I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

There were nearly twenty prisoners, disciples from various sects, all bound hand and foot by a long, thin, dark chain.

There are four disciples of the Xuantian Sect, one of whom is Ma Liang.

The senior brother who gave Shen Ming the ten-thousand-year-old warm jade last time he visited Xiaoyao Peak.

Ma Liang overheard Jing Wuming and Yan Wuxin's conversation and learned that it was his sect's Supreme Elder who had killed a Supreme Being of the Wusheng Sword Sect, and that he wanted to take revenge on them.

“Jing Wuming, even if we offer you our necks, it won’t sharpen your sword heart. Spare the others, and I will burn my own life essence to fight you and be your whetstone!” Ma Liang said.

He needed to buy time; the distress signal had already been sent, and the other three might be able to hold out until the rescue arrived.

They were not direct disciples, nor did they have any lineage or master; they had no one to protect them in the Taiyi Treasure Vault.

However, this does not mean that the sect will stand by and watch them die; their identity tokens all have the function of sending out distress signals.

"Let your fellow disciples go? What good outcome do you expect them to have?"

Before Yan Wuxin could express his opinion, Jue Wuchen of the Ten Absolutes Sect sneered, "They are all medicine men of my Ten Absolutes Sect."

The prisoners' expressions changed. They had all heard of the Ten Deadly Poisons of the Ten Deadly Sect, even if they had never seen them.

Medicine people are used to test for poison!

"Jue Wuchen, you talk too much?" Yan Wuxin said, annoyed by his interruption.

"It would be a waste to kill all four of them, so let's just kill one of them. Don't forget that we captured the prisoner together."

Jue Wuchen's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and his whole being exuded an unsettling and sinister aura.

He was unhappy that Yan Wuxin wanted to kill four prisoners, which he thought was such a waste.

Yan Wuxin's gaze was icy, his killing intent and sword intent perfectly fused together, and the flower ornament between his brows transformed into a small sword.

"Alright, the five of us demon lords have joined forces today, let's not let outsiders laugh at us."

The one speaking was Fang Han from the Yellow Springs Gate.

The Yellow Springs Sect was originally the leader of the demonic sects, and this time, by joining forces with the four major demonic sects to conquer the Taiyi Sect, its prestige was at its zenith.

The five demon lords present were led by Fang Han.

As soon as he spoke, Yan Wuxin suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

"I'll listen to Senior Brother Fang," Jue Wuchen said.

"Actually, there's no need to worry about it, because a better target has emerged," Fang Han said with a smile.

Despite being the leader of the five great demon lords, he appears to be harmless.

He pointed in the direction Jing Wuming had come from, and everyone's gaze followed that direction, seeing a masked person rushing towards them at an extremely fast speed.

"it's him!"

When Jing Wuming saw him, the murderous intent he had just felt vanished.

"The person who refined the Taiyi Sword Pill?"

Yan Wuxin felt a surge of excitement upon recalling what Fang Han had just said, and immediately looked at him.

“He came alone,” Fang Han said casually, but his tone was very confident.

The demonic cultivators present believed him without a doubt and began to stir.

Yan Wuxin immediately came up with the same idea as Nie Qing: to kill and steal the treasure!

"Don't let him get away!"

Zhao Lie, one of the five great demon lords and a member of the Heavenly Fiend Sect, gave the order immediately.

They all assumed this person was there to hunt down Jing Wuming, and were surprised to find a group of demonic cultivators here. Fearing he would turn tail and run, they fled.

They discovered their worries were unnecessary; the man simply glanced at it without any hesitation.

This made the demonic cultivators lose confidence, and they looked at Fang Han again.

“He just used a pupil technique to see through our cultivation levels. He definitely came alone, and he’s at the third level of the Yuantai Realm,” Fang Han said.

"So arrogant?!"

The demonic cultivators were both shocked and furious.

Fang Han cultivated the supreme secret technique of the Yellow Springs Sect, the Samsara Eye. With his Yuantai Realm cultivation, he could project his divine sense like a Supreme Realm cultivator and see through illusions.

He couldn't be wrong; that is to say, this masked Yuan Tai Realm Level 3 cultivator planned to surround them all by himself!

"Even if Zhou Mutian were alive, he wouldn't dare to do this!"

With many people, there is strength. All one hundred of them combined are unstoppable by any of the top ten on the Hidden Dragon List.

Demonic cultivators won't fight you one-on-one.

"Set up the Five Absolute Formation to test his strength."

Fang Han gave the instructions.

He was like a general on the battlefield; at his command, half of the demonic cultivators immediately sprang into action.

In order to attack the Taiyi Sect, the five major demonic sects jointly practiced a grand formation that could be used by people from the Supreme Realm to the Yuantai Realm.

There were fifty demonic cultivators forming the array, with an average cultivation level of the third level of the Yuantai Realm. When they set up the array, their bodies were surrounded by powerful true energy. As their positions changed, strands of dazzling true energy intertwined in the void, as if weaving a mysterious net.

Ma Liang silently retreated to the side of the prisoner, having just mustered his courage and prepared to face death.

But if you can avoid death, then you should.

Yan Wuxin coveted the sword pellet and paid no attention to Ma Liang's subtle actions.

"Which disciple of my Xuantian Sect is this? So powerful!"

Ma Liang knew that the person who came was a true disciple of the Xuantian Sect, and his heart was in his throat.

He is a spirit array master, capable of creating arrays single-handedly, and his mastery of arrays surpasses that of everyone present.

Therefore, it was immediately apparent that the Five Absolute Formation composed of demonic cultivators had reached the level of a fourth-order spiritual formation, capable of trapping and killing cultivators at the sixth level of the Yuantai Realm.

The newcomer ignored them and plunged headlong into the formation.

"this?!"

The prisoners were dumbfounded. Seeing how confident this man was, they assumed he had some special abilities.

For example, at the last moment, he used a secret technique to dodge the formation and rush over to save people, but ended up just walking straight into the formation.

The fifty demonic cultivators in the formation showed no mercy; the Five Absolutes Net tightened instantly, and thousands upon thousands of sharp blades slashed down.

Only then did the man stop and, without the slightest hesitation, throw a heavy punch.

His fist was enveloped in a dazzling light, like a star about to explode.

The surrounding air was compressed, producing a sharp whistling sound.

An unimaginably powerful force erupted instantly, causing the entire space to shake violently.

The thousands of beams of light, like shattered glass, transformed into countless starlight points.

These points of light froze for half a second, then shot out in the opposite direction like countless raindrops.

Fifty demonic cultivators who had set up the formation were caught in the torrential rain, covered in blood, with countless holes in their bodies.

The air was thick with a pungent smell of blood mist. The newcomer continued forward, emerging from the mist, his silhouette outlined behind him.

The remaining demonic cultivators all took a half step back, their scalps tingling with fear.

Seeing this scene, the prisoners almost couldn't tell which side was the fearsome demonic cultivator.

"This is?!"

Ma Liang's eyelids twitched, and his heart pounded. He knew this punch all too well.

On Xiaoyao Peak, even the third-tier spirit array he had set up was destroyed by a single punch.

The one who threw the punch was Xuan Tianzi Shen Ming.

"It's really him!"

The image that appeared in my mind overlapped with the person in front of me, confirming that it was indeed Shen Ming!

A few days ago, Shen Ming said that the Hidden Dragon Ranking would not be open for another six months, which would delay his breakthrough to the Supreme Realm.

At the time, everyone thought it was a joke, even after Shen Ming shattered a third-tier spirit array with a single punch.

Now, Ma Liang discovers that Shen Ming has already forged a second golden platform!

This is too fast!