How dare you even think about killing my dog

Su Ji merely raised his head.

"Roar—!"

An earth-shattering dragon's roar erupted from the tip of his spear!

A ferocious giant dragon formed of pitch-black flames roared as it soared into the sky.

With a devastating momentum, it forcefully tore a massive rift through that sea of fire!

Immediately after, Su Ji's figure dashed out from the sea of fire, completely unscathed.

The Fallen Dragon Spear in his hand traced an eerie arc in the air. The spear thrust out like a dragon, instantly shattering all the incoming blades of airflow.

"How is this possible?!"

A look of sheer disbelief finally appeared on Old Ghost Li's face.

However, Su Ji did not give them any chance to catch their breath.

His figure blurred, appearing before Old Ghost Li like a phantom.

The Fallen Dragon Spear in his hand, wrapped in an overbearing might capable of tearing through space, smashed down right at his head!

Old Ghost Li was scared out of his wits. With no time to think, he could only raise his fireless longsword horizontally across his chest to take the blow head-on.

"Clang—!"

A deafening crash rang out!

Old Ghost Li only felt an irresistible, tremendous force transmit through his weapon. His arms instantly lost all sensation, and he was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the ground hundreds of feet away and smashing a giant human-shaped crater into the earth.

Yet, before Su Ji could pursue,

the attack of the other Soul Formation cultivator had already arrived silently from behind him.

It was an extremely tricky palm strike. The edge of the palm was wrapped in a thin layer of airflow, completely silent but containing a sharpness capable of cutting through gold and jade.

As if he had eyes on the back of his head, Su Ji didn't even turn around. Gripping the Wind Chant Sword in his left hand, he launched a backhand upward slash.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound of collision echoed.

The Soul Formation cultivator's palm strike was accurately parried.

The attacker felt as if his palm had struck an unshakeable divine mountain. A rebounding force surged back, causing his vitality and blood to churn violently.

But Su Ji's offensive was not over yet.

Using the momentum from the parry, he spun his body sharply. The Fallen Dragon Spear in his right hand shot out like a venomous snake leaving its den, thrusting straight at the Soul Formation cultivator's heart!

This spear strike was fast to the extreme, ruthless to the extreme!

The Soul Formation cultivator's pupils shrank drastically. He wanted to dodge, only to find that his body had been completely locked down by an invisible aura.

Right at this critical, hair-raising moment,

in the distance, Old Ghost Li, who had been smashed into the ground, let out an unwilling roar of rage.

A longsword, even more condensed than before, flew from his hand. With an unimaginable speed, it arrived first despite being launched later, accurately crashing into the tip of Su Ji's spear!

"Boom!"

The two forces collided explosively, and violent waves of air swept out in all directions.

Su Ji's figure was forced back several steps by the impact.

And the other Soul Formation cultivator took this opportunity to put some distance between them.

Su Ji steadied himself. He looked at Old Ghost Li in the distance, who was slowly crawling out of the crater with blood spilling from his mouth and a withered aura, then glanced at his pale-faced, lingeringly fearful companion on the other side.

He could feel that the majestic power within his body was slowly fading.

The duration of Wind Ceases, Intent Lingers was almost up.

He took a deep breath, no longer holding anything back.

An even more berserk aura erupted from his body!

The black storm swirling around him began to expand rapidly, transforming in the blink of an eye into a terrifying tornado that connected heaven and earth!

Unprecedented solemnity appeared on the faces of Old Ghost Li and the other Soul Formation cultivator.

They could sense that their opponent was gathering a power sufficient to completely obliterate them.

The two exchanged a glance and hesitated no longer, unreservedly pushing all the remaining power in their bodies to the limit.

On one side were sky-burning flames; on the other, earth-rending wind blades.

The two forces intertwined and blasted toward the black tornado that connected heaven and earth.

Immediately after.

Three entirely different forces collided with a resounding boom.

The sky-burning sea of fire and the sky full of wind blades were as fragile as paper before that black tornado.

In the span of a single breath, they were swallowed and crushed to pieces!

The black tornado's momentum remained undiminished as it swept explosively toward the two pale-faced Soul Formation cultivators.

Old Ghost Li and his companion tried with all their might to summon layers of protective spiritual light, but they were still instantly overwhelmed by that violent power.

Like two small boats in a violent storm, the two were ruthlessly tossed away. They traced two miserable arcs in the air before finally crashing heavily to the ground, their fates unknown.

At the center of the storm, Su Ji's figure slowly revealed itself.

The Wind Chant Sword in his left hand pointed diagonally at the ground, while the Fallen Dragon Spear in his right hand rested on his shoulder. The terrifying black storm around him gradually subsided.

He could feel that the power brought by the Mandate Enhancement was almost depleted.

He had to end this quickly.

Su Ji did not hesitate for a moment. His figure blurred, directly appearing before the gray-robed middle-aged man known as Old Ghost Li.

At this moment, Old Ghost Li had an unknown number of broken bones. He was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his aura was withered to the extreme. Looking at Su Ji before him, his cloudy eyes held nothing but pure fear and incomprehension.

A Golden Core cultivator defying the heavens to strike down a Soul Formation expert?

And it was merely a lowly commoner from the lower realms...

Why could words be arranged like this...

Su Ji remained expressionless. He aimed the tip of the Fallen Dragon Spear in his right hand at Old Ghost Li's throat.

No nonsense.

The spear thrust out.

The spear tip was fast to the extreme.

Old Ghost Li didn't even have time to react; he could only watch helplessly as that point of cold light rapidly magnified in his pupils.

Death was close at hand.

However.

In the final split second before the spear tip could pierce Old Ghost Li's throat.

"Clang—!"

An extremely crisp sword chime rang out in Su Ji's ear without any warning.

A longsword entirely engulfed in golden flames seemed to appear out of thin air. In a way that defied all logic, it stabbed diagonally into the ground right next to Old Ghost Li with absolute precision.

The blade of the sword managed to knock the Fallen Dragon Spear off course by a fraction.

The spear tip pierced into Old Ghost Li's shoulder.

Pinning him firmly to the ground.

The spear and the sword formed a perfect cross.

This tiny fraction of a difference had become an insurmountable chasm.

Su Ji's pupils shrank.

He only felt as if his long spear had struck an unshakeable mountain.

Immediately after.

A figure landed on the hilt of that golden longsword like a falling feather.

The newcomer wore a golden robe. His posture was tall and straight, and his black hair fluttered in the wind.

He stood high above, looking down at Su Ji. Within his eyes, golden light flowed, scorching and dazzling.

Su Ji had no time to think about this. The muscles in his right arm instantly tensed to their limits, veins bulging as they let out a series of teeth-aching creaks.

He tried to push the long spear forward by just another fraction!

But that golden longsword remained entirely motionless.

"My dog."

The newcomer finally spoke. His voice was flat, yet it carried a matter-of-fact arrogance.

"Is it your place to kill him?"

The moment his words fell.

His foot, which was stepping on the sword hilt, pressed down in a seemingly casual manner.

Then, his figure drifted half a step back, and his right leg whipped out like a taut steel cord, viciously kicking the blade of the golden longsword!

Boom—!

Su Ji felt an indescribable, terrifying force surge down the shaft of his spear like a tidal wave.

The sheer impact sent him and the Fallen Dragon Spear in his hands flying backward through the air.

Twisting his body mid-air, Su Ji violently slammed the tip of the Fallen Dragon Spear into the earth, desperately trying to bleed off the momentum.

Screech—!

The spear tip tore a deep, bottomless trench through the hard ground, sending blinding sparks flying in its wake.

Su Ji was dragged backward for nearly a hundred meters. Finally, as a deafening boom erupted behind him, he yanked the Fallen Dragon Spear from the earth and came to an abrupt halt.

In his wake, the ground had completely caved in, forming a massive cone-shaped crater that kicked up a blinding cloud of dust into the sky.