After surviving my ordeal, I learned that the school beauty had given birth to twins for me.

But if Daoist Jiuju continues like this, once he absorbs everyone and devours the Yin Meridian, he might actually break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining or even higher.

Even if it came to that, Shen Yu didn't take it seriously.

But it is still a problem.

Moreover, if he were to devour the Yin energy of Mount Fuji, who knows what kind of trouble might ensue.

almost.

Shen Yu moved.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Spiritual energy gathers in the palm of your hand.

There weren't any fancy moves.

It was just a simple palm strike.

But this palm strike contained all the spiritual power of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.

"Nine Chrysanthemum Taoist".

Shen Yu spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet it drowned out all the screams and maniacal laughter.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

"Enough of this commotion, it's time to hit the road."

The words fell.

Shen Yu gently patted the altar with his palm.

A gigantic hand of spiritual energy appeared out of thin air.

Cover the sky.

With terrifying pressure, it slammed down towards Daoist Jiuju and the blood-red altar.

Daoist Jiuju was frantically absorbing essence and blood when he suddenly sensed a deadly crisis approaching.

He looked up sharply.

Then he saw that huge hand slam down towards him.

"What?!"

Daoist Jiuju's expression changed drastically.

This aura...

so horrible!

It was far more terrifying than he had imagined!

"No! Impossible!" Daoist Jiuju roared, "How could you be so strong!"

"How can you be so strong at such a young age!"

He doesn't believe it.

He couldn't believe that a cultivator who was barely in his early twenties could be this strong.

This oppressive force was far stronger than the Yinluo Sect elder he had encountered years ago!

A giant palm of spiritual energy slowly descended.

It wasn't fast, but it carried an unparalleled momentum.

Daoist Jiuju frantically mobilized all his power in an attempt to resist.

The Blood Sacrifice Array was operating at full power, and all the essence, blood and soul were mobilized to form a thick blood shield in front of him.

"Block them!" Daoist Jiuju roared. "Block them!"

"Bang--!!!"

A deafening roar.

A giant palm of spiritual energy slammed onto the blood shield.

There is no suspense.

The seemingly indestructible blood shield shattered instantly, as if it were made of paper.

Immediately afterwards, the giant palm of spiritual energy slammed down on the blood-red altar with unstoppable force.

"boom--!!!"

The entire ten-zhang-tall blood-red altar was smashed to pieces.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and runes shattered.

The remnant soul of Daoist Jiuju was also slapped under his palm.

"No--!!!"

Daoist Jiuju let out a piercing scream.

His remnant soul dissipated at a visible speed under the crushing force of the giant spiritual palm.

"I'm not reconciled... I'm not reconciled at all..."

"I've waited four hundred years... and finally, the spiritual energy has been restored..."

"I'm not willing to die like this..."

The venomous roars gradually faded away.

Finally, it vanished completely.

Daoist Jiuju, the founder of the Jiuju School, which had been passed down for four hundred years, had not even left behind a remnant soul.

Completely, utterly destroyed.

The blood sacrifice array collapsed automatically as the altar shattered.

The terrifying suction force disappeared.

The remaining dozens of disciples who hadn't been completely drained collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Those who survived the ordeal showed no joy on their faces.

All that remained was confusion and fear.

The patriarch has died.

The sect leader is dead.

Most of the elders are dead.

The Nine Chrysanthemums School... is finished.

Byron and Vera also collapsed to the ground.

That suction force almost sucked them dry, and they haven't recovered yet.

The two stared at the giant hand of spiritual energy slowly dissipating, their eyes filled with fear.

One palm strike.

Just one palm strike.

Did they just photograph the Nine Chrysanthemum Taoist along with the entire altar until it disappeared?

Is this the strength of a Golden Core stage cultivator?

so horrible.

Shen Yu withdrew his hand, his expression calm.

It was as calm and collected as swatting a fly.

It's only at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Even if he were to sacrifice everyone, what difference would it make?

Even if you break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining, so what?

It's still just a matter of slapping someone like Shen Yu, who's at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

The square was a mess.

The ground was littered with dried corpses, a broken altar, and a strong smell of blood.

Miserable.

Shen Yu glanced at the remaining dozens of disciples.

Most of these people were peripheral disciples of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect and had not done anything too heinous.

But most of the core disciples are dead.

"roll."

Shen Yu uttered a single word indifferently.

The remaining dozens of disciples were granted a pardon.

They scrambled and crawled as they ran outside.

They didn't even dare to turn their heads.

They just wanted to get as far away from this devilish man as possible.

Soon, only Shen Yu, Byron, and Vera remained in the square.

Byron and Vera sat on the ground, looking at Shen Yu, their faces pale.

They wanted to run away.

But they knew they couldn't escape.

Faced with such a powerful cultivator, they didn't even have the right to run away.

Shen Yu's gaze fell upon them.

"The Dark Council?" Shen Yu asked casually.

"Yes...yes." Byron swallowed hard and forced a smile. "We are messengers of the Dark Council."

"Sir, we have no connection with the Nine Chrysanthemums School; we're just here to observe."

"We didn't see anything today. We'll leave right away and we absolutely won't tell anyone."

He tried to distance himself from Shen Yu.

They hoped the other party would let them off the hook.

"Observe?" Shen Yu sneered, "Observe a heretical cultivator's blood sacrifice?"

"The people in the Dark Council are all the same, none of them are good."

Byron's expression changed.

"Sir, we..."

"No need for further explanation," Shen Yu interrupted him. "Since you're here, stay."

"Perfect timing, I'd also like to learn about the Dark Council."

The words fell.

Shen Yu raised his finger and gently tapped the two of them.

Two streams of spiritual energy shot into the space between their eyebrows.

Soul-searching technique.

"ah--!!!"

Byron and Vera both let out a scream.

The intense pain caused them to convulse.

Countless fragments of memory were extracted from their minds by Shen Yu.

Regarding the structure of the Dark Council.

Regarding the strength of the Dark Council.

Regarding the cooperation between the Dark Council and the Nine Chrysanthemum Faction.

Regarding the Speaker of Parliament.

All sorts of information kept flooding into Shen Yu's mind.

About a few minutes later.

Shen Yu withdrew his finger.

Byron and Vera were completely lifeless.

His soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed.

He met the same fate as Daoist Jiuju.

Shen Yu stood there, processing the information he had just obtained from the soul search.

The Dark Council is indeed much stronger than the Nine Chrysanthemums Faction.

With a history spanning over a thousand years, its influence extends throughout Europe.

The council chairman is named Arthur, an old vampire who has lived for over five hundred years. Through blood sacrifices and various evil arts, he has managed to reach the third level of Qi Refining.

Below them were a dozen or so elders, most of whom were at the first or second level of Qi Refining, while the rest were not even at the Qi Refining stage and only knew some evil arts and supernatural abilities.