Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 355 It's a pity it's so big
Xuanlin trembled violently, his knees leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the bluestone ground. His gills opened and closed uncontrollably, spewing out blood foam with a fishy smell.

"Xuan Lin, the Sea-Suppressing Envoy of Penglai Pavilion?"

Xu Yunfan stepped forward slowly, and with each step, unrefined alien true energy overflowed from his pores.

Just as a wisp of crimson energy from the Dragon Tiger Sect burst out of his robe through the opening and closing of the dragon scale armor, he grabbed it with his backhand and pressed it back into his body as if he were holding a living creature.

Xuan Lin watched in horror as the forcibly absorbed true energy transformed into swimming light snakes beneath Xu Yunfan's skin, only to be completely digested in an instant.

Xu Yunfan's gaze was sharp as he looked at Xuan Lin, who was kneeling on the ground, with great interest.

The merman's body, which was over ten feet tall, was trembling slightly, and its battle body, which was inlaid with deep-sea black iron scales, made a soft "crackling" sound.

It was the sound of his scales colliding with each other due to his fear.

"I never imagined that Penglai Pavilion would harbor demons and monsters..."

Xu Yunfan's fingertips were entwined with a wisp of unrefined alien true energy, and his tone was somewhat playful, "What's inside you, true energy or demonic energy?"

Xuanlin's gills opened and closed violently, and a gurgling sound came from its throat: "Replying to my lord, it's demonic energy, pure deep-sea demonic energy!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "demonic aura," his scaled hands digging into the bluestone ground.

Just moments before, the scene of the beautiful woman in charge of Penglai Pavilion being drained dry by the Ten Extreme True Qi was still flashing before my eyes.

The once voluptuous body withered and shrank at a visible rate, eventually turning into a skeleton draped in fine clothes.

What's even more terrifying is that Xu Yunfan displayed this evil technique with an air of nonchalance, as if he were strolling leisurely.

Heaven have mercy, the Ten Extremes Martial Arts in Dugu Jiu's hands are not so ferocious.

According to the sect's records, back then, Heavenly Sword Dugu Jiu evolved the "Ten Extreme Heavenly Sword" with the Ten Extreme Martial Arts. When the sword was drawn, it was like a galaxy hanging upside down, with a cold light splitting the sky.

Wherever that three-foot-long green blade went, the experts from the six major sects all bowed their heads. The Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion had his natal sword severed by a single sword strike. The Sect Master of the Nine Luminaries Sect was shredded by the sword light before he could even use the Great Sun Glazed Glass. The Dragon and Tiger Dharma Image of the Xuanzhen Sect collapsed like paper under the sword's force.

Dugu Jiu's swordsmanship has reached the realm of "all qi returning to the edge". Before the enemy's true qi can even get close to him, it will be forced to dissipate on its own by the fierce sword intent. Why would he need to take it by force like Xu Yunfan?
In the battle across the eight hundred miles of desolate ice plains, more than half of the sacred weapons of the six major sects were lost, yet even Dugu Jiu's sword could not dim in the slightest.

But now Xu Yunfan has twisted this supreme martial art into a demonic art.

The Ten Extremes True Qi is like the mouth of a glutton, devouring the life cultivation of others. Wherever it passes, even the ninth realm grandmasters are reduced to withered bones, and even their souls seem to be completely consumed by that strange true qi.

As his true energy surged in his palm, the Dragon-Tiger Qi, the Sword Soul's Edge, and the Buddhist True Qi were all forcibly refined, transforming into serpentine light that roamed beneath his skin, ultimately becoming nourishment for the Ten Extremes Martial Arts.

This demonic power—where is even a trace of the majestic sword intent of the Heavenly Sword Dugu Jiu from back then? Only a chilling, sinister technique that drains true essence remains, sending shivers down one's spine.

Xuan Lin glanced around and saw that the nine powerful Grandmasters of the Ninth Realm, who were once renowned in their respective regions, were now lying on the ground like harvested rice.

Some had collapsed chest cavities, some had shattered skulls, but the most chilling were those "empty shells" whose vital energy had been completely drained.

Their withered faces still bore the despair of their impending death, as if even their souls had been devoured by the eerie Ten Extremes True Qi.

Just one glance at it feels like I'll be living in a nightmare for the rest of my life.

"It's a pity. Since it's not true qi, then so be it."

Xu Yunfan chuckled softly, and the Ten Extremes True Qi in his palm gradually calmed down.

Within the swirling true energy surrounding him, nine streams of true energy of different attributes could be faintly seen merging and refining. That was the life-long cultivation of the nine masters from before.

The fierceness of the Dragon Tiger Sect, the sharpness of the Sword Pavilion, and the profoundness of the Amitabha Temple... all became the best nourishment for the Ten Extremes Martial Arts.

Hearing Xu Yunfan's slightly regretful voice, Xuan Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak.

He had just managed to utter a trembling plea for mercy when his pupils suddenly contracted.

Xu Yunfan silently raised his right palm, the Ten Extremes True Qi in his palm swirling like a deep abyss, pulling all the remaining Dragon Tiger Qi and Sword Soul remnants into his skin.

The wandering light snakes suddenly erupted, condensing into a mountain-like pressure between Xu Yunfan's five fingers.

"What a waste of his size."

Before Xu Yunfan could finish his sigh, his palm had already pressed down as if the sky were collapsing.

The ten-foot-tall black-scaled shark suddenly sank, its scales cracking with hundreds of sounds, as if the weight of an entire mountain had suddenly pressed down on its spine.

He could clearly hear his bones groaning under the unbearable pressure, his internal organs twisting and deforming under the pressure of the terrifying true energy, and even the core formed by the demonic energy was almost crushed.

The last light in sight was the swirling Ten Extremes True Qi in Xu Yunfan's palm.

The true energy was like the sharpest blade in the world, easily tearing apart the demonic energy protecting the Xuan Scales as if it were tearing flesh and blood. The crisp sound of the scales peeling off mixed with the muffled sound of flesh and blood exploding into the eardrums.

In the moment of death, Xuan Lin suddenly understood why the faces of those Grandmasters who had become mummies were frozen in despair.

The moment he tried to struggle, he felt a cold touch on the top of his head; Xu Yunfan's palm had already casually touched his head.

"boom!"

Like a heavy hammer shattering a glass lamp, Xuanlin's vision was plunged into complete darkness.

The kneeling body remained in a begging posture, but from the top of the head to the waist and abdomen, it had collapsed into a thin layer. The unique azure demon blood of the merman had not yet splattered out, but was evaporated into a scarlet mist by the Ten Extreme True Qi.

As Xu Yunfan withdrew his palm, the platform trembled and cracked with spiderweb-like patterns. Xu Yunfan merely brushed the blood mist from his sleeve, as if he had just crushed an ant.

Only one elderly deacon remained, slumped in a corner, his trousers soaked in a foul-smelling liquid, his cloudy eyes frozen in terror.

His withered fingers dug deep into the cracks in the blue bricks, as if that would allow him to escape the devil's gaze.

Xu Yunfan merely glanced at it indifferently, as if it were a tiny speck of dust.

The lingering effects of the Ten Extremes True Qi still flowed around Xu Yunfan's body. The unrefined alien true qi wrapped around his arms like living creatures. The crimson qi of the Dragon Tiger Sect moved like fire snakes, the sharp sword light of the Sword Pavilion condensed into fine ice crystals, and the golden Buddhist breath of the Amitabha Temple turned into specks of dust.

He casually raised his hand and crushed a wisp of Penglai Weak Water True Qi that was trying to escape. The azure light that exploded in his palm made his pupils appear as deep as an abyss.

Xu Yunfan appeared calm on the surface, but the Ten Extreme True Qi within his body was churning like a deep sea. The foreign True Qi that had been forcibly seized was now like a trapped beast, struggling and fighting in his flesh and blood.

Twisted lines bulged beneath his skin from time to time, as if countless luminous snakes were tearing and struggling between his flesh and blood.

A wisp of Nine Luminaries True Qi suddenly burst out from between his fingers, exploding into tiny golden-red light bubbles in the air. Immediately afterward, the remaining Qi of the Xuanzhen Sect's Dragon and Tiger Dharma Image overflowed from behind his ears, turning into green smoke and dissipating.

(End of this chapter)