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Those dozen or so Golden Core demon cultivators didn't even get to utter a single scream.

Their protective demonic energy, black iron armor, physical bodies, and divine souls.

Under that divine power that combined the pure Yang fire and the intent of the Broken Mountain Blade, it was like a snowman suddenly encountering lava.

It didn't even last a blink of an eye.

They were directly strangled and burned to death, their souls and bodies annihilated.

Not even a bone fragment was left.

The wind stopped.

Above the square, everything was clean and tidy, without even a trace of demonic energy remaining.

A deathly silence fell over the heavens and the earth.

Everyone was stunned speechless by the terrifying power of this move.

That's more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators!

In just one glance, everything was gone?

The magic sword in Lu Xuanshan's hand clattered to the ground.

He just stared blankly at the young man standing there.

There was only one thought in my mind.

This kid...has reached the Nascent Soul stage?

But how could such combat power be unleashed so soon after the Nascent Soul stage?

The Lord of the Demon Palace, who was in the sky preparing to watch the show, froze, his scarlet vertical pupils wide open.

He hadn't even realized how all his men had been wiped out.

At this moment, Chu Feng was staring blankly at the empty battlefield in front of him.

There were no bodies, no remains, and no dropped storage bags.

There was nothing there.

His face, which had been full of excitement just moments before, slowly lost its smile.

He looked down at his hands.

You used too much force!

Who knows how many good things are hidden in those storage bags!

He burned them all to ashes!

How much money must have been lost!

Chu Feng's heart was bleeding, and he gritted his teeth in silence.

We absolutely must be careful using this method of destroying evidence in the future! It's such a waste of money!

Hongxiu ran over from a distance.

"Young master, are you alright?"

My heart aches...

"what?"

"I said my heart is aching!"

Chu Feng patted his chest, his face filled with grief and indignation. "At least tens of thousands of spirit stones have just been burned away like this. How can I not be heartbroken?"

Hongxiu was stunned for a moment, but immediately understood and comforted him in a low voice.

"Young Master, that move you just made was so cool! The whole sect was watching!"

"Can being handsome put food on the table? Can being handsome be exchanged for spirit stones?"

Chu Feng rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the square and landing on the three figures in the sky.

Three demon generals at the late Nascent Soul stage followed behind the palace master, their bodies surging with demonic energy.

"Late stage of Nascent Soul..."

He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming. "This late-stage Nascent Soul storage bag, how much is it worth...?"

"Young master, what are you muttering about?"

Hongxiu's heart skipped a beat when she saw his expression.

"Thinking about how to get rich."

Chu Feng flexed his wrists and then kicked off with his feet.

He transformed into a streak of light and shot straight into the sky.

"Damn it, young master, please don't go!"

In the sky, Feng Jiuyou and Yuexi were locked in a fierce battle with the Lord of the Demon Palace.

Feng Jiuyou was dressed in a black palace gown, with golden phoenix patterns faintly visible amidst the demonic energy.

Her attacks were extremely fierce, each palm strike carrying divine fire capable of burning everything, forcing the palace master to retreat repeatedly.

On the other side, Yuexi's silver hair danced in the air, and her icy aura and Feng Jiuyou's divine fire formed a perfect pair of cheese sandwiches.

The temple master felt a little panicked.

These two women are so difficult to deal with.

He was wondering whether he should send one of his demon generals up to help relieve some of the pressure.

A figure suddenly darted up from below.

They stood directly in front of the burly demon general who was wielding a giant axe.

Chu Feng beckoned with his finger.

"The one with the axe."

The demon general lowered his head, looking at this ignorant brat with nothing but contempt in his eyes.

"Where did this piece of trash come from?"

"Listen to me carefully."

Chu Feng smiled slightly, "I, Chu Feng, the disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect, am here today to collect your bounty."

"A bounty?"

The demon general seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and he grinned widely.

"Boy, do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Chu Feng shook his head. "Anyway, after you die, your storage bag can be mine."

"court death!"

The demon general was instantly enraged and swung his giant axe fiercely.

A beam of axe light, wreathed in demonic flames, cleaved through the air and headed straight for Chu Feng's crown.

Chu Feng dodged to the side.

The axe light grazed past him, cleaving a crack in the light barrier of the mountain-protecting formation.

"Wow, that's pretty powerful."

Chu Feng smacked his lips and drew his blood-red longsword with a backhand motion.

The blade trembled, and the dark blue-green sword intent nascent soul spun wildly within his dantian.

The first move of the Mountain-Severing Saber Technique is the Flow-Severing Technique.

A jet-black blade of light shot out from the sky, slashing straight at the demon general's face.

The demon general's pupils contracted, and he quickly raised his axe to block.

clang!

A clang of metal clashing rang out.

The giant axe left a white mark, and the demon general was also forced back half a step.

He looked down at the notch on the axe blade, his face darkening.

"Nascent Soul?"

He could tell that this kid was at the Nascent Soul stage.

But it's only the beginning.

A Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage dared to challenge him, a Nascent Soul cultivator in the late stage.

"Kid, you've got some skills."

The demon general grinned maliciously, "But if that's all you've got, today is your death day!"

"Yeah?"

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Then why don't you give it a try?"

The two were locked in a fierce battle.

The flashes of swords and axes clashed in mid-air, bursting out bursts of blinding light.

Although Chu Feng was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his foundation of having two Nascent Souls was extremely strong.

His spiritual energy reserves were more than double those of cultivators of the same level.

In addition, the Duan Yue sword technique was both domineering and fierce, and for a time he actually managed to fight the late-stage Nascent Soul demon general to a standstill.

The other two demon generals beside them were dumbfounded.

"Who is this kid?"

"A mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator can fight the third brother to this extent?"

"Should we go up and lend a hand?"

While they hesitated, the demon general on the other side became impatient.

After fighting for a long time, I still couldn't win, and I was starting to lose face.

"I am going to die!"

The demon general roared and pulled a green lantern from his storage bag.

As the lights flickered, a chilling and eerie power locked onto Chu Feng.

Chu Feng felt a chill run through his body, as if his soul had been pierced by something sharp.

"What is this thing?"

He frowned, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

The demon general laughed triumphantly: "This is my Soul-Devouring Lamp, it devours souls! Kid, you're dead today!"

"The Soul-Eating Lamp?"

Chu Feng gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't sound like anything legitimate."

The lamplight flickered, and the sinister power targeting the soul grew stronger and stronger.