Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

Also.

The Holy Maiden of the Starry Sky Dao Sect.

How could the family fortune be meager?

When Su Chen rescued those two rogue cultivators.

Jiang Shiyu stood not far away, arms crossed, watching coldly.

Those two little tiger teeth gently bit her lower lip.

She would never fall behind even a step.

The Holy Maiden of the Starry Sky Dao Sect.

How can we allow the Grand Elder of Luoyan City to be outdone?

Su Chen thought about it and chuckled.

This girl is quite strong-willed.

I don't know how long we walked.

The road ahead suddenly split into three forks.

Those few independent cultivators looked at each other, unable to make up their minds.

Right at this moment.

The deepest part of the three-way intersection.

At the same time, two eerie auras emanated from the air.

Su Chen's heart sank.

broken.

Two figures slowly emerged from the shadows.

One of them was a thin, elderly man dressed in a drab gray Taoist robe.

The other was a fat man with a face full of scars, carrying a black banner in his hand.

On the banner were embroidered several blurry ghost faces.

Su Chen scanned it with his divine sense.

Both of them are at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

only.

There was an indescribable evil aura about this cultivation level.

"Yo."

The gaunt old man squinted and scanned the group of people.

"So many things have been delivered to our door."

The old man's gaze finally settled on Su Chen.

"This young friend has the strongest aura."

"Perfect."

The old man chuckled and stretched out his hand.

A black token appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The token had a strange rune engraved on it.

Su Chen felt that his cultivation level at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm was...

It was as if an invisible hand had pressed it down.

Suddenly, he was a head shorter.

broken.

Su Chen's expression changed.

This magic weapon.

It can even suppress a person's realm.

The fat man grinned.

The black banner in his hand was unfurled with a whoosh.

Four pale, ghostly figures floated out from the banner.

Those ghosts, each one of them, exuded the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It emitted bursts of faint, mournful cries.

It pounced on Su Chen.

Su Chen flicked his finger, and a sword light slashed out.

Where the sword light passed, a ghostly soul was cleaved into pieces.

But the ghosts slowly began to gather together again.

Good guy.

Unkillable?

Su Chen's heart skipped a beat.

Upon seeing this scene, the few rogue cultivators scattered and fled again.

The fat man wasn't about to let it go.

With a wave of the black banner.

The four wandering souls split into two groups.

Two paths entangled Su Chen.

The other two went to pursue the fleeing rogue cultivators.

In an instant, everything was in complete chaos.

Su Chen was entangled by two ghostly figures.

His cultivation level was suppressed by the token of that gaunt old man.

One moment of carelessness.

They were led by the ghost to retreat into a secluded path.

When Su Chen came to his senses.

Good guy.

He had actually gotten separated from Wang Mang and that group of rogue cultivators.

That side path was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Only the wails of those two ghostly figures echoed in my ears.

"Young friend."

The gaunt old man had also followed us, though we didn't know when.

The fat man, carrying a black banner, blocked the entrance to the road.

One in front of the other.

They surrounded Su Chen.

"Hand over the magical artifact you possess."

The old man rubbed his hands together and smiled very kindly.

"I'll leave you a whole corpse, you old man."

Su Chen stood in that narrow passage.

They didn't say a word.

I'm just weighing the pros and cons.

These two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators used rather ordinary methods.

In terms of true ability, even flattery can't catch up with oneself.

The problem lies with those two evil magical artifacts.

A pressure level.

One summons ghosts.

He completely controlled himself.

"What?"

"You won't?"

The fat man waved the black banner.

The two ghostly figures that had been clinging to Su Chen suddenly launched an attack.

One strike aimed straight at Su Chen's crown chakra.

The other one circled around behind him and grabbed at his back.

Su Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

He shifted his body to the side, barely avoiding the claw in front of him.

But the road behind me.

There's no way to avoid it.

The ghostly claws gripped Su Chen's back tightly.

With a hissing sound.

Su Chen felt a chill run down his spine.

Fortunately.

The angry-scaled blue-robed figure shielded him again.

The ghost's claws scratched the blue scales, leaving only a few shallow white marks.

"Huh?"

The gaunt old man was stunned for a moment.

"What a tough protective artifact."

The old man narrowed his eyes, and the runes on the token shone even brighter.

"Give it another push."

Su Chen felt the oppressive force on his body intensify.

This time.

I'm afraid my cultivation level has been suppressed to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Trouble.

Su Chen's brows furrowed into a knot.

If this drags on any longer...

You might not necessarily get the best of a deal.

We must act quickly.

Su Chen no longer hesitated.

The Immaculate Sword Embryo makes its move!

The two ghostly figures pounced on them again.

This time, Su Chen ignored the ghost.

He turned around.

The sword intent bypassed the ghost.

Go straight for the fat man carrying the black banner!

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

This ghost came out of that black banner.

As long as that black banner is destroyed.

The fat man's thick muscles twitched.

He hurriedly held the black banner in front of him.

"You want to destroy my soul banner?"

"dream!"

Su Chen curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

With a flick of the fingers, a single stroke is made in the air.

The clouds pierce the sun.

This sword strike.

Su Chen poured all of his remaining cultivation, which had been suppressed, along with a wisp of heavenly tribulation power, into it.

That sword light.

crimson.

So fast that even the old man's sharp eyes couldn't catch it.

Where the sword light passed.

Space itself was cleaved apart by that single sword strike.

A pitch-black crack slowly spread through the air.

scoff.

The fat man held up the black banner in front of him.

Along with his half-body.

It was split in two by the sword light that tore through space.

The fat man lowered his head.

Incredulous, he stared at his own body, now split in two.

"How..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The person split in two and fell down.

The black banner fell to the ground with a thud.

The four wandering souls, having lost their guide, let out a mournful cry and dissipated.

"you..."

The gaunt old man was dumbfounded.

The token in his hand still suppressed Su Chen's cultivation level.

But this kid in front of me.

Under the suppressed realm.

He actually killed his own comrade with a single sword strike?

This sword.

That's really weird.

The old man dared not hesitate for a moment longer.

He turned around and tried to run away.

Su Chen was not about to let it go.

The aftershocks of the sword light that tore through space had not yet subsided.

Su Chen pointed with his finger.

The pitch-black spatial rift actually spread towards the old man.

No matter how fast the old man ran.

It couldn't outrun that spatial rift.

puff.

A muffled thud.

The old man's half arm, along with the token in his hand.

It was swallowed up by that crack.

The old man let out a miserable scream.

The suppression of that token has been lost.

The restraints on Su Chen's body immediately loosened.

The suppressed late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation surged back like a flood bursting its banks.

"Trying to run away?"

Su Chen sneered.

The square seal appeared out of thin air.

It swells like a mountain.

The old man didn't even have time to finish his scream.

With a loud bang.

It was smashed into a pile of minced meat by that seal.

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