This Dao Ancestor is too young.

The manor was luxurious, with a scarlet gate and several sculpted stone wolves standing in front of it.

Each statue is lifelike and majestic.

Huang Jiu gazed at the Blood Wolf Gang's stronghold, observing it for a moment. A smile appeared on her elegant face, and her red lips parted slightly:

"The Blood Wolf Gang's top brass are all gathered at the manor today; they've certainly chosen a good time."

He paused, pointed to the camp, and spoke to the boy beside him:

"The Blood Wolf Gang Leader possesses a Qi Refining Level 8 demonic pet, making him a powerful figure in Linhai City. Unfortunately, he lacks a sense of the bigger picture and plunders the people every year, all for the sake of the blood sacrifice that occurs once every ten years."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu nodded slightly. In that case, the Blood Wolf Gang would surely be destroyed.

"If possible, Chief Constable Huang, leave that wolf demon with a complete corpse."

"Of course!"

The woman chuckled softly.

In the next instant, he took a step out and left the area of ​​the water mist.

One after another, silver-armored cultivators followed closely behind, walking forward side by side.

At this moment, powerful auras surged into the sky, stirring up the dark clouds and shaking the space.

At that moment, the surrounding temperature soared, and the wooden house, the scarlet door, and even the Blood Wolf Gang members began to spontaneously combust.

At this moment, the group of cultivators, led by Huang Jiu, attacked in unison without the slightest hesitation.

The torrent of magic tore through the clouds, destroyed clusters of buildings, and burying countless figures.

"How dare you, Divine Arresters, act like this? Are you trying to make an enemy of the entire Linhai City?"

"Weren't you heading to the Twin Dragon Palace? What are you doing here?"

"I'm not reconciled! The blood sacrifice is approaching; I can surely take another step forward!"

No matter how angry you are, how unwilling you are, or even how frantically you struggle, it won't change the final outcome.

The torrent of magic swept across the entire manor with unparalleled force.

Flesh and blood turned to ash, everything was dying, and the power reached its extreme.

Awoo!

A burly figure and a giant blood-red wolf howled amidst the torrent of magic, struggling desperately.

Huang Jiu's expression was indifferent as she raised her hand and gently pressed down.

Boom~

The burly figure exploded in mid-air, blood blooming like fireworks, and even the giant wolf was slammed to the ground, lifeless.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood behind the crowd, looking at the manor that had been destroyed in an instant, his expression solemn.

He seemed to have underestimated the gap between the Qi Refining stage and other stages.

Just as the young man was feeling sentimental, the nine silver-armored cultivators, including Huang Jiu, transformed into streaks of rainbow light and sped off in all directions within the city.

A gentle female voice fell from the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, we are going to eliminate the forces that are colluding with the demon race. You should hide for now."

Zhang Yuanzhu looked up at the receding rainbow light, listening to the continuous roars, his eyes filled with anticipation.

If all the colluding forces were destroyed overnight, it might be possible to stop the dragon sacrifice.

Call ~

The boy exhaled softly and stopped thinking about it.

He has done enough; now it's up to the Divine Arrest Bureau itself.

A flurry of thoughts flashed through his mind as the boy looked up at the ruins.

Stepping forward, treading on the scorched earth, passing over ruins, my eyes scanned the surroundings.

No jade slips, no magical artifacts, no corpses—everything turned to ashes in the torrent of magic, until…

Zhang Yuanzhu arrived at the center of the ruins and saw the giant blood-red wolf embedded in the earth.

The wolf's head was shriveled, and most of its fur was charred black, showing no signs of life, but the beast's remains still exuded a powerful aura.

Upon seeing this, the boy's lips curled into a slight smile.

Huang, the head constable, was an honest man and left behind this demon corpse.

He also needs the essence and blood of demonic beasts to cultivate the "Transformation from Mortal to Spiritual Realm" to make his body even stronger.

Step forward and come to the corpse.

Clang!

The magic sword was drawn and slashed straight at the wolf corpse's chest.

琢~

Just as an ordinary sword cuts through cowhide, Zhang Yuanzhu felt the dullness transmitted through the blade.

His gaze fell, fixed on the faint bloodstains on the wolf's body:

"As expected of a demonic beast at the eighth level of Qi Refining."

Zhang Yuanzhu sighed with emotion.

Each breakthrough in the Qi Refining Realm results in a transformation of the physical body. Refining to the eighth level involves eight transformations of the physical body, making one no ordinary being.

In the blink of an eye, a stream of water appeared out of thin air, covering the sword and rapidly compressing and rotating, causing a piercing cutting sound to echo through the space.

He raised his arm and thrust out a sword.

Stab it!

The animal hide was torn apart, the chest was ripped open, and a crimson heart, as red as jade, came into view.

With a gentle flick of the sword tip, his heart landed in his palm.

The boy gently clenched his fist, feeling the surging life essence within, as well as the resentment and unwillingness of the dying beast. He nodded in satisfaction.

He took the jade box out of his storage bag, placed the heart inside, and then put it back into the depths of his storage bag.

Next, Zhang Yuanzhu skinned and dismembered the wolf demon, preparing to use it as a material for refining weapons and as food.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the wolf carcass on the ground had disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu felt the pile of bones, flesh, tendons, and skin in the storage bag, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Just this wolf carcass alone makes the trip worthwhile.

At this moment, the rumbling sounds coming from all over the city gradually subsided and subsided.

But two extremely powerful forces rose from afar and collided with each other.

Boom!

It was as if thunder was roaring, and the sky seemed to be shaking.

One figure after another descended from the sky and stopped behind the purple-clad youth.

There was a silver-armored man with a broken arm, a burly man with blood-stained armor, and a disheveled middle-aged woman with disheveled hair... They stood behind the boy, looking solemnly towards the direction of the city lord's mansion.

"The Wang family, the Blood Wolf Gang, the Sanyuan Martial Arts Academy, and the Black Tiger Society have all been wiped out, but only that one person is still alive."

"With all his henchmen wiped out, our city lord has no other choice."

"We should have won this battle, but it's a pity that several fellow cultivators perished."

The group spoke in hushed tones.

The tense atmosphere of confrontation in the distance dissipated at that moment.

A streak of light streaked across the night sky and landed in front of the boy.

The light faded, revealing a woman dressed in a crimson dress.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist, her eyes held a mixture of weariness and joy, and she waved her sleeves.

A streak of light fell to the ground.

It was the head of a black tiger, with bright red blood flowing from the broken neck. Even in death, its eyes still held a majestic air.

"This tiger demon from the Black Tiger Society has extraordinary bloodline; it took several moves to defeat it."

The woman looked up, her smile radiant:

"This time, the forces that colluded with the Twin Dragon Palace have been wiped out, and the entire city of Linhai is united as one. The Dragon Festival will surely come to an end."

She stretched out her delicate hand, pointing to the black tiger's head on the ground, and parted her red lips slightly:

"Thanks to your planning, fellow Daoist, we were able to succeed by sheer luck. This tiger head is a token of our gratitude."

"Once the miscellaneous tasks are finished, the treasury will be opened wide for fellow Daoists to choose from, as a reward."

Looking at the silver-armored cultivators behind him, each with varying degrees of injury, Zhang Yuanzhu realized that only six had returned so far, and the fate of the remaining warriors was self-evident.

Clasping hands and bowing:

"It was just a little planning; it was through your bloody battles that we have achieved this situation."

"A tiger's head and a wolf's carcass are enough!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the purple-robed youth vanished, revealing the enormous black tiger's head.

At this moment, the remaining silver-armored cultivator looked at the purple-robed youth with a hint of gentleness in his eyes.