After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

The Five Elements Divine Sword fell from the sky, striking the dragon's horn squarely.

A snow-white blade swept out, slashing through the dragon's neck scales.

"boom!"

Sparks flew from the dragon's horns and scales, yet it remained completely unharmed.

A tremendous backlash struck, and the divine sword and blade suddenly shattered into countless fragments, vanishing without a trace.

With the Five Elements Formation broken, Feng Qing and the others reappeared in sight.

Suffering from the backlash of the immense force, the six people fell off the stage, spitting out blood.

His face was deathly pale, and he couldn't even muster the strength to stand, clearly indicating severe internal injuries.

A Grandmaster is indeed someone that no Golden Core cultivator can rival.

Especially the Royal Grandmaster!

A Golden Core cultivator is, after all, two major realms apart from a Grandmaster.

It's like a three-year-old infant fighting against a young man in his late twenties.

No matter how many there are, they cannot overcome the enormous gap created by the difference in realm.

Apart from Zhou Yi, all the Golden Core cultivators in the entire training ground were top-tier combatants.

His attack was completely unseen.

this moment.

Everyone standing opposite Zhou Yi sighed in unison.

They underestimated the Grandson of the Emperor; their chances are now over.

Tianyi Sect's Wu Jieyuan's attack failed, so he pressed his palms down in the air and flipped back to the center of the arena.

If Zhou Yi were to retaliate at this moment, he wouldn't have time to fight back at all.

No, to be precise.

He was powerless against the grandmaster.

Standing behind Feng Qing, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, relieved that his opponent hadn't pressed his advantage.

Ji Yu's expression turned cold, his handsome face full of surprise.

With a gentle flick of her orchid-like fingers, the two red threads suddenly tightened, and the silver needle abruptly changed its attack direction.

“Whoosh, whoosh—”

A flash of white light, and two silver needles pierced through the three heads and embedded themselves in the wooden pillars beside the arena.

Feng Qing and the other six had red spots suddenly appear on their temples, and they fell straight down on the ring, lifeless.

at the same time.

Wu Jieyuan's eyes lit up, and he swung his sword at Feng Qing.

"puff!"

Feng Qing's body fell, but his head flew high into the air.

Li Yuanzhou, Liu Sanniang, Yang Lie, and the other martial artists who leaped onto the stage...

Their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly stopped in mid-air, landing in the center of the arena.

The deadly attacks, already launched, were all aimed at the corpses of Feng Qing and the other six.

Wu Meng and other local martial artists from Liangzhou were a beat slower to react and followed the Martial Arts Alliance members onto the arena.

Having lost their target, the group stood on the ring, somewhat at a loss.

Ji Yu covered her face with her hair, threaded the needle again, and continued her embroidery.

The martial artists of the Martial Arts Alliance forced themselves to remain calm, but Zhou Yi's gaze made them feel awkward and uneasy, as if they were sitting on pins and needles.

soon.

They realized they might have been overthinking things.

His Highness Prince Yi's gaze did not linger on them at all.

His interest fell on the remains of Feng Qing and the other six men.

Finally, the martial artists on the arena noticed something amiss.

Violent energy fluctuations emanated from above the fragments of Feng Qing's and the other six's corpses.

Clearly, there are things there that they can't see.

孽！

It must be some kind of legendary calamity.

When Feng Qing attacked Zhou Yi, he shouted that he wanted to "kill evil and become a Buddha".

Moreover, many people have seen that the eyes of the six people are bloodshot.

That was clearly a sign of a wicked person committing murder.

The legend of the evil was exaggerated to the point of being fantastical.

He did not appear before the world often, and many people had never heard of him.

Many people even suspect that it was just a rumor.

One thing is certain: those below the Grandmaster level are completely unable to see His existence.

"evil!"

Liu San Niang was the first to react.

She exclaimed in surprise and flew away from the center of the arena in a flash.

The other martial artists also dodged and flew to the edge of the arena almost simultaneously.

The unknown is the most terrifying thing.

The energy fluctuations at the center of the arena indicated that something strange was definitely there.

Everyone is afraid of being tainted by something ominous and strange.

"what!"

Wu Jieyuan of Tianyi Sect shuddered and leaped toward the edge of the arena.

He stood beside Feng Qingshi, surrounded by invisible energy fluctuations.

Doesn't that mean he's already surrounded by evil?

"what happened?"

Why can't my body move? I can't even lift a finger.

Wu Jieyuan's face turned ashen as he looked up toward the commander's table.

Zhou Yi's calm smile made him feel as if he were facing the King of Hell.

Without lifting a finger, the other party had already imprisoned him on the spot.

"No, let me leave!" Wu Jieyuan pleaded in a trembling voice.

He could feel the cold entering his body, as if something was drilling into him.

Zhou Yi put down his teacup and looked over with great interest.

in his field of vision.

Six humanoid spirits, resembling black mist, floated above the corpses of Feng Qing and the others.

Its body was pitch black, and it had a pair of fiery red eyes, just like the one that wiped out the Feng family.

This is the legendary sin.

Mahayana Buddhism is truly a scourge.

An invisible barrier confined the six evil creatures to the center of the arena.

They roared and pounded against the barrier, trying to escape.

With no way to escape, they rushed toward the only living person inside the barrier—Wu Jieyuan of the Tianyi Sect.

A monstrous creature burrowed into Wu Jieyuan's body, while the other five could only wander around unwillingly, howling...

Zhou Yi glanced at Hu Die, Si Xuan, and the others beside him, and saw that they did not react.

It seems that only he can hear the roar of the demon.

Others could neither see His presence nor hear His roar.

Wu Jieyuan clearly sensed that something strange had entered his body.

He was in a state of disarray, flailing his arms wildly and shouting to drive them away:

"Get out! Get out of here!"

however.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared at Zhou Yi:

"Your sins are grave, you deserve to die!"

……

Zhou Yi nodded and looked away.

This is the entire process of evil possession.

I finally have a basic understanding of this evil thing.

As everyone watched Wu Jieyuan's frenzied outburst, their hearts pounded with anxiety.

They couldn't see the strange and evil creatures in the field, let alone know how to eliminate them.

If we let it go, countless people in the city will be harmed.

How many families will be wiped out like the Feng family?

All eyes were on Zhou Yi.

The only grandmaster in the entire arena, only he can see the strange creatures, and only he has the potential to destroy them.

Other martial artists secretly curled up the corners of their mouths.

Although a grandmaster can see evil, he may not have the ability to eliminate it.

What happened next left them utterly disappointed.

Before Zhou Yi could make a move, a miniature Zhou Yi, about one meter tall, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Nascent Soul is leaving the body!"

The crowd exclaimed.

The nascent soul that looked exactly like Zhou Yi suddenly leaped into the air and transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon over ten feet long.

The golden dragon coiled and soared in the sky, and with a jolt of its head, it spewed out a burst of flames.

The bright red flames, like a fiery serpent, burrowed into the transparent barrier and quickly ignited.

The monstrous black mist body crackled and popped as it burned, bursting into sparks.

The piercing screams struck Zhou Yi's ears.

Others could not hear the roar, but they could feel the invisible energy fluctuations becoming more intense.

"what--"

Ugly black spirits were burned into nothingness by the dragon flames.

Wu Jieyuan was terrified and roared at Zhou Yi:

"You can't kill me, you can't! I am..."