If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

An instinctive fear of being targeted by a high-level predator caused all the demonic scales on his body to stand on end.

The oppressive aura emanating from above.

That was the real feeling of death.

"Enemy attack! Form ranks and hold them off!"

The command was completely off-key.

He had no time to care about the cultivators of the Yunlan Sect.

He squeezed out all of the Demon General's mid-stage peak cultivation in one go.

He spat out three large mouthfuls of his natal demonic blood in succession.

The demonic energy within his body surged upwards like a geyser.

A heavy blood shield, engraved with ancient demon totems on three sides, was hastily erected less than half a zhang above his head.

Each side is strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

To Mo Chengyue, this level of defense was no different from being made of paper.

During the descent.

The extreme Yang Heavenly Thunder and the pure Tai Chi True Essence achieved a perfect harmony between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

Yin and Yang complement each other, and thunder turns into rain.

The ultimate transformation of the Rain Flower Sword Technique.

The drizzle was silent.

The raging thunderstorm was forcibly compressed by his terrifying micro-management skills.

Ultimately, it transformed into a dark gold sword thread that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Keep a low profile and remain unassuming.

He faced the three seemingly indestructible shields of demonic energy.

He casually extended his finger.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was no deafening sound wave impact.

The extremely compressed lightning sword threads struck the outermost layer of the blood shield.

It's like piercing a thin layer of window paper with a red-hot iron rod.

laugh.

A faint piercing sound, so subtle it could be easily missed, rang out.

Three layers of defense, enough to drive cultivators of the same level to despair, were pierced through.

The Thunder Sword Silk did not slow down at all.

Following that precise three-dimensional coordinate system.

It pierced through the demon leader's forehead without any mercy.

The law of destruction through extreme compression.

Inside that enormous cranial cavity, everything was fully unlocked.

They didn't even give him a chance to call for help.

The terrifying heat and the will of Heaven destroyed the demon leader's consciousness, soul, and the area above his neck.

It completely vaporized into nothingness within microseconds.

The massive, headless mutilated body had lost all its strength.

With a thud.

It crashed heavily onto the rubble like a tattered sack.

Instant kill across price ranges!

A straightforward, physical attack that reduces the distance between dimensions!

One second he was clamoring to tear his tendons and bones apart, and the next second he couldn't even leave behind a complete corpse.

This extreme visual contrast.

This plunged the entire canyon into an eerie silence where no one spoke.

Whether it was the demon minions in formation or the righteous elites hiding in turtle shells.

This scene completely drained them of their ability to speak.

clack.

A high-quality demonic core, radiating a rich, dark red glow, rolled off the charred, severed neck.

It bounced a few times on the gravel.

It rolled all the way to a pair of leather boots that landed steadily on the ground.

Mo Chengyue straightened up.

His black iron inner armor was spotless.

He lowered his head slightly.

Looking at that high-level magic pill that many people dream of obtaining.

Slowly lift your right foot.

Then, the sole of the shoe slammed down on it.

The Tai Chi essence on the soles of his feet pressed down extremely violently.

Click.

This priceless inner core was crushed into fine powder.

The demonic energy dissipated without a trace.

This was accompanied by a piercing cracking sound.

The ferocious pressure of the mutated Taiji Thunder Golden Elixir swept across the entire pass like a hurricane.

Those demon minions who were nearby had their kneecaps crack under the strain and collapsed to their knees.

The Yunlan Sect disciples hiding behind the Xuan Turtle Shield couldn't help but tremble even through the shield.

Mo Chengyue slowly raised his head.

Behind that cold bronze mask, an unwavering gaze slowly swept over the group of people.

He used only one finger.

And an unreasonable descent to the mortal realm.

He then completely took over this hellish slaughterhouse that belonged to him.

There was no opening statement.

True killing needs no words.

This is just an appetizer.

He held up two fingers and casually flicked away dust that wasn't even on his sleeve.

The thick fog above the pass seemed to be forcibly torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and the burnt smell after the thunder passed rampantly in the narrow valley.

Mo Chengyue stood beside the pile of still slightly twitching minced meat, with the demon leader's demon core, which had turned to powder, at his feet.

Several demon minions who were lucky enough to have their heart meridians shattered were now scrambling and crawling into the crevices of the strange rocks as if they had seen a ghost.

They didn't even bother to pick up the broken bone spear left behind by their leader; they only wished their parents had given them two more legs.

Mo Chengyue had no interest in chasing these small fry. In his opinion, chasing after a few consumables who didn't even have storage bags was a waste of his true essence.

This kind of behavior—severely exceeding KPIs but failing to receive performance bonuses—is a major taboo for professionals.

He withdrew his right hand, a wisp of dark golden electricity still lingering around his fingertips, the lightning flickering uncertainly in the gaps of his black iron inner armor.

The ancient method of elixirs stimulated an extremely powerful flow of true energy, causing his meridians to feel a long-lost throbbing pain.

"Cough...cough cough..."

A weak cough, yet with a certain deliberate air of restraint, came from behind the shaky blue light screen.

The young man in the purple-gold crown, known as the senior disciple of the Yunlan Sect, stood up unsteadily with the help of his three junior brothers.

His once-shiny robes were now covered in mud and water, and his purple-gold crown was askew, making him look somewhat comical.

But the arrogance in his eyes, belonging to a prestigious sect, grew wildly like weeds after he confirmed that his powerful enemy was dead.

"Han Cang of Yunlan Sect thanks you for your help, fellow Daoist."

The senior disciple pushed aside his junior brother who was supporting him, pretended to dust off his sleeves, and bowed to Mo Chengyue.

Although his movements were precise, his bloodshot eyes kept shifting between the storage bag at Mo Chengyue's waist and the ruins beneath his feet.

"May I ask your honorable name, fellow Daoist? And who your master is? My Yunlan Sect is quite well-known in the righteous path, and we will certainly repay you for what you have done today."

Han Cang's voice carried a haughty air, as if the "repayment" he was giving was some extraordinary favor.

Mo Chengyue didn't speak, but coldly looked at these people through the bronze mask.

This standard "client" tone made him feel physically disgusted.

"Why do you remain silent, fellow Daoist?"

Seeing Mo Chengyue remain silent, Han Cang frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of "encouragement" and pressure.

"To be able to travel alone in the core area of ​​this ruin, fellow Daoist, you do indeed have some skill."

"Once we emerge from this ancient ruin, I, Han, will certainly put in a good word for you before the Righteous Alliance."

"At that time, whether you want a high-grade pill or want to join a famous sect, a single word from my Yunlan Sect will be worth more than ten years of hard work."

Mo Chengyue remained standing in the same spot, holding the Biling Sword wrapped in cloth in his arms, motionless.

He is waiting.

Wait until this so-called "senior brother" reveals his true colors.

As expected, when Han Cang saw that his attempt to bribe him had failed, he abruptly changed the subject, his gaze falling on the lingering trace of Mo Chengyue's action of putting away the spiritual medicine.

"However, as someone who has been through this, I must offer a word of advice to you, fellow Daoist."

"The things in these ruins, especially that companion herb from earlier, contain extraordinary demonic energy."