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

The two of them flew together and headed straight for the main hall of the mountain gate.

The rain closed in behind them, once again enveloping the herb garden in that hazy mist.

A gust of cold wind swept across the square, making the gravel on the ground crunch.

Below the stage, a large crowd of demonic cultivators had already gathered to observe.

Their eyes gleamed with bloodlust as they raised their voices in a cacophony of shouts.

"Hurry up and get started!"

"A fight to the death!"

On the stage, the late-stage Void Refinement cultivator who was temporarily acting as the peak master had a face so gloomy it could drip water.

A rogue cultivator from the lower realm, upon entering the sect, immediately sought to take his place.

He couldn't swallow this insult.

opposite.

The Red-Robed Immortal, dressed in a silk gauze dress, attracted the attention of many demonic cultivators.

That's right!

The person who came from the lower realm was actually a cultivator at the Integration stage.

These demonic cultivators looked down on cultivators from the lower realms.

But I didn't feel that way about Master Hongfu.

She was incredibly beautiful, and her cultivation was top-notch.

Moreover, he's aloof and definitely a ruthless character.

"The late stage of the Void Refinement realm is merely a prize for my ascension to the position of elder."

"Admitting defeat now might offer a sliver of hope."

With a cold snort, a wave of oppressive power swept over.

Master Hongfu felt that the other party was somewhat pitiful.

"presumptuous!"

"You lowly wretch from the lower realms, how dare you speak so arrogantly before me!"

How could that cultivator not know the perilous situation he was in?

But I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled...

With a flick of his wrists, demonic energy surged around him.

A jet-black demonic banner shot out from his sea of ​​consciousness and hung above his head.

The banner moved on its own even without wind, its surface covered with countless menacing ghost faces.

It is clearly a remarkable magical artifact.

Unfortunately.

It would be a waste to put such a treasure on this guy.

"The Soul-Eating Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts, come out!"

The demon banner shook.

Countless black shadows formed from vengeful spirits surged out of the banner, blotting out the sky and rushing towards Master Hongfu.

The vengeful spirits that roamed the land were terrifying.

The clamor from the audience suddenly rose in volume...

"Soul Devouring Technique!"

"This woman from the lower realm is probably going to be gnawed to the bone!"

Master Hongfu stood amidst the sweeping shadows, not even blinking.

A delicate hand was raised.

The plain silver Yin-Yang ring flew out of his hand, spun half a circle, and grew to a diameter of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

"Yin and Yang flow together."

The ring split in two.

Hundreds of ghostly figures crashed into the vortex formed by the intertwining of crimson and ink energies, like moths to a flame.

The vengeful spirit was crushed and its soul scattered...

The late-stage Void Refinement cultivator was stunned.

Master Hongfu, however, looked rather disappointed.

Late stage of Void Refinement?

What a joke.

Although this upper realm cultivator possesses a higher level of cultivation and great power.

However, this late-stage Void Refinement cultivator in front of him was not as good as that brat who was only in the early-stage Void Refinement stage.

Speaking of Su Chen, his methods are far superior to those of the cultivators before us.

Thinking of this, I got even angrier. He had promised to come to the Spirit Realm with me.

He didn't show up that day. Could it be that he wasn't on the Xuanhuang Continent at the time?

never mind...

"impossible!"

Master Hongfu gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The crimson and black energies were drawn from the ring and twisted into a single strand in her palm, growing brighter with each twist.

"The line between Yin and Yang."

A thin, white line shot out from her palm, straight and silent.

The late-stage Void Refinement cultivator only felt a flash of cold light before his eyes.

The demon banner was still in mid-air, too late to protect it.

That line had already pierced through the demonic energy shield protecting his body, and then cut the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul Devouring Banner in half.

A crisp click.

The natal magic weapon, which had been cultivated for hundreds of years, broke in two and fell onto the platform, its black energy dissipating completely.

"My secret weapon!"

The cultivator's eyes became bloodshot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining half of his clothes red.

His natal magic weapon was damaged, and his aura visibly weakened.

The clamor from the audience fell silent in that instant.

Hundreds of demonic cultivators stared, mouths agape, at the slender figure on the stage, momentarily forgetting to make a fuss.

Xue Shazi squeezed into a corner of the crowd and exhaled a heavy breath.

"happy!"

He lowered his voice.

"It should have been done a long time ago!"

Lu Yao crossed her arms and smiled.

On the stage.

The late-stage Void Refinement cultivator staggered back two steps, his previous arrogance completely gone.

"You...where exactly are you from...?"

The Venerable Hongfu withdrew the line of yin and yang, and the yin-yang ring slowly closed, transforming back into a pure silver ring that hovered at her feet.

She couldn't even be bothered to give him a second glance.

"That's all there is to it."

Four words, light and airy.

The monk's face flushed red and then turned pale.

The Red-Robed Immortal turned around, her gauze skirt swirling lightly, as if she intended to step down from the stage.

In her opinion, such scum was not even worthy of soiling her hands.

She has always been decisive and ruthless, not soft-hearted.

However, this incompetent acting peak master is not worth erasing by her own hand.

But as soon as she turned around, the uproar from the audience erupted again.

"The battle for the Peak Master is a matter of life and death!"

"Regardless of victory or defeat!"

"Kill him! According to the rules, he must be killed!"

The late-stage Void Refinement cultivator's face turned from white to ashen upon hearing the deafening roar.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Master Hongfu stopped in his tracks.

She turned her head, glanced at the cultivator, and a faint hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.

This is a rule of the Demonic Sect.

Then we should follow local customs.

She didn't even bother to turn around; she just casually flicked her hand behind her.

The yin-yang ring shot out silently.

A line of crimson ink burst forth from the ring, so fast that even the Nascent Soul cultivators below the stage couldn't see its trajectory.

puff.

The late-stage Void Refinement cultivator froze on the spot.

Between his eyebrows, a tiny blood hole slowly oozed crimson blood.

The next instant, the body split open from the top of his head, and the crimson and black energies surged in through the crack, crushing him and his primordial spirit into dust.

The decisiveness of the attack sent chills down the spines of even the newly emerged demonic cultivators.

Once the primordial spirit is destroyed, there is no chance of reincarnation.

This is extremely cruel for cultivators.

However, within the demonic path, only the strong are ever respected...

In other words, this battle solidified Hong Fu's position as an elder.

That's a way of establishing their authority.

Xue Shazi and Lu Yao were probably the most excited at this moment.

at last! ! !

It's finally over...

......

The sea of ​​clouds surged, and Luoyan City already possessed some of the grandeur of the number one sect in the human realm.

Time flies, and March is here in the blink of an eye.

Nearly a thousand cultivators had gathered in the square in front of the temple, which resembled a giant monument.

All these forces came to surrender to Luoyan City.

Li Ziran is currently in seclusion, so the heavy responsibility of receiving these people falls on Su Chen alone.

Su Chen sat upright in the main seat in front of the hall, one hand supporting his chin, his face revealing two words.

Impatient.

He casually brushed off the few insignificant sects at first, offering only a few perfunctory words.

After dealing with this for half a day, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the square.

Three beams of light pierced through the air, their momentum extraordinary.

The sects that were originally crowding at the front quickly made way for the newcomers.

Yu Ling Sect.

Beast Soul Sect.

Earth Spirit Gate.

The three sect leaders arrived in person.

As soon as the three landed, they bowed to Su Chen in the hall, their posture extremely humble.

...