Primordial Era: The Holy Maiden Shiji, a woman of exceptional talent and beauty

This old man in black robes is a half-step Nirvana level expert. Although he has only recently advanced, he is comparable to some top experts.

But in front of Shi Ji, he couldn't even withstand a slap.

"Shi Ji, release him," the hazy figure said coldly. It was an aged face, its features obscured. The owner of this face was none other than the sect leader of Beiming Continent in Ziwei Continent. At this moment, the Beiming Sect Leader was clad in blood-red armor, exuding an aura of sinister malevolence.

"Sect Master Beiming, this man wants to kill me. Do you think I can let him go?" Shi Ji looked at the hazy figure and spoke in a cold tone.

"He is a disciple of my Ziwei Continent." The leader of the Beiming Sect put his hands behind his back and looked at Shiji. "My Ziwei Continent and Beiming Continent are about to form a marriage alliance. I advise you to stop now. Otherwise, I guarantee that the entire Great Shang Dynasty will be destroyed because of your actions."

"Is that so, Sect Master of Beiming?" Shi Ji, also with her hands behind her back, looked at the other person and said, "According to you, it's alright for me to kill him?"

"That's right, he's a disciple of Ziwei Continent. Anyone who dares to kill him is making an enemy of the entire Ziwei Continent. Shiji, you should think carefully about the consequences." The North Underworld Sect Master stared coldly at Shiji.

"Sect Master Beiming, have you finished speaking?" Shi Ji stared intently at the other party.

The leader of the Northern Underworld Sect gave Shi Ji a sharp look: "Are you really so stubborn?"

"Stubborn to the end?" Shi Ji laughed wildly, "Sect Leader of Beiming, do you really not understand? If you withdraw from this struggle now, we will go our separate ways. If you continue to pester me, then don't blame me."

"Boy, what are you? You're just a half-step Nirvana Realm cultivator, yet you dare to threaten me?" The Northern Underworld Sect Master's gaze grew increasingly sharp, like two blades tearing through the sky.

Before he finished speaking, his large hand suddenly stretched out, covering the sky and the sun, carrying a terrifying aura of destruction, and slammed down on Shi Ji.

Shi Ji's figure stood motionless in the void, as stable as a pillar stabilizing the sea. He slowly extended his five fingers, which were crystal clear, like white jade.

The five fingers are like pillars supporting the sky.

The enormous five fingers collided with the palm of the Northern Underworld Sect Master. Upon impact, the Sect Master groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He involuntarily staggered back several steps, nearly falling from the void.

"What a powerful physical body." The Northern Underworld Sect Master stared at Shi Ji, his expression changing slightly. "How is this possible? How can you possess such terrifying defense?"

"What do you think?" Shi Ji looked at the Northern Underworld Sect Master and sneered.

"Very well." The Northern Underworld Sect Master's gaze was icy. "Boy, since you're determined to die, then I'll grant your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Northern Underworld Sect Master unleashed a world-destroying aura. He held a golden spear and soared into the air, carrying a terrifying aura as he thrust it straight at Shi Ji's chest.

Shi Ji looked at the spear thrusting towards her and let out a cold shout, then threw a punch directly at the target.

The punch landed on the golden spear like a mountain. The spear was shattered to pieces by Shi Ji's punch. Then, Shi Ji appeared beside the Northern Underworld Sect Master and kicked him in the chest.

The leader of the Northern Underworld Sect, wielding a golden spear, charged forward. The two collided violently, producing a deafening, piercing sound.

The leader of the Northern Underworld Sect staggered back several steps, feeling the web between his thumb and forefinger, where he was gripping the spear, split open and a trickle of blood flowed down.

The leader of the Northern Underworld Sect stared in horror at Shi Ji's figure. He had originally thought that with this spear, he could easily defeat Shi Ji...

But to his surprise, Shi Ji's power surpassed his.

"Sect Master of Beiming, you have already lost, why bother making a futile struggle?" Shi Ji said with her hands behind her back, looking at Sect Master of Beiming with a smile.

"Hmph, good lad, you've got guts. I'll spare your life this time." The Northern Underworld Sect Master sneered at Shi Ji, then his figure suddenly vanished.

Upon seeing this, Shi Ji frowned, secretly wary of this person's escape skills. No wonder he could roam freely across the Northern Desert Continent.

"Sect Master of Beiming, if you leave, this person is doomed. If you stay and die with him, you might have a chance to live." Shi Ji said with her hands behind her back, looking into the void.

The furious voice of the Northern Underworld Sect Master echoed from the distant void. His figure reappeared: "Shi Ji, you're courting death! I'll make you taste a fate worse than death!"

A strange current of air swept through, causing the void to tremble. Immediately afterwards, a blood-red bow appeared in the void. Eerie blood flowed along the blood-red bow, and a terrifying aura emanated from the blood-red arrows.

"Nine Netherworld Demon Bow?" Shi Ji's expression changed drastically upon seeing this magical artifact.

This is an extremely rare ancient artifact, a magical treasure forged by gods in the primordial era, possessing unparalleled power. Once fired, it is enough to pierce through any quasi-god, and even a half-step quasi-god would perish.

“That’s right, it is the Nine Nether Demon Bow. Do you know what this means?” The Northern Underworld Sect Master’s face was contorted with rage.

"Could this represent the blood debts of your Beiming family?" Shi Ji sneered.

"I'll deal with you first today!" The Northern Underworld Sect Master's face was ashen as he stepped through the air, holding a blood-red longbow in his hand.

Blood dripped from the crimson longbow into the void, forming blood clouds. These blood clouds enveloped an area of ​​three thousand feet in radius.

A crimson arrow shot out across the sky, slicing through the heavens. Wherever the arrow passed, space and time distorted, and it hurtled toward Shi Ji's throat with overwhelming force.

"As expected of the Beiming family." Shi Ji stood proudly, gazing at the arrow, a burning light appearing deep in her eyes.

Shi Ji did not dodge, remaining motionless. A massive hand swept across the sky, its surface as black as ink, radiating a vast power. The hand directly seized the arrow.

The power from the arrows flowed continuously into Shi Ji's body, and then collapsed into the void.

The Northern Underworld Sect Master's face grew even more gloomy.

The moment the Northern Underworld Sect Master's cold laugh appeared, Shi Ji laughed loudly. His figure rushed into the void, transforming into a giant a thousand meters tall, just like a top-tier martial arts expert at the peak.

His body surged with energy, his aura growing increasingly terrifying. His power surged, reaching the level of a half-step quasi-god in the blink of an eye. He swung his arm violently, unleashing a vast power that slammed into the Northern Underworld Sect Master.

A violent explosion rang out, and the Northern Underworld Sect Master's body was sent flying backward as if he had been severely injured, crashing heavily into the void a hundred miles away. The Northern Underworld Sect Master coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face showing disbelief.

"I'll remember you." The figure of the Northern Underworld Sect Master transformed into a cloud of black mist and vanished.

Shi Ji's figure descended into the void, his face deathly pale, and a trickle of scarlet blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Nanming Bubai and Huangfu Nanxing rushed over to support Shiji. Their expressions changed repeatedly as they looked at her.

"I'm fine," Shi Ji said, shaking her head.

"Brother Lin, are you really alright? That old man Beiming is probably stronger than you," Nanming Bubai said worriedly. "His weapon is a powerful quasi-divine artifact. Although you possess the power of a half-step quasi-divine realm, it's a pity that your cultivation time is still too short." "That's right, it's all thanks to your quick reaction this time, otherwise it would have been really dangerous," Huangfu Nanxing said. "I suspect that this fellow is hiding his cultivation level."

“I understand,” Shi Ji said quietly. The moves of the Beiming Sect Master flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized that the Beiming Sect Master’s moves and his own moves were similar in principle.

Just as the two were talking, the entire world suddenly trembled. A terrifying aura surged from the distant void, and the void currents surged, as if a gale had been stirred up.

The sky shattered, and the void collapsed in all directions. A majestic figure emerged from the void.

It was a tall man with long, flowing hair. He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp as knives, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance. This man was none other than the patriarch of the Beiming family—Beiming Diyuan.

At this moment, Bei Ming Di Yuan exuded a terrifying aura, much stronger than before. He stood in the void with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp and incomparably piercing.

Nanming Bubai and Huangfu Nanxing were visibly shocked.

Almost simultaneously, the remaining Great Saints of the Beiming Clan stepped forward and respectfully knelt in the void to kowtow and pay their respects.

Shi Ji stood with her hands behind her back, looking calmly at Bei Ming Di Yuan and said, "You old fellow, you've finally decided to show yourself?"

Bei Ming Di Yuan stared coldly at Shi Ji: "It's best not to set foot in places you shouldn't, or you'll only face death!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure stepped directly from the void, releasing a terrifying pressure that was at least three times stronger than before.

"You old dog, you managed to escape last time. Do you think I wouldn't dare to attack your Beiming Mountain again?" Shi Ji said calmly, her hands behind her back, looking at Beiming Diyuan.

Upon hearing this, Bei Ming Di Yuan pointed at Shi Ji and said coldly, "Since you're here, don't even think about leaving. The foundation of my Bei Ming family is far beyond your imagination. Even your father was once trapped here!"

Upon hearing these words, Shi Ji's expression shifted slightly. He could sense that there must be other quasi-gods, or even beings surpassing quasi-gods, hidden within the Beiming family—because he had detected astonishing fluctuations of primordial energy in the ancestral burial area of ​​the Beiming family.

Seeing Shi Ji's reaction, Bei Ming Di Yuan sneered repeatedly: "You are indeed not simple, being able to raise your realm to the half-step quasi-god level in such a short time."

"However, even a half-step quasi-god is destined to perish here today." Bei Ming Di Yuan's icy voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, "We must settle this once and for all. You killed my clan's grandson and destroyed my sect; I will never let you go!"

As he spoke, a terrifying killing power surged from Bei Ming Di Yuan's body. With a wave of his sleeve, several divine spears shot out into the air.

Each divine spear exuded an evil, bloody aura, as if it had been corroded over thousands of years, carrying a strong smell of decay—that was corpse poison.

As Shi Ji watched Bei Ming Di Yuan attack, she immediately snorted coldly, her clothes fluttering in the wind. She stretched out her large hand and directly grasped a golden spear.

The two golden spears collided with a deafening roar, like two comets colliding, sparks flying everywhere, and terrifying power swept across all directions.

The instant Shi Ji grasped the golden spear, a rumbling thunderclap echoed through the void. Immediately following, a blood-red divine spear shattered the void, possessing terrifying penetrating power.

Shi Ji roared and threw a punch, smashing it with devastating force towards the blood-red spear.

The crimson spear shattered instantly in the void.

Just as the crimson spear collapsed, a mournful tiger's roar suddenly echoed from the other side of the void. The sound was like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, shaking the heavens.

A crimson sword light, carrying a power that seemed to tear through space and time, slashed down. This sword strike contained a sharp sword aura and was incredibly fast.

"What a fast sword!"

Nanming Bubai, Huangfu Nanxing, and the others all changed color. They did not expect the battle to unfold so quickly, and the two of them did not even have time to exchange a single word.

Just as this deadly attack was about to strike Shi Ji, she suddenly retreated, avoiding the fatal blow.

However, that was just a fleeting image of Shi Ji—his true form had already arrived at the forefront of this sword strike.

The moment his figure appeared before the sword light, an even sharper roar echoed from the void, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of the netherworld.

Blood-red ropes coiled around Shi Ji's body. These ropes were incredibly strange, containing a powerful devouring force; they were a top-grade spiritual treasure.

A chaotic power surged from Shi Ji's palm, evolving into a chaotic divine blade. With a flash, he slashed at the blood-red ropes, the strike carrying immense force.

The crimson rope snapped instantly, but even more ropes swept in from the distant void, attempting to entangle Shi Ji's body. However, they were all severed by Shi Ji's single strike.

Shi Ji's figure flashed across the sky like a ghost, arriving in front of Bei Ming Han Shui in the blink of an eye. She grabbed him by the neck and threw him to Huangfu Nan Xing.

"Thank you for your rescue, senior." Bei Ming Han Shui hurriedly clasped his hands in a salute, and then came to Bei Ming Di Yuan.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Beiming Yuan showed a look of satisfaction on his face—the Beiming Cold Water had indeed lived up to the illustrious name of his ancestors.

"No need to be polite. My mission is simply to stop him," Bei Ming Di Yuan said calmly, his gaze fixed on Shi Ji.

"I, Bei Ming Di Yuan, have never bowed my head and begged for mercy in my entire life. Today, even if I have to fight with all my might, I will kill you." Bei Ming Di Yuan stared at Shi Ji with a chilling gaze.

"Bei Ming Di Yuan, you are truly pathetic." Upon hearing this, Shi Ji laughed wildly, "You think you can do anything to me with these people?"

"Indeed, you are too arrogant! Bei Ming Di Yuan, if you do not kill him today, how can we be satisfied?" Just then, a hearty laugh resounded through the void. Another enormous divine ship appeared out of nowhere.

This divine ship was three thousand feet in size and was a divine weapon. Its hull was entirely black, exuding an ancient and somber aura.

The ship was engraved with mysterious runes, which seemed to be alive, frantically spewing out vast and boundless demonic light.

Thousands of figures stood aboard the Shenzhou spacecraft. Leading them was a man dressed in black robes, with a burly build, a thick beard, a rugged face, and sharp, piercing eyes.

He held a blood-red divine bow, and his body erupted with an incomparably terrifying aura—an aura comparable to that of a peak expert at the ninth level of Nirvana.

"The Blood Wolf Island Lord, the Blood Wolf King, has actually reached the eighth level of Nirvana." Huangfu Nanxing frowned and looked solemn as he watched this scene.

"I wonder what level of cultivation the Blood Wolf Island Master possesses," Nanming Bubai mused. "Perhaps he's hiding his true strength."

"What's the point of hiding our strength? With the few of us joining forces, we fear no one!" A crimson net emerged behind Nanming Bubai—the Blood Sea Divine Net. (End of Chapter)