All these lights were autonomously protective talismans and low-grade Magical Treasures. As the Saint Heir of Blood Demon Cave, his strength was debatable, but he was never lacking in treasures.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
These barriers of light shattered one after another, so corroded by black fog, so destroyed by the eerie Wedding Dress, and others lted like candles.
This strange and powerful curse power left Chang Shiyang with disbelief on his face, his heart racing as he felt the terror of death.
This female ghost really wanted to kill her here, and he couldn't fight back.
"Stop it, do not harm our Sect Saint Heir."
A booming shout ca, and a silhouette descended from the sky like a roc, its arms extending with a rich scent of blood emanating from rainbows, resembling two massive blood-colored blades.
His aura was undisguised. He was indeed a top powerhouse of the Secret Realm Fifth Level with a fully cultivated visceral system.
"I am Di Xiu, an Elder of the Blood Demon Cave. Who dares to attack our Sect Saint Heir? Are you declaring war on our Blood Demon Cave?"
Di Xiu roared, swinging his arms horizontally, and the rolling Blood Evil Blade Light split the street in two, shocking the spectators imnsely.
"Any tom, dick, or harry here is yelling now, get down here."
With a cold snort, the roof of the carriage broke open, countless pale corpse hands piled up, forming a terrifying giant hand a hundred ters long, grabbing both the blood light blades and Di Xiu in the palm of its hand.
"What!"
Di Xiu's face paled with shock, his strong spiritual power tried to free himself, and every pore in his body erupted with blood-colored blade energy, trying to break free from the pale giant hand.
However, no matter how he struggled, the giant hand made of countless corpse hands was being replenished as quickly as he could cut them. More corpse hands covered him again, forming a relentless cycle.
Bang!
Like squashing a little bug, Di Xiu's lower body exploded, his legs turned into mush, and with a final effort, his upper body broke free and flew away.
The pale giant hand simply waved, smacking the just-escaped Di Xiu like swatting a fly, flinging him hundreds of ters away, smashing several buildings in the process.
"Uncle Di!"
Chang Shiyang was dazed, watching a family elder being slapped away like a fly, feeling sothing shatter inside him.
Then, under the gaze of Chang Shiyang and the crowd, a young man clad in black robes slowly stepped down from the carriage.
He had sharp, distinct features, eyes bright and piercing, one hand held behind his back, exuding a domineering air that instilled a spontaneous fear in anyone who t his gaze.
At the sa ti, everyone had an epiphany; this person must be the rumored top talent of Chongzhou from the Demon Sect, known as the Immortal Seed. Apparently, the rumors were true.
"Is it you who wants to witness my thods?"
Su Jie walked slowly, the crowd parting way for him in fear.
Chang Shiyang clenched his teeth, just about to speak, when he suddenly felt a burning pain on his face, and his vision spun wildly.
Su Jie, appearing suddenly in front of Chang Shiyang, slapped him to the ground, his face swelling up with a visible handprint, most of his teeth knocked out by the force of the slap.
"You call yourself qualified to asure my tolerance, utterly foolish."
Su Jie stepped on Chang Shiyang's chest, his gaze cold as if looking at an ant, which filled Chang Shiyang with imnse humiliation and anguish.
Being slapped and then stepped on, he had never been so humiliated his whole life!
"You... do you know who I am? Get your foot off ."
Chang Shiyang's face turned bright red, his spiritual power erupting in vain as Su Jie's foot pressed down like a mountain, immovable no matter how hard he tried. In that suppression was also a weirdly cold force that stifled his spiritual power, preventing him from casting any spells or techniques, a power belonging to Han Ruyan.
"Whoever you are won't change the fact that you're worthless. Wanting to asure soone's strength, you don't even look at what you're worth."
Su Jie exerted force under his foot, breaking Chang Shiyang's ribs and driving them into his organs. If it wasn't for the Life Force of the Secret Realm, an ordinary person would already be deed dead.
Ah ah ah!
Chang Shiyang's pained screams were gut-wrenching, he spat blood and struggled to breathe, only then truly realizing the vast difference between him and Su Jie was like that between a firefly and the bright moon.
In Chongzhou, he was a distinguished young figure, but before Su Jie, he beca like dust underfoot, a recognition that only made the typically proud Chang Shiyang even harder to accept.
"This is what happens when you offend our Ghost Ridge Palace. Does anyone else want to try?"
Su Jie's gaze swept slowly across the audience, imdiately silencing the crowd, pin-drop quiet ensued.
Witnessing Su Jie's domineering behavior and fearso strength, they dared not make a peep. In the Demon Path, might is right, and Su Jie, being powerful, naturally intimidated everyone.
Except for the foolish Chang Shiyang, who was indeed fortunate to demonstrate that the rumors about Su Jie were indeed not false. Su Jie truly lived up to his na as Chongzhou's top talent.
Su Jie slowly withdrew his gaze. When venturing out, Su Jie represented the face of Ghost Ridge Palace, a directive given by the Sect Master Zhang Junwei before he left the sect.
Especially in Nanyang City, a stronghold of the Heavenly Soul Sect where Demon Sect mbers frequently haunted, those Demon Sect mbers were all wild and ruthless. Su Jie had to demonstrate his power, for concealing his abilities would not earn respect but contempt from others, which would only lead to more trouble.
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