As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

The demon ape was forced to his knees, his millstone-like hands trembling on the ground, sweat pouring down his ugly face, and an inexplicable fear spreading throughout his body.

Fast, too fast.

This unknown young man was so fast that he almost teleported, and the hand pressing lightly on his head seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds.

And the young man's eyes seemed to contain the sun, moon and stars, making him unable to muster even the slightest courage to resist.

"I..."

The demon ape knelt on the ground, shaking like a sieve, and said in a muffled voice: "I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

"It doesn't matter, just be careful in the next life."

Chen Zhian laughed and pressed his palm down lightly. The demon ape's head exploded like a watermelon, and blood rained down.

"How could this be..."

"Isn't he a swordsman?"

"Sword cultivator Wang Liu is so terrifying..."

Everyone looked at Chen Zhian warily. The middle-aged cultivator from Kunlun Mountain even had a sudden change of expression. He had a bad feeling in his heart and had already begun to consider retreating.

The demon ape is different from Lu Lingjiu.

Although Lu Lingjiu is strong, she only relies on her seductive looks and strange magical powers to kill people. Her real killing power is only average.

Those who died at her hands were all useless people with unstable moral character. People's respect for her mostly came from her identity as Ji Wudao's maid, rather than from herself.

But the Demon Ape is different. He is a powerful figure ranked among the top five in the Tongxuan realm among all the gods and demons in the world. His physical body is unmatched, and there are only a few people in the same realm who dare to say that they will definitely defeat him.

He even once fought against five Great Wilderness Tongxuan alone and killed them all without any injury. His strength was not exaggerated at all.

At least as a fellow Tongxuan cultivator, the middle-aged cultivator Bai Anpin knew that he was no match for this demon ape.

But even such a huge monster had its head smashed to pieces by Wang Liu's light palm.

You know, Wang Liu is a sword cultivator.

It was too absurd that a swordsman could smash an invincible monster's body to pieces with just his palm. How did he do it?

Moreover, he was standing in the middle of the crowd at this moment as if he was in an empty space. Wasn't he afraid that the Tongxuan monks present would attack him and kill him here?

Or...

The reason why he was fearless and dared to hold the sword high was because he had the confidence to escape from the pursuit of more than 700 junior masters of Tongxuan?

Think of this.

The middle-aged cultivator Bai Anpin trembled all over, looked at Chen Zhian, shook his head and said to himself: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Apart from Ji Wudao, there is absolutely no such a monster in this battlefield."

But having said that.

Bai Anpin still quietly retreated and protected everyone in front of him.

No matter whether it is possible or not, saving your life is the most important thing.

"Buddha has mercy on me..."

Just as Bai Anpin retreated, a long Buddhist verse suddenly came from afar.

The voice was very far away at first, but when the last word "sad" fell, the voice seemed to be ringing in my ears.

Hearing the sound, the crowd started to stir, then suddenly parted, leaving a wide path.

"Master Xuanbei...he is here too!"

Bai Anpin hid behind the crowd, looking at the figure that seemed to come from the Buddhist kingdom, and subconsciously took a few steps back, just at the dividing line where the sword light was hanging high.

After all, this bald donkey talks about mercy, but wherever he is there are always corpses and blood everywhere. He is not a good person.

Bai Anpin didn't know that when he brought everyone in front of him and looked at them quietly.

Chen Zhian, who was standing in the crowd with his hands behind his back, was also looking at him.

Previously, when Chen Zhian used the Book of the Dead to look through Lu Lingjiu's memory, he had already memorized all the monsters and demons on this battlefield, including Bai Anpin.

He knew that this middle-aged Taoist priest with a sad face and cautious manner was a disciple of the Kunlun Mountain Immortal Sect of Xianwu Tianxia.

I once had an absurd idea that violated the ancestral Taoist precepts, which was to become a Taoist partner with myself, practice the supreme God's treasure of immortals and demons alone, and create a Taoist seed of my own that would be entrusted to me through life and death.

It was because of this idea that he fell from an evil genius to an ordinary genius.