How can simply creating a sect make you invincible?

On the other side, the two battlefields were filled with a dense, interconnected network of sword lights.

Ling Yunzhi, dressed in a blue robe and wielding the great sacred weapon Qingfeng Sword, moved like a ghost around the Crimson Flame Tiger. Each strike of his sword left a deep, bone-revealing wound on the tiger's body.

The Crimson Tiger roared, its entire body engulfed in flames, its claws scorching with heat as it repeatedly lunged at Ling Yunzhi.

But each time they came up empty-handed.

"roar--!!"

The Crimson Flame Tiger roared again, spewing out a ball of crimson flames—its natal demonic fire, so hot it could melt even a great sacred artifact.

Flames engulfed the entire area, completely surrounding Ling Yunzhi.

"Boy, turn to ashes for me!" roared the Crimson Flame Tiger.

Before he could finish speaking, a beam of cyan sword light cleaved the flames in two.

Ling Yunzhi slowly emerged from the flames, his clothes spotless, not even a single hair singed. He was protected by a faint layer of cyan sword intent, preventing the demonic fire from getting close.

"Is that all you've got?"

Ling Yunzhi raised an eyebrow, looking at the Crimson Flame Tiger covered in wounds, his tone filled with undisguised disdain:

"The little demon emperor is nothing special."

Upon hearing this, the Crimson Tiger was stunned. It wanted to refute, but the words stuck in its throat.

The dozens of sword wounds on its body were inflicted by the human boy opposite it.

It initially thought these young people were nothing more than ants in the Saint Realm, easily crushed by its three-headed little demon king. But upon actually engaging in combat, it discovered that their combat strength couldn't be measured by their realm; even the seven-tailed fox next door had already been killed by that woman.

The human boy is the same; his swordsmanship, speed, and spiritual power are several levels stronger than that of the little demon emperor.

Is there any justice left in this world? Is there any moral compass left to speak of?

Ling Yunzhi looked at the Crimson Flame Tiger opposite him, put the Azure Wind Sword into his storage ring, and said softly:

"I'm not playing with you anymore. If I hadn't used you to hone my swordsmanship, you would have been gone long ago."

Upon hearing Ling Yunzhi's words, the Crimson Flame Tiger's pupils contracted, and it thought to itself in alarm:

"What? After fighting for so long, you've only been using me as practice for your sword?"

A sense of fear welled up inside it, and without saying a word, it turned and fled. If the fight continued, it would really die here.

The flames surrounding him transformed into wings, and he vanished as a streak of crimson light.

Ling Yunzhi watched its fleeing figure but did not chase after it.

He simply opened his right hand slowly, and from his dantian, a jet-black ancient sword slowly flew out and landed in his hand.

The sword had no luster, no sharp edge, and even its shape was somewhat blurry—it was like a shadow formed from the void, impossible to see or grasp.

"A Sword Through the Void"

Ling Yunzhi uttered four words softly.

This supernatural power was obtained from the Hall of Cultivation Techniques and had never been used by anyone before. Today, he would use this move to slay the demon.

He channeled his full holy energy and gently slashed in the direction the Crimson Flame Tiger had fled.

*Pfft!*

This sword strike had no sword light, no sword energy, and no terrifying momentum.

But the next moment, the Crimson Flame Tiger, which was a hundred miles away, suddenly froze.

It seemed to sense something passing through the void and appearing before it.

It didn't fly in; it appeared directly, as if it had traversed a distance.

The Crimson Tiger slowly lowered its head, and a thin sword mark appeared on its chest at some unknown time.

The sword mark was very thin, and it didn't feel any pain at all.

This sword strike, from the left shoulder to the right waist, was a diagonal stroke that cleaved the tiger in two.

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

After saying this, the Crimson Flame Tiger's body split in two.

The enormous tiger body crashed heavily to the ground from mid-air, raising a cloud of dust.

It never understood how that sword strike came about until its death.

There was no sword light, no trajectory, no sound; it was as if the void itself had unleashed a sword strike.

High in the sky, Ling Yunzhi stored the Void Sword in his dantian and continued to nurture it.

He looked in the direction where the Crimson Tiger had fallen and muttered to himself, "The Void Sword... its power is indeed terrifying."

"It's just... a bit too energy-consuming. I can't use it recklessly next time."

At this moment, the elders of the Ling family below saw Ling Yunzhi's combat strength and talent.

They all had complicated expressions. If he really was Ling Yunzhi, the one who was expelled from the family back then, then the Ling family would really have no face to show their faces!

Meanwhile, the third and fourth ancestors of the Ling family had already dealt with the four peak-level Lesser Demon Emperors and returned to the ground together.

The army of demonic beasts on the ground was almost wiped out by Xiao Ningyun, the three Holy Kings of the Ling family, and several other Saints.

All that remained were Su Qingruo and the Soul-Devouring Sparrow high in the sky.

Everyone looked up at the man and beast high in the sky.

Su Qingruo was seen floating in mid-air, a faint smile on her face.

She just watched the Soul-Devouring Sparrow opposite her quietly, without any haste or impatience, as if it were not a life-or-death battle.

The Soul-Devouring Sparrow stared intently at the human girl opposite it, its feathers bristling.

It had used every move it had, whether it was the Soul-Devouring Sound, the Claw Pounce, or the Soul-Devouring Poison, but none of them worked on her.

Instead, it took several sword blows itself.

It was, after all, a minor demon king, a renowned figure among the demon race. To be so easily manipulated by a human girl was an utter disgrace!

"You...you've gone too far!!"

The Soul-Devouring Sparrow let out a shriek, its voice tinged with hysteria:

"If you really push me too far, I'll just take you down with me!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qingruo smiled gently.

"Oh! Really? Then give it a try."

As soon as those words were spoken, the Soul-Devouring Sparrow went berserk.

"ah--!!"

"Fine, since you're courting death, then this Demon Emperor will grant your wish."

It suddenly let out a piercing screech, its demonic aura surged, its black feathers stood on end, and its demonic body withered at a visible speed.

It is burning its life essence, burning its lifespan, burning its demon core.

"Soul Devourer - Nirvana!!"

It roared, and its entire demonic form transformed into a black streak of light, hurtling fiercely towards Su Qingruo.

This is its innate forbidden technique, which uses the cost of burning itself to unleash power far exceeding its own level.

Even a Great Saint would be seriously injured by this attack, and it refused to believe that this human girl could withstand it!

Su Qingruo stood rooted to the spot, completely still. She didn't even lift her eyelids.

Just as the black streak of light was about to reach her, Su Qingruo moved.

A surge of sword intent emanated from her, one hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Everyone heard her slowly utter a few words, her voice soft yet clearly audible:

"Heaven-Slaying - Sword Drawing Technique".

No one saw clearly how she drew her sword or how she sheathed it.

With a tearing sound!

A sword light as thin as a hair flashed through the void.

It was too fast; the sword light was so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch it.

The Soul-Devouring Sparrow's ultimate attack, costing its essence, demon core, and lifespan, corroded the void, leaving behind trails of dark cracks.

When the black streak of light collides with the white sword light.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any cataclysmic explosion.

The thin, hair-like sword light pierced straight through the black stream of light.

The Soul-Devouring Sparrow's strongest attack was rendered useless in the face of this sword.

The sword light pierced through the black stream of light and also through the demonic body of the Soul-Devouring Sparrow.

A thin line of blood appeared on its body.

*Pfft!*

The Soul-Devouring Sparrow looked at Su Qingruo in disbelief, then at its own demonic body that had been split in two.

Finally, the entire corpse of the Soul-Eating Sparrow fell heavily to the ground.

Su Qingruo glanced at the corpse of the Soul-Devouring Sparrow and said calmly, "I told you. You can try."