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

They've combined.

That's a realm that countless people in this world wouldn't even dare to dream of.

It's really worth it for a dead grandson.

I'm going to lose my old life at the hands of this fellow Daoist in front of me.

It's not worth it.

It's not worth it at all.

Can...

The Demon Cloud Ancestor narrowed his eyes.

The grandson is dead.

As the grandfather, if I don't even dare to lift a finger...

This news got out.

In the future, in this Black Mountain continent...

Who else would respect him, the Demon Cloud Ancestor?

He dared not seek revenge after his grandson died.

Where do I put my face?

The Demon Cloud Ancestor's divine sense quietly probed towards Su Chen.

Once.

The early stage of refining the void.

Ancestor Demon Cloud was still not at ease, so he checked again.

He is still in the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm.

Reach the same level as yourself.

The old ancestor of Demon Cloud slowly regained his composure.

The realms are generally the same.

He was merely taking advantage of the power of the heavenly tribulation to benefit from his own cultivation technique.

That kid.

There are absolutely no more ruthless methods.

Let's take a gamble.

For the sake of this old face.

Let's take a gamble!

The Demon Cloud Ancestor raised the Soul Banner once more.

The banners moved on their own even without wind.

From the deepest part of that banner, a faint, ancient, dragon-like roar could be heard.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor bit the tip of his tongue.

He spat a mouthful of blood onto the soul banner.

"Soul-Slaying Technique!"

The moment those three words were uttered...

The old cultivators below all gasped in unison.

"It's a vengeful spirit technique!"

"The Supreme Secrets of Blackrock City!"

An old monk with a face full of wrinkles pointed into the clouds with trembling hands.

"Ancestor Demon Cloud, he's going all out!"

"This technique belongs to the strongest demon king within the banner."

"To attach oneself to oneself."

"In just a few hours."

"His cultivation level can reach the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm!"

The ghost king inside the soul banner transformed into a wisp of black smoke and entered the crown chakra of the Demon Cloud Ancestor.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor was originally a withered old man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks.

Unexpectedly, in that instant, it transformed into a giant demon with a form as large as a mountain.

The colossal magical form, like a mountain, exuded an aura of awe and majesty.

Just standing there.

The terrifying pressure instilled fear in all cultivators from all directions.

The middle stage of Void Refining! ! !

Su Chen frowned.

I didn't expect this old man to have some tricks up his sleeve.

He used this move to quickly advance to the mid-stage of the game.

This method is utterly outrageous.

"This technique is against the natural order! It seems that this Demon Cloud Ancestor is truly prepared to fight to the death..."

A stream of spiritual energy shot into the great formation.

An unusual phenomenon of flying sand and stones obscuring the sky and sun.

This was already a protective formation that these cultivators had barely managed to maintain with all their might.

The Nascent Soul cultivator who had just spoken was now completely exhausted.

Everyone understands what that sentence means.

Those who dare to claim that their magic is against the natural order must pay an unimaginable price.

Take this Demon Cloud Ancestor for example. Once this technique is used, it is very difficult to recover one's vitality without decades of arduous cultivation.

This is the price of temporarily stepping into a realm higher than oneself.

Yue'er originally thought Su Chen was going to win.

Now, everyone was worried for him again.

Near the seats in the distance where the gauze curtains had not yet completely fallen.

Yue'er clutched the hem of her skirt, her usually restless and alluring eyes now filled with nervousness.

It was not far from the moon.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators in the city moved closer to Yue'er.

Just now, Yue'er was very close to Su Chen.

These people had naturally seen it long ago.

"See that?"

"That little wench."

"I pleaded for that outsider cultivator who had reached the Void Refinement stage earlier."

"It's inextricably linked to Akiyama-kun's death."

The person next to him narrowed his eyes.

"What kind of person is Ancestor Demon Cloud? I'm just worried about not having a reason to join Ancestor Demon Cloud's ranks."

"What if we tie this little wench up and send her over there?"

"Find another opportunity to seek refuge."

"Perfectly fitting."

"What's the rush?"

The man from before pinned him down.

"These two Void Refinement cultivators haven't decided who's the victor yet."

"Let's make our move now."

"It would be bad if we offended that outsider."

"Wait."

The meaning of these people couldn't be clearer.

If Su Chen loses, he will capture Yue'er and surrender to the Demon Cloud Ancestor.

Su Chen raised his head.

Looking at the giant demon that had transformed into a mountain.

There weren't many surprises.

The secret techniques of the Demonic Sect are mostly of this kind, which harm others without benefiting themselves.

Su Chen shook his wrist.

Three sword lights appeared out of thin air.

That is the sect's most treasured sword technique.

The clouds fell and pierced the sun.

Three sword intents, wrapped in sharp edges, shot towards the troll's brow.

laugh! ! !

The three sword beams all landed on the troll.

Only three faint white marks remained on the skin and flesh shrouded in black mist.

In an instant, the white mark was filled in by the black mist.

Unharmed.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow.

This physical body was forged using the Soul-Slaying Technique.

That's really tough.

Ordinary sword techniques cannot break through it.

Su Chen slowly lowered his legs, which had been crossed.

It seems we need to get serious.

Su Chen closed his eyes.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness.

That flawless sword embryo.

With a buzzing sound, it began to vibrate.

This sword is no longer the same as it used to be, a physical object that still needs to be drawn out and controlled.

Ever since Su Chen followed that technique and gradually refined it into his sea of ​​consciousness.

It then transformed into one of Su Chen's supernatural abilities.

No need to offer it.

The moment a thought arises, it can be attached to you.

Su Chen held up one finger.

That wisp of crimson heavenly tribulation power wrapped around his fingertips.

Then draw out three more sword intents that pierce the sun and fall from the clouds.

Together, it was injected into the divine power of the Immaculate Sword Embryo.

A tiny point formed at the fingertip.

That spot was so black, it was even deeper than the surrounding void.

Su Chen made a light, sweeping gesture towards the giant demon.

There was no sound.

It was as if someone had cut a gash in the world with a knife.

A jet-black crack extended from Su Chen's fingertip, cleaving straight towards the mountain-like giant demon.

Where the crack passed.

The void was torn apart.

Everything was severed.

For the first time, panic showed in the crimson eyes of the giant demon, Old Ancestor Demon Cloud.

He wanted to hide.

But the crack appeared too quickly.

They arrived so quickly that even the most swift escape techniques, like shrinking the distance to an inch, were too late to execute.

puff.

One of the troll's arms.

It was connected to the swirling black mist.

It broke cleanly off at the shoulder.

Accompanied by a bloodcurdling scream, as if the earth were collapsing.

The severed arm fell into the void rift.

Not even a trace was left.

...

The entire Blackrock City.

A deathly silence.

The early stage of refining the void.

Unharmed.

He severed one of the arms of a mid-stage Void Refinement cultivator.

The monks below.

Everyone had their mouths agape.

For a long time, not a sound could be made.

this...

Is this even human?

The old cultivator was just now certain that Su Chen was going to die.

At this moment, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Yue'er covered her mouth.

Those alluring eyes were filled with disbelief.

The dharma form of the giant demon, the Demon Cloud Ancestor.

It swayed.

The amount of blood and semen that spurted out was probably half a liter.

With one arm severed, his Soul-Slaying Technique couldn't hold up any longer.

His mountain-like figure visibly shrank.

Su Chen didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

The black spot on my fingertip has reformed.

...