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

Along with Shiji's roar, a huge flaming palm swept out from his palm, with an extremely hot temperature, and completely enveloped Beiming Haoran's soul.

"Ah——" A shrill scream suddenly resounded through the sky.

Bei Ming Haoran was under Shi Ji's palm, enduring the burning of the Burning Hand. His soul seemed to be turned into ashes and completely burned.

After Bei Ming Haoran's soul flew away, the illusion was broken. Nan Gongshui outside was relieved to see that Shi Ji was safe and sound.

However, when he saw Bei Ming Haoran's body, he was stunned. He stammered, "Chu...Brother Chu, did you kill Bei Ming Haoran?"

Hearing this, Shiji glanced at Nangong Shui indifferently and said coldly: "He deserves to die."

Nangong Shui was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Beiming Haoran is the patriarch of the Beiming family, and his father is a real mortal immortal."

"Red Dust Immortal? Humph, the old guy who came with Bei Ming Haoran just now has been killed by me. However, that should be just the clone of Red Dust Immortal." Shi Ji touched his chin and said indifferently.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky suddenly became turbulent, and then a mountain appeared out of nowhere, suspended in the air.

On the top of the mountain stood a middle-aged man, staring at Shiji with a gloomy look, with endless murderous intent flashing in the corners of his eyes.

“Boy, you dare to kill my child, you must pay the price for this!” The one who spoke was the supreme elder of the Bei Ming family, a powerful man who had cultivated to the level of a mortal immortal—Bei Mingtian.

At this moment, Bei Mingtian's face was extremely ferocious as he stared at Shiji, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Haha, a piece of trash who just entered the mortal world dares to be arrogant in front of me?" Shi Ji raised her head slightly, looking at Bei Mingtian with disdain, as if she looked down on everything.

Hearing this, a hint of anger flashed across Bei Mingtian's face, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out, causing the entire space to slightly distort.

A terrifying feeling of oppression suddenly descended upon Shiji, making him feel unprecedented pressure.

"What did you say?" Bei Mingtian asked angrily and fiercely, "You said I'm trash?"

"Your Beiming family is just a family not worth mentioning. I kill your son and then kill you, so what?" Shi Ji was also furious. She stared at Beimingtian with murderous eyes and uttered these words slowly, word by word.

Nangong Shui was sweating profusely, and he muttered to himself: Shiji is really daring! He pulled Shiji's clothes and whispered: "Brother Chu, the Red Dust Immortal is not an existence comparable to the Great Emperor. Our Immortal Sect has not produced a powerful Red Dust Immortal for hundreds of thousands of years, so don't fight him head-on."

After hearing Nangong Shui's words, Shiji's eyes gradually calmed down. In Nangong Shui's opinion, Shiji was indeed a little too arrogant. He felt that if he really encountered a strong man from the Red Dust Immortal, no matter how powerful Shiji was, he would probably find it difficult to resist.

However, Shiji was not completely unsure. After all, Bei Ming Haoran was already dead, and as long as Bei Mingtian was killed, the remaining people in the Bei Ming family would not be qualified to pursue anything.

"In that case, I'll deal with you first." After the words fell, Shiji took a step forward and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Boy, die!" Seeing that Shiji actually wanted to escape, Bei Mingtian was furious. He rushed out and slapped Shiji hard with his palm.

Bei Mingtian's palm carried an extremely terrifying power. Once it hit Shiji, even if Shiji was lucky enough to survive, his body would be severely damaged, or even seriously injured and dying.

"Burning Flame Hand!" Just as Bei Mingtian slapped out his palm quickly, Shi Ji's voice suddenly appeared behind Bei Mingtian. In his right hand, a ball of extremely hot fire suddenly whistled out, with a terrifying temperature, and hit Bei Mingtian's back fiercely.

However, Bei Mingtian was one of the top masters in the Bi Tian World after all, and he had comprehended the powerful law power of the Red Dust Immortal to the peak. At the moment when the fireball attacked, he smashed the fireball into pieces.

"Good boy, I underestimated you. I didn't expect that you could force me to use this move. But don't even think about escaping my pursuit, just surrender!" Bei Mingtian roared, stomped his feet suddenly in the void, and his figure rushed out quickly like an arrow from a bow.

Seeing Bei Mingtian rushing towards him, Shiji frowned slightly, stomped his feet on the ground, and retreated violently.

"Boy, today, I will let you experience the terrifying power of the Red Dust Immortal!" Bei Mingtian's eyes burst into terrifying murderous intent, and he vowed to kill Shi Ji here.

In front of the Red Dust Immortal, the strength of any cultivator seemed insignificant. Moreover, Bei Mingtian believed that his strength was far superior to that of an ordinary Red Dust Immortal, so he was absolutely confident in killing Shi Ji.

"Hmph." Hearing Bei Mingtian's arrogant words, Shi Ji curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, stomped his feet on the ground, and rushed out again.

"Boy, prepare to die!" Bei Mingtian's eyes became increasingly gloomy, and his pair of fists, carrying raging flames, smashed fiercely at Shiji.

Seeing this, Nangong Shui and other disciples of the Immortal Sect all looked extremely ugly. Nangong Shui, the Sect Master, knew that if Shiji died, their Immortal Sect would not be able to withstand the wrath of a Red Dust Immortal.

However... just as Nangong Shui and others were about to rush over to help, they suddenly discovered a purple sword light cutting through the sky and heading straight for Bei Mingtian.

Bei Mingtian's pupils shrank slightly and he quickly stopped attacking.

Bang! The two figures collided fiercely, and a violent wave spread out.

"How is it possible?" Bei Mingtian couldn't help but exclaimed when he felt the shock coming from his body. He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary boy in front of him had such unfathomable strength. This was simply unbelievable to him.

"What? Bei Mingtian, do you know how powerful I am now?" After Shi Ji defeated Bei Mingtian with one punch, he couldn't help but grin, his face full of confidence. A trace of fear flashed in Bei Mingtian's eyes. He was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Boy, I have to admit that your strength is unmatched among the great emperors."

He thought to himself: I don't have only one son. At worst, I can choose another one from among my dozen sons to take charge of the family.

After saying that, Bei Mingtian turned around and was about to fly away.

"Don't leave in such a hurry. We haven't fought to our heart's content yet." Shiji smiled and stood in front of Bei Mingtian again.

Seeing Shiji blocking the way, Bei Mingtian's face became extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, don't push your luck!"

Shiji shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Why? Do you want to regret it?"

Bei Mingtian's face showed a trace of embarrassment, he really wanted to regret it. However, seeing Shiji's provocative expression, he was furious and wanted to grind Shiji to ashes.

"My words are always counted! Just tell me what you want." Bei Mingtian said in a cold voice. He wanted to see what this arrogant boy wanted.

Hearing those words, Shiji couldn't help but curl up a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth. He snorted contemptuously and slowly said, "It's very simple. If you are willing to kneel down and kowtow three times, and then respectfully call me grandpa three times, perhaps, if I am in a good mood, I can spare your life."

When Bei Mingtian heard this, a cold murderous intent instantly appeared on his face, like the biting cold wind in the cold winter, extremely chilling.

Shiji's action undoubtedly completely angered him. As a mortal immortal, how could Bei Mingtian have ever been humiliated like this? In the past, he never took Shiji seriously, but at this moment, Shiji dared to make him kneel down and kowtow in front of him. This was simply a great insult to him, like a loud slap in the face in public.

You know, in this world of Bi Tian, ​​if the Emperor Immortal does not come out, the Red Dust Immortal is the top existence, with the supreme status. As one of the Red Dust Immortals, how could he, Bei Mingtian, tolerate himself to suffer such a great humiliation?
"Haha, how dare you challenge the dignity of the Red Dust Immortal like this? You really don't know how to live or die. I have already given you a chance before, but you didn't know how to cherish it." Bei Mingtian laughed in anger, his voice full of cold murderous intent.

After saying this, Bei Mingtian's aura began to change dramatically. The originally restrained aura was like a ignited flame, burning fiercely. Waves of terrifying murderous intent spread from his body, covering the entire space, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.

"The Way of Killing, start!"

Bei Mingtian roared, and his figure was like a meteor streaking across the sky, suddenly shooting towards Shiji, at a speed so fast that it was astonishing.

"Hmph, you really don't know what you're capable of." Shi Ji sneered, stomped his foot on the ground, and rushed out violently, colliding with Bei Mingtian in the air, starting a fierce contest.

The two figures kept interlacing and flashing in the air, each performing their own skills. For a moment, the light was radiant and the energy was surging. However, in this contest, Bei Mingtian had an absolute advantage. His attack was as fierce as a storm, causing Shi Ji to retreat step by step and be in danger.

Nangong Shui, the leader of the Immortal Sect, led the disciples of the Immortal Sect to watch the battle, their hearts in their throats. They stared at the sky nervously, their eyes full of anxiety and expectation, hoping that Shiji could turn danger into safety and win.

However, the next scene shocked them. Shiji, who was originally at a disadvantage, suddenly launched a fierce counterattack. For a moment, he seemed to have become a different person. His offensive was extremely fierce and he actually gained the upper hand.

"How is this possible?" Nangong Shui's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, he couldn't believe his eyes. He knew that although Shiji's cultivation was not weak, there should still be a certain gap compared to Hongchen Xian Beimingtian. The fighting power between the two should be evenly matched, and it was hard to predict who would win or lose. However, at this moment, Shiji suddenly burst out with such a powerful fighting power, which was really incredible.

Under the surprised gaze of Nangong Shui and other Xianzong disciples, Bei Mingtian's figure kept flashing out, using both fists and feet to launch a more fierce attack on Shiji. His attack was as fierce as a storm, making Shiji look extremely embarrassed in a short period of time, retreating repeatedly, and in danger.

However, just when everyone thought that Shiji would definitely lose, a dazzling sword light suddenly burst out, like a meteor, and went straight to Bei Mingtian's throat. This sword was both cruel and poisonous, and the speed was so fast that it was shocking.

Bei Mingtian's eyelids could not help but twitch. He knew very well that the power of this sword should not be underestimated, so he did not dare to be careless. His body suddenly trembled, and then a thin layer of armor rose up on the surface of his body, emitting a dazzling light.

"clang!"

A crisp collision sound was heard, and Bei Mingtian's body was directly knocked away by Shi Ji's sword light, spitting blood, and fell hundreds of feet away. This scene shocked everyone present.

"It's so powerful! That sword just now actually took on all of Bei Mingtian's attacks!" Everyone exclaimed with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

They never expected that Shiji was so strong that she could injure Beimingtian with one move. You know, Beimingtian is a Red Dust Immortal, with supreme status and strength. However, at this moment, he suffered a great loss at the hands of Shiji, which was really unbelievable.

However, in the moment when everyone was stunned, Shiji did not stop, but attacked again. He took a step and instantly crossed a distance of more than ten feet, holding the Heavenly Demon Sword in his hand, and slashed out a sharp sword light again.

Looking at the whistling sword light, Bei Mingtian's face suddenly darkened. This time, he did not choose to dodge, but raised his right hand and slapped it hard. A terrifying spiritual power surged out from his hand, and then in full view of everyone, he slapped the sword light hard.

The two powerful forces collided in the air, making a deafening sound. Then, a crackling sound was heard, and the sword light instantly shattered into stars and disappeared into the air.

"How is this possible?" Nangong Shui and the others looked at this scene in shock, and they couldn't believe their eyes. They knew that Shi Ji was very powerful, but they didn't expect that he could resolve Bei Mingtian's attack so easily.

"How much strength does this kid have hidden?" Nangong Shui frowned, his heart full of doubts and puzzlement. He knew that Shiji was not an ordinary person, but he didn't expect that he was so hidden.

"Who are you?" Bei Mingtian's face was full of solemnity. He knew very well that he had met a real opponent this time.

"You are not qualified to know." Shiji's indifferent voice came slowly, her tone full of disdain and ridicule. (End of this chapter)