Snake-like eyes stared fixedly outside the formation.
The extremely hypocritical and righteous aura that once resided deep within those eyes was completely gone, replaced by a spine-chilling, ultimate malice and fury.
He had expended countless efforts and meticulously laid out this blood refining scheme to deceive the heavens.
Seeing that the Flawless Glazed Heart, which would allow him to cast a first-grade Sacred embryo, was about to perfectly mature.
Yet, at the most critical moment of reeling in the net, someone had extremely precisely used an irresistible piece of top-grade poisoned meat to forcefully overstuff and explode this monster!
The berserk hundred-tier inner demon had completely lost its reasoning.
That massive, faceless glazed head locked deadly onto Ye Chen, whose spiritual energy was the purest within the formation.
Boom!
The colossal body, like a collapsing glazed mountain, carried a terrifying, all-crushing pressure as it smashed viciously toward Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's eyes widened to the point of splitting. He was forced to summon the archaic Compassion Sword from his back, gritting his teeth to engage in a desperate struggle with this completely invincible, rampaging great demon.
On the edge of the battlefield.
The aloof Sword Immortal Ji Shuanghua was also caught in this sudden upheaval.
The violent shockwave directly sent her flying several meters away, crashing heavily onto the sharp, shattered glazed rocks.
Pfft.
She spat out a mouthful of reversed blood. Her frost-white dharma robe was extensively torn, exposing large patches of cold, white skin that was soaked in sweat and brimming with explosive power.
She struggled immensely to prop her body up with her sword, her chest heaving rapidly.
Those cold, clear eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.
Ye Chen's formation was actually broken?
And Mo Bufan, who was hacking around wildly like a mad dog, was also shocked into a brief half-breath of clarity by the terrifying aura of the hundred-tier inner demon.
His twisted face, half covered in Supreme Sword patterns and half in crimson flesh, revealed extreme terror.
Flee... Old Ghost, flee!
The entire hinterland of the Mirror Desert had completely degenerated into an illogical, meat-grinder-like mad Asura field.
And at the source of all this chaos.
In the shadow of that massive sand dune hundreds of meters away.
Gu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his deep black eyes coldly watching Ye Chen's extremely miserable, beleaguered state as if enjoying a play.
On his face, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, that icy curve deepened.
Lan Caidie was like a boneless water snake.
Even with her dantian sealed, she still acutely sensed the despair-inducing, terrifying killing intent ahead.
Her coquettish face was as pale as paper, yet flushed with a sickly redness due to the interweaving of extreme fear and a strange sense of security.
M-Master... that monster...
Before she could finish her words, she was forcefully choked back by an extremely terrifying surge of pure physical vitality that erupted suddenly from Gu Yang's body.
Gu Yang moved.
In this most chaotic, extremely vulnerable instant where everyone was too busy fending for themselves.
His eyes of the grim reaper, reflecting no human emotion, extremely precisely pierced through the sky full of blood mist and seven-colored glazed halos.
They locked deadly onto the hundred-tier inner demon's extremely berserk, massive body covered in hard glazed scales.
Three inches below the left rib.
An extremely pure, seven-colored flowing light, beating like a heart, was flickering faintly along with its frenzied attacks.
The Flawless Glazed Heart.
Gu Yang's coarse cloth boots extremely brutally stomped and shattered the glazed shadow beneath his feet.
Bang!!!
Without any spiritual energy fluctuation.
The ultimate explosive power of the Desolate Supreme Yang Body caused his frame to instantly tear through the air.
Like a grim reaper's spear burning with dark golden karmic fire, he charged extremely coldly and directly toward the most fatal reverse scale of that hundred-tier great demon!
The berserk hundred-tier great demon had gone completely out of control, and the entire hinterland of the Mirror Shadowless Desert was like an overturned, raging sea.
The seven-colored glazed halos mixed with the thick, nauseating stench of blood, illuminating the world like an Asura purgatory.
Boom!!!
A seven-colored glazed tentacle, as thick as a mountain, extremely savagely smashed through the void.
The terrifying sonic boom shockwave, like materialized steel blades, swept madly in all directions.
On the edge of the battlefield.
The aloof Sword Immortal Ji Shuanghua was extremely arduously swinging a frost-white natal sword qi, attempting to sever the claws of a Foundation Establishment pinnacle inner demon.
But that terrifying shockwave belonging to the hundred-tier great demon unreasonably bombarded her protective astral qi.
Bang!
The astral qi shattered like paper.
Ji Shuanghua threw her head back and sprayed a large mouthful of scalding blood. That forever cold, aloof, and stunningly beautiful face instantly turned as pale as paper.
Like a white swan with broken wings, she was viciously sent flying by this violent shockwave.
On the absolutely smooth glazed mirror surface, she uncontrollably skidded, leaving a poignant, bloody trail dozens of meters long.
Large patches of cold, jade-white skin were cut into a bloody mess by the rough, shattered glazed shards.
Eventually.
Her battered, yet highly explosive delicate body crashed extremely miserably onto the edge of a massive sand dune's shadow.
Less than half a meter away from Gu Yang's lurking coordinates.
Cough...
Ji Shuanghua curled her long, straight legs in agony. That frost-white dharma robe was already torn to shreds.
The fabric, completely soaked in sweat and blood, extremely tightly clung to her breathtaking curves.
She painfully dug her trembling fingers into the glazed mirror surface, trying to stand up again.
On that fragile, yet perfectly straight cold, white nape, several veins bulged in extreme endurance.
She was a proud daughter of heaven, the aloof Sword Immortal of the Supreme Sword Sect.
Even if she had to die, she would die standing.
However.
In the extremely vulnerable instant when she was about to force herself halfway up on her knees.
In the shadows.
Gu Yang moved.
His black eyes, like deep, dry wells, reflected the beating Flawless Glazed Heart deep underground.
There was no emotion, only absolute rationality and cold calculation.
The ultimate explosive power of the Desolate Supreme Yang Body required an absolutely solid fulcrum.
The cracked glazed mirror surface beneath his feet could not withstand his violent recoil, which was like that of a primeval fierce beast.
But a top-tier sword cultivator with excellent bone structure, who had tempered her physical body to the extreme, was barely sufficient.
Gu Yang did not draw his sword, nor did he use a single trace of spiritual energy.
He simply took a step forward.
That large foot wearing a coarse gray cloth boot, extremely precisely and extremely brutally.
Stomped viciously down on Ji Shuanghua's fragile, cold, white lower back that had just straightened up and was slender enough to be grasped in one hand!
Crack!
A scalp-numbing, crisp sound of bone fracturing exploded on the edge of the chaotic battlefield.
Urgh ah!
From Ji Shuanghua's throat came an extremely mournful, completely unsuppressible scream of agony.
Gu Yang's stomp held no tenderness for the fairer sex, stripped of all emotion.
Like an ancient demon god devoid of compassion, he extremely brutally crushed an ant blocking his path.
The rough sole of the cloth boot sank deeply into her fragile, cold, white spine.
The terrifying physical tonnage directly and extremely savagely trampled her proud, delicate body right back onto the cold, hard glazed mirror surface!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
