Great Evolution: I Exclusively Possess Earth's Six Supreme Opportunities

The female disciple's mind went blank.

Her entire body's spiritual power was frantically issuing warnings, and her protective spiritual light was automatically activated to its maximum, but the hand on her shoulder was like an unshakable ancient divine mountain.

How is that possible?

Beneath my feet is a flying sword traveling at high speed!

How did this mortal get up here?

Shouldn't he be trembling inside that turtle shell down there?

Countless thoughts exploded in her mind, but she couldn't even move a finger.

The ghost gave her no time to think.

The psionic dagger in his hand traced a dark arc.

There were no fancy sword moves, nor any dazzling flashes of light.

It's the simplest and most direct horizontal cut.

puff.

The female disciple's protective aura, strong enough to withstand artillery fire, was as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of the dagger, and was cut through without any resistance.

Blood splattered.

In her last moments of consciousness, she saw her body plummeting rapidly, and the pitying reactions of the mortals on the ground.

"Junior Sister!"

The remaining three male disciples were completely stunned by what they saw.

One second the junior sister was swaggering around, the next she turned into a corpse and fell from the sky.

After a brief moment of shock came a torrent of rage!

"How dare you, you beast!"

The eldest disciple, who was in the lead, let out a roar filled with shock and rage.

He couldn't understand how someone he considered an ant could instantly kill his junior sister, who was at the Foundation Establishment stage!

"Kill him! Avenge my junior sister!"

Another disciple also reacted, summoning his own flying sword, which transformed into a streak of light and pierced straight at the ghost's face.

The eldest disciple and the remaining disciple also stopped holding back, unleashing all sorts of magical treasures and talismans, each with a colorful tail flame, like a torrential rain pouring down on the ghost.

They will blast this wicked beast that dares to offend the divine might into ashes!

Everyone in the base plaza held their breath.

Can Captain Ghost withstand the combined attack of three Foundation Establishment Realm experts?

The ghost answered them with its actions.

Amidst the impenetrable barrage of magical artifacts, his figure suddenly became blurred.

The next moment, he vanished into thin air.

Rumble!

All the attacks hit empty air, exploding into brilliant bursts of fireworks in the sky.

Where are they?!

The disciple who made the first move frantically scanned the area with his divine sense, but could not detect any trace of the ghost.

Watch out behind you!

The eldest brother seemed to have sensed something and issued a desperate warning.

But it was too late.

The ghost's figure appeared behind the disciple as if by teleportation.

He did not use a dagger.

He simply clenched his fist and punched out.

This punch, simple and unadorned, contained the power of the Dao foundation that had been condensed to the extreme after the breakthrough!

boom!

A muffled thud.

The disciple's protective aura shattered instantly, and his sternum collapsed inward at an odd angle.

Before he could even scream, he was sent flying backwards as if hit by a speeding truck, spitting blood, and died in mid-air.

Another one has died!

At this point, the remaining two completely panicked.

This is no ordinary human being; it is clearly a ferocious beast from the primordial era disguised in human skin!

"Quick! Create some distance!"

The eldest brother was frightened. He no longer had his previous arrogance and only wanted to stay away from this strange killing god.

The last disciple was terrified. He frantically pulled out a golden shield magic weapon from his robes and held it in front of him, while desperately urging his flying sword to escape this land of death.

The ghost's figure disappeared again.

When he appeared, he was already in front of the disciple who was trying to escape.

The two were separated by that gleaming golden shield.

A look of relief, as if he had survived a calamity, appeared on the disciple's face.

This is his trump card for saving his life, a top-grade spiritual artifact, the Vajra Shield!

Even a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage wouldn't be able to break through easily!

However, the ghost had no intention of attacking the shield.

He simply raised his left arm.

The special combat suit covering his body silently slid open on the arm section, revealing a dark cannon muzzle.

Within the muzzle, a dark blue beam of high-energy light was rapidly converging.

The disciple looked at the strange device he had never seen before and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

next second.

hum!

A pale blue laser, thinner than a strand of hair, shot out close to the face.

There was no sound, and no explosion.

That supposedly indestructible diamond shield was like a block of tofu in front of the laser.

The laser pierced the shield without hindrance, then through the disciple's terrified face, finally exiting from the back of his head and shooting into the distant sky.

The disciple's body froze on the spot, and then he fell helplessly off the flying sword.

His dantian had been completely destroyed by that high-energy laser.

In just a few breaths.

Of the four arrogant "Immortal Masters" of the Purple Cloud Sect, two died and one was seriously injured.

Only the eldest senior brother remained in the sky.

He hovered blankly in mid-air, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

Liver and gallbladder split!

He stared blankly at the black-clad man who exuded a chilling aura, like the Grim Reaper.

escape!

We must escape!

Report everything that happened here to the sect elders!

This idea became his only obsession.

He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, and was about to use the Blood Escape Technique.

But he had just turned around.

The black figure had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.

All of the eldest brother's movements froze.

Looking into the ghost's emotionless eyes, his mental defenses completely crumbled.

"No...don't kill me!"

"I...I am a true disciple of the Purple Cloud Sect! My master is True Person Purple Cloud!"

He rambled on incoherently about his powerful connections, hoping to scare the other party away.

The ghost did not speak.

He simply lifted his foot.

Then, he kicked the senior brother in the chest.

"ah--!"

The eldest brother let out a piercing scream, and like a kite with a broken string, he plummeted straight down from a height of a thousand meters.

boom!

A loud bang.

He crashed heavily onto the central plaza of the base, creating a shallow crater in the hard alloy floor.

The smoke and dust cleared.

This arrogant "immortal master" lay on the ground like a dead dog, with countless broken bones in his body, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs constantly gushing from his mouth.

He struggled to lift his head.

They met a pair of calm and deep eyes.

Su Bai had put down his teacup without anyone noticing.

He looked down at the disheveled prisoner on the ground, his face expressionless.

The entire square was completely silent.

All the base members looked at the man sitting in the chair, seemingly doing nothing, with a mixture of awe and fanaticism.

This is their boss!

This is the master of the Primordial Base!

The so-called ancient immortals were not even qualified to make him stand up!

Su Bai looked at the puddle of mud on the ground and spoke calmly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Tell me about it."

"How much wealth does your Purple Cloud Sect have? Enough for me to rob once?"