

Then.

Slowly tear it off.

hum.

The moment that face hidden beneath the veil was completely exposed to the air.

The entire Chuan Gong Hall Square.

It was as if even the light had brightened a bit.

It was a face that defied description.

His features were exquisitely refined, exuding the unique aloofness and pride of the ancient Geng Metal White Tiger clan.

but.

Between her eyebrows was an extremely eerie dark purple demonic mark.

Aloofness and demonic allure.

The sacred and the depraved.

Two completely opposite qualities blended perfectly on her face, creating an extreme contrast of beauty that was enough to send shivers down one's spine.

offstage.

Everything collapsed.

Even the sound of breathing had completely disappeared.

Countless demon and monster cultivators stared blankly at the face on the arena, their eyes filled with fanaticism and obsession.

"The Holy Maiden..."

A pure-blooded demon cultivator at the Origin Realm suddenly collapsed to his knees.

"So beautiful..."

"How can there be such a perfect face in this world?"

Even Qinglin, a woman, was stunned, her heart pounding wildly.

"Oh My God……"

"Who can withstand this?"

On the arena.

Su Yu looked at Fan Yin.

His expression remained calm.

nice.

It is indeed very beautiful.

But in his eyes, this breathtaking beauty was far less important than the ownership of that drop of Chaos Primordial Demon Blood.

His eyes remained completely calm.

All he could think about was how to break through the opponent's defenses in the upcoming battle and safely plant the demon seed.

Fan Yin noticed Su Yu's gaze.

A hint of admiration flashed in his cool eyes.

In the Demon Sect, there are very few men who can look directly at her true face without being moved by worldly desires.

Long Yu's temperament was as steady as a rock.

"You are worth my all-out effort."

The sound of the chanting was as clear and pure as an icy spring.

The moment the words fell.

boom!!!

An indescribable, terrifying demonic energy erupted from Fan Yin's body.

The beginning of the demon body!

This demonic energy intertwined perfectly with the primordial killing power of the Primordial Geng Metal White Tiger.

The sky darkened instantly.

The array of light on the arena emitted a cracking sound as it struggled to withstand the pressure.

"The True Form of the White Tiger!"

The chanting produced a clear and sharp whistle.

Her body began to undergo drastic changes amidst the endless demonic energy.

A colossal phantom, hundreds of feet tall, slowly coalesced behind her.

Ancient Geng Metal White Tiger!

but.

Unlike ordinary white tigers.

The fur of this white tiger is not pure white-gold.

Instead, it was completely corrupted by profound demonic energy, transforming into a strange color that intertwined dark gold and pitch black.

His eyes were like two blood moons, radiating a savage cruelty that threatened to destroy everything.

The true form of the demonized White Tiger!

Strength, absolutely overwhelming!

At this moment, the oppressive force directly broke through the limit of the peak of the town.

It has faintly touched the threshold of the Primordial Realm!

offstage.

All the cultivators were pressed firmly to the ground by this terrifying pressure.

He didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

"What...what kind of power is this?"

"Half-step into the Primordial Chaos?!"

"It's over, Long Yu is doomed! This kind of power is simply beyond the physical body to withstand!"

Deep within the Hall of Transmission of Merit.

Elder Mo Yuan suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"A perfect fusion of the Primordial Demonic Body and the Ancient Bloodline!"

"This is her true trump card!"

"Long Yu, what are you going to use to block this?"

On the arena.

The wind howled and demonic energy raged.

Su Yu stood before the enormous, demonized white tiger's true form.

It is as tiny as a speck of dust.

He tilted his head slightly upwards.

Feeling the terrifying pressure that could crush stars.

In his deep eyes, a faint, dark flame flickered.

He was thinking.

Should we use "The True Form of the Great Wilderness Witch God"?

Once this desolate-level technique is used, one's physical combat strength will be able to transcend three realms.

Dealing with the chanting in front of us would be absolutely effortless.

but.

Su Yu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This is the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits.

It is the Beginning Demon Sect.

"The True Form of the Great Wilderness Witch God" is the core Taoist practice of the Jiuli Witch Tribe.

The witch tribe and the demon race have been sworn enemies for generations.

If I were here, in front of countless demons and demonic cultivators, and even in front of old monsters at the Primordial Realm, I would use the supreme technique of the Witch Clan.

What will be the consequences?

He would definitely be regarded as a top spy of the Witch Clan and be hunted down by the Primordial Demon Sect with all his might.

Even Elder Mo Yuan couldn't protect him.

"Will it work?"

Su Yu asked himself this question in his heart.

"No need for now."

This trump card must never be revealed unless absolutely necessary.

not to mention.

Su Yu exhaled a breath of stale air.

His gaze gradually sharpened.

Even without using the true form of the Witch God, I am not without the power to fight!

The three divine kingdoms nourish the physical body.

He also possesses forbidden techniques for extreme killing.

Star Abyss Extreme Dao Body!

This killing technique, which can multiply physical strength several times in a short period of time, is enough to make up for the lack of Daoist methods.

"bring it on."

Su Yu squatted down slightly, assuming a basic boxing stance.

The body's Qi and blood, like a volcano that has been dormant for millions of years, begin to boil secretly and unusually.

"Let me see just how tough your White Tiger true form really is."

A calm voice.

The sound of the Brahma chant clearly reached the ears of the arena, which was ravaged by demonic energy.

There was no backing down.

Only war!