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Quasi-Saint!

This is the aura of a quasi-saint!

How is that possible?

How could a quasi-saint be born among the human race?

Even the first batch of innate humans created by the sage Nuwa did not reach this level.

Even those who had received Heavenly Merit, such as Suiren, Ziyi, and Youchao, had only just begun to enter the Great Luo Realm.

When did such a being appear in the primordial world?

"S-senpai..."

An overwhelming pressure crashed down upon his demonic soul.

The ghost car couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance; it only wanted to prostrate itself on the ground and beg for forgiveness.

His previous arrogant and domineering attitude has completely vanished.

He wanted to beg for mercy, wanted to bring up the Demon Court...

But given this absolute power disparity, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Xuan Du's eyes were cold and unwavering.

He looked at the ghost car and said coldly:

"Survival of the fittest, that's what you just said."

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Du pointed his fingers like a sword and casually slashed at Gui Che.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance.

Only a single, perfectly condensed sword aura burst forth from his fingertips.

Upon seeing this, the ghost carriage suddenly burst forth with demonic light, unleashing several protective demonic treasures in an attempt to defend itself.

However, in the face of that sword energy, all resistance seemed so laughable.

"laugh!"

The protective demonic artifact's light shattered instantly.

The powerful Great Luo demon body of Guiche, along with its demon soul, was split in two by this sword energy!

He didn't even manage a scream; extreme fear lingered in his eyes.

The enormous demonic body collapsed with a crash, its aura completely annihilated.

Guiche, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Clan, has fallen!

Swift and clean, utterly and completely destroyed!

The soaring demonic aura in the valley vanished instantly with the death of the ghost carriage.

Behind them, the heavily injured Taiyi Wujiang stared in disbelief at the scene, his mind blank.

The Demon Saint Ghost Chariot... is dead?

Killed instantly by this person with a single finger?

He's a demon saint at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm!

Who is this person?

When did the human race acquire such terrifyingly powerful beings?

Xuan Du ignored the shaman general's shock.

With a flick of his sleeve, a gentle, primordial energy swept across the valley.

On the ground, the corpses and bloodstains of those human compatriots quietly turned into ashes under the power, merging into the earth, thus finding peace in the afterlife.

He used his magic to slightly soothe the overwhelming resentment.

After doing all this, he slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the burly man from the witch clan who was still in shock.

"Thank you so much... for saving my life, senior!"

The shaman regained his senses, enduring the excruciating pain, and struggled to perform the ritual.

Although he was rough and boisterous, he was also grateful and knew exactly how terrifying the person in front of him was.

Xuan Du raised his hand in a gesture of support, but a force prevented him from bowing.

"Why are you here? And why are you fighting with the ghost carriage?"

Xuan Du asked, his tone calm yet imposing.

The shaman dared not conceal the truth, and, enduring his pain, respectfully replied:

"Reporting to the senior, I am Panshi, the shaman general of the Houtu tribe."

"Having noticed the large number of human deaths and the overwhelming resentment in this area, I have come to investigate."

"When we arrived, we witnessed the Ghost Chariot Demon Saint indiscriminately slaughtering the remaining humans, so we intervened to stop him..."

"Unfortunately, this junior's strength is insufficient. If it weren't for your intervention, senior, I would probably have perished."

Upon hearing this, Xuandu was slightly surprised.

Houtu tribe?

His gaze fell once again on the shaman general named Rock.

Unexpectedly, the casual act of saving her led to a connection with Houtu.

Houtu will be reborn in the cycle of reincarnation in the future, accumulating immeasurable merit, and will become the Goddess of Peace, ruling over the six realms with a transcendent status.

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun in the underworld must treat others as equals.

It is a pleasant surprise that we have formed this good relationship today.

However, that's a story for another time.

The most urgent task at hand is to stop the demon race from forging the witch-slaying sword!

Thoughts flashed by in an instant.

Xuan Du looked at the waning rock and said nothing more.

He extended his right index finger and pointed it at the rock from a distance.

A ethereal light emanates from the fingertips, brimming with boundless vitality.

This is exactly the method recorded in the Shangqing Gongfa.

With his cultivation level as a Primordial Golden Immortal, the effect was even more extraordinary.

A vibrant emerald light emanated from his fingertip and instantly disappeared into the rock.

"Well!"

The rock trembled violently, feeling a warm and vast power surge into its limbs and bones.

The previously broken meridians were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The severe internal injuries were healed in an instant.

The depleted essence blood of the witch clan was rapidly regenerating, becoming even purer and more refined than before!

In the blink of an eye.

His aura has not only fully recovered, but it also shows signs of improvement!

Even his bronze skin shimmered with a faint, precious glow.

"This...this..."

Rock stretched his limbs in disbelief, feeling a surge of power coursing through his body, his condition better than ever before.

His gaze toward Xuandu was filled with boundless gratitude and awe.

Healing the Taiyi Witch General from serious injury with the flick of his wrist—such a feat is unheard of!

"Thank you so much for saving me, senior!"

The rock collapsed to its knees, and this time, Xuandu did not stop it.

He accepted the greeting.

"This place is not safe to stay for long. The demons may have further actions. You should return to the Houtu tribe immediately."

Xuan Du's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Yes! We will forever remember the kindness of our predecessors, and the Houtu tribe will never forget it!"

The rock kowtowed deeply, no longer hesitating.

Knowing that this place has become a center of trouble, staying would only be a burden.

He gave Xuandu a deep look, as if trying to etch the image of this mysterious powerhouse into his very soul.

He then turned around and strode away, transforming into a streak of earth-yellow light, speeding towards Mount Buzhou and disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

After seeing Pan Shi off, the last trace of gentleness vanished from Xuan Du's face.

His eyes instantly turned icy cold.

Although the ghost train is dead, the hidden dangers remain.

We must ensure that the demon race remains unaware of the secret of human blood!

He took a step forward, and his body rose into the air.

The divine sense of the Primordial Golden Immortal surged forth without reservation!

In an instant, it enveloped the entire coast of the East China Sea, and even the more distant human settlements!

Mountains and rivers, tribal villages, the breath of life... every little detail is reflected in my heart.

really!

As his divine sense swept across the scene, countless tragic images surfaced.

Besides the valley where the ghost carriage is located, dozens of human settlements along the coast of the East China Sea and even further away are being slaughtered by the demon race!

Demonic energy raged, and blood-red light soared into the sky.

Cries, wails, and the rampant, sinister laughter of the demon race...

The highest cultivation level among those demons is only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, with most being Golden Immortals or Mysterious Immortals.

In Xuandu's eyes now, they are no different from ants.

They were clearly all under Ghost's command.

They can't keep them!

Any potential leaks must be nipped in the bud!

Xuan Du's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his killing intent palpable.

He no longer hesitated; his mind was set in motion.

"Buzz!"

A vast and boundless, supreme pressure of primordial chaos emanated from him and pressed down fiercely on the demons committing their crimes within the area covered by his divine sense!

There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling brilliance.

Absolute crushing victory!