Holy Maiden, wait a minute. Why are you asking me to cultivate again?

Dust and ash were scattered by the wind in the large pit.

Song Zhao brushed the dust off his body and walked out of the pit unharmed, smiling at the blacksmith Bai Wei.

When he was soaked to the bone by the mud he had just fallen to the ground, he did feel a moment of panic.

His physique was also strong enough that the force of those boulders could only leave some white marks on the surface of his skin.

Blacksmith Baiwei was stunned; he had never expected such a scene.

His worst-case scenario was that Song Zhao would be attacked by the formation, and even if he didn't die, his bones would be crushed, leaving him with no strength to fight again.

The other party, however, was completely unharmed, standing steadily on the ground.

That's a formation designed to deal with Foundation Establishment cultivators. The force of any single boulder is enough to kill a Qi Refining cultivator!

How could Song Zhao withstand the entire formation without dying?

Even a true Foundation Establishment cultivator, if caught in the formation, will be shattered into pieces and turned into mincemeat if he is not a body cultivator!

"No, that's impossible!"

The blacksmith Baiwei muttered to himself, about to activate the formation again.

As a formation genius in the Demon Slayer Division, he was quite well-known within the Xuanzhou Demon Slayer Division and absolutely could not fail or even perish in this mission.

But why would Song Zhao give him a second chance?

Song Zhao slightly raised his eyes, and a thunderous sound came from his bones, which was the manifestation of extreme speed!

He stomped heavily on his feet and flew out like an arrow, arriving in front of the blacksmith Baiwei before the formation was even completed.

"I won't even need magic or supernatural powers to kill you."

boom!

Song Zhao unleashed a punch, the immense force creating a gust of wind. The violent shockwave blew the Demon Slayer's official robes off the blacksmith Baiwei, causing the windows of the surrounding wooden houses to tremble violently and the paper windows, as thin as cicada wings, to burst open!

A heart-wrenching scream ripped through the sky, and the blacksmith Baihu's eyes widened in disbelief.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall of the wooden house. The wooden beams and pillars of the house broke with a crash, and he then crashed through two more earthen walls before finally managing to regain his balance amidst the flying dust.

Blood trickled from his face. He tried to get up, but found that the punch had shattered his internal organs. Finally, he raised his head and died.

Upon seeing this, the other officers of the Demon Slayer Division who were surrounding Song Zhao turned pale with fright and fled in all directions.

They had never seen anyone kill in this way, killing someone with a single punch.

They had only ever seen this method of killing on one other thing.

That's a powerful demon!

As long as a great demon kills people in this way, one palm strike can kill a person, and one bite can kill a person!

This criminal, Song Zhao, is like a humanoid demon!

"You saw me kill someone, and you think you can just walk away?"

With a flick of his sleeve, Song Zhao unleashed the flying sword "Heyi," which then expanded in the wind, transforming into a streak of white lightning that followed Song Zhao's divine sense as he slayed the other demon-slaying captains.

"Take their heads off."

However, a short while later, all thirty-odd members of the Demon Slayer Division within the village chief's household died.

Song Zhao happily refined their bodies one by one, and then plundered their storage bags.

"Only a little over a thousand spirit stones in total? Where have you all been, officials? Remember to work hard in the underworld after you die!"

He accepted the spirit stones with a smile, and two more demonic runes appeared on the Heavenly Demon Pearl. He then rode his flying sword away from this village that should never have existed.

The village was quiet inside and out. The lush green rice seedlings swayed in the sunlight. A gentle breeze blew by, only stirring the fire in the blacksmith's shop.

Not long after, Song Zhao stopped his flying sword and looked at the boatmen on the river.

His original intention was to see if there was any river power needed for the Crimson Jade Flowing Water Bottle on this river, and he occasionally caught a glimpse of the boatman and the boatwoman on the boat.

The man and woman were both good-looking, but they never did any housework, so it was obviously an act.

"Song Zhao, the fact that you've made it this far means you have a lot of our Demon Slayer Division's blood on your hands." The boatman rowed the boat, trying to bring it ashore.

The boatwoman, sitting at the bow, splashed water with her bound feet and chuckled, "Heh, Vice Admiral Xu is really something. Wouldn't it have been better to just arrange for us to be in a closer location? Why did some people have to die?"

"Sigh, what do you know? Useless people have to die. Otherwise, would they keep drawing salaries from the imperial court without working?"

The boatman shook his head and asked to take off his straw hat, revealing a scar on his forehead, likely left by a tiger or wolf.

The boatwoman agreed wholeheartedly, tapped her toes into the river, and leaped into the water, landing directly behind Song Zhao.

"Yes, good-for-nothings should die. If we don't manage to capture the culprit on our own, it's only a minor achievement. But if we avenge our colleagues and capture the culprit, that's a major achievement!"

Song Zhao turned his head and glanced at the boatwoman's rather meager chest: "You two are probably planning to take advantage of me, aren't you?"

The boatwoman tugged at her clothes and said with ill intent, "You were able to fight your way over from over there, so you're obviously not weak either."

"But we are both at the Foundation Establishment stage, which is stronger than Xiao Sun, and much stronger than you."

Song Zhao raised an eyebrow, and a Great Star Mystic Pill quietly appeared in his hand.

The "Little Sun" that No-Chest Qianwei mentioned is Sun Qianwei of Zhou Huanshan, who is in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Whether these two are in the early or middle stages of Foundation Establishment, I must not be careless.

But at the same time, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Killing these two will add another demonic rune to the Heavenly Demon Pearl.

Why are the people from the Demon Slayer Division so kind, risking their lives to charge the Heavenly Demon Pearl?

"Hey, what's that in your hand?" The boatwoman's eyes were sharp as she spotted the large Star Mystic Pill that Song Zhao had hidden in his palm.

"Mind your own business!"

Song Zhao swallowed the pill with lightning speed, then took his flying sword and attacked the boatwoman.

"Hey, he must have taken some kind of elixir!"

The boatwoman moved like a ghost, dodging a sword strike, and then shouted to the boatman on the river.

The boatman's face was contorted with rage. He pulled out the demon-slaying sword hanging in the cabin, stomped on the water and created a wave several feet high, then glided down through the air and slashed Song Zhao in the back!

scoff!

Song Zhao dodged the blow, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the ground cleaved by the blade's energy had left an extremely deep trench, large enough to contain the long sword.

The boatman is in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment!

Having made his judgment, Song Zhao locked onto the boatwoman and roared, "Go!"

Kill those with lower cultivation levels first.

rumble!

A muffled thunderclap exploded in the boatwoman's mind, the thunder seeming to come from the depths of the netherworld, causing her delicate body to stiffen for a moment.

In that instant, Song Zhao flicked his wrist and suddenly swung his flying sword. The sword light flashed like lightning and slashed across the boatwoman's fair neck.

"Pfft—"

The boatwoman's head flew high into the air, her beautiful face filled with terror, and her body slumped to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the boatman's pupils contracted slightly, and his whole body tensed up as he stared at Song Zhao as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Impossible! That sword strike was fast, but there's no way my sister couldn't react in time!"

He felt a deep sorrow in his heart, then suddenly realized something and quickly regained his composure.

This person knows soul-based attack methods!

The boatwoman lost her composure and made a mistake, which led to her being beheaded with a single sword strike!

"Die!"

The boatman's roar was heart-wrenching, his sword intent and magic power increased greatly, and the demon-slaying sword in his hand emitted a wailing sound and burst forth with towering black flames!

Song Zhao turned around and drew his sword. The sword energy on the sword was rampant and burst out with dazzling starlight. He clashed with the Demon-Slaying Blade!

Clang!

The knife and sword separated instantly upon contact, and the terrifying shockwave snapped the surrounding trees and created towering waves on the river!

"How can a Qi Refining cultivator possess such strength?"

The boatman's arms were numb from the shock, his palms were corroded by the starlight, and he could no longer hold the demon-slaying sword. Fear gripped him, and he turned to flee for his life!

"Where to?"

Song Zhao, standing on his flying sword, unleashed a massive stellar energy fist imprint from afar!

The boatman dared not take the punch to his back, so he was forced to turn around and take the punch himself.

"puff!"

That punch almost killed him; it was even more powerful than the flying sword from before!

The boatman, bleeding profusely, fell backward and crashed into the mountainside, unable to move.

"Quick, quick, that woman's lower body is still usable, hurry while it's still hot!"

Just then, the witch's voice rang out at an inopportune moment.