If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"You really think you've won?"

The young master of the Great Roc spoke with surprising calm.

His left hand slowly pressed against his chest—the location of the demon core.

"My demon core still contains the ancestral attack of the Great Roc clan—'Shattering Void Explosion'."

"The demon core exploded, and there was no living thing within a radius of three hundred feet."

"It doesn't matter if I die today."

"You three ants will be buried with me."

His demon core began to tremble violently, and a golden-black light emanated from his chest, like a collapsing star.

The precursor to self-destruction.

Yu Jianhuan and Su Qingying's expressions changed simultaneously.

The self-destruction of a demon core during the transformation stage—this is not a bluff.

The destructive energy surge emanating from the young master of the Great Roc's chest disrupted their spiritual energy circulation.

With a self-destruction radius of 300 zhang, given their cultivation levels and the distance, the three of them absolutely could not escape.

Yu Jianhuan subconsciously looked at Mo Chengyue.

Su Qingying's Jade Spirit Sword trembled slightly.

Mo Chengyue did not retreat.

Behind his mask, his eyes became completely calm at this moment.

The corners of his mouth even turned up slightly.

Because he had anticipated this step long ago.

From the moment he formulated the plan, he knew that the young master of the Great Roc, driven to the brink of despair, would choose to self-destruct.

Because that was the only chip he had left.

In Mo Chengyue's plan, the timing of releasing the extraterrestrial divine lightning was never intended to finish off enemies in battle.

It was all for this moment.

The moment the young master of the Great Roc initiated his self-destruction and his demon core contracted and gathered energy—that was also the moment when the demon core's defense was at its weakest.

Self-destruction requires the demon core to collapse inwards before exploding outwards.

In that instant of collapse, all the protective barriers on the surface of the demon core retracted inward, essentially disarming itself.

"Now."

Mo Chengyue said in a low voice.

The three spiritual energies of the Sun, Moon and Man Three Swords Formation converged instantly at this command.

Instead of attacking separately, the three forces were combined into one and poured into Mo Chengyue's ancient golden elixir.

At the same time, deep within Mo Chengyue's dantian, the long-sealed extraterrestrial divine lightning was awakened.

Dark gold intertwined with eerie blue lightning surged from the core of the golden core, carrying the destructive aura of the remaining laws of the ruins, and pulsed along the meridians toward the right arm.

The sword energy of the Rain Flower Sword Technique rapidly condensed at his fingertips.

This time, however, the sword energy was no longer pure white, but was rendered a dark gold and blue by the extraterrestrial divine lightning.

The texture of spiritual energy has also changed.

That was not merely sharpness, but a destructive will imbued with the laws of Heaven.

Everything happened in a single breath.

The Great Roc Young Master's demon core was collapsing, and the golden-black light was violently contracting. A ferocious and smug look appeared on his face, as if he were about to perish together with his enemy—Mo Chengyue had made his move.

Rain Flower Sword Technique.

The final move.

The sword energy drew a dazzling dark gold and blue trajectory in mid-air, like a straight line connecting life and death, piercing with unparalleled precision into the center of the Great Roc Young Master's collapsing demon core.

The destructive laws of the extraterrestrial divine thunder exploded inside the demon core.

The young master of the Great Roc froze on his face.

He looked down at his chest.

The demon core that was gathering energy in preparation for its self-destruction cracked.

It's not the kind of crack caused by an external force.

It's a crack that's hollowed out from within by the laws of destruction, like a corrosive worm.

A golden-black light leaked out from the crack, but that light was no longer a sign of impending self-destruction.

It is not that it is disappearing, but that life is passing away.

"This...no..."

The young master of the Great Peng spoke intermittently.

The destructive laws of the extraterrestrial divine thunder spread upwards along the shattered demon core, invading his sea of ​​consciousness.

The soul of a great demon in the Transformation stage is like an ice crystal under the scorching sun, disintegrating, melting, and dissipating layer by layer in the face of the Law of Destruction.

There were no screams.

Because even the ability to scream was taken away by the law of destruction.

The young master of the Great Roc regained his clarity in his golden vertical pupils at the last moment.

He looked at the three humans in the Core Formation stage in front of him.

Look at the man wearing the bronze mask.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something more.

But no sound came out.

His soul vanished.

The last glimmer of light after the demon core shattered flashed on his chest before being extinguished forever.

The young master of the Great Roc lost all support and fell straight backward from where he was standing, crashing heavily onto the gravel and dust.

The dust kicked up slowly settled in the air. It was very quiet.

The silence lasted for about three breaths.

Yu Jianhuan made the first move.

She stepped forward and looked down at the lifeless body on the ground.

The young master of the Great Roc still had that last, unfinished expression on his face—not anger, not resentment, but pure, utter disbelief.

He never accepted the fact that he was killed by three Core Formation stage cultivators until his death.

Yu Jianhuan squatted down.

The murderous intent in Danfeng's eyes slowly receded, replaced by something more profound.

She stared at that face for a long time. Then she stood up.

"Junior brother."

Her voice was soft, and the sweet, coquettish tone had returned at some point, but it carried a clean feeling, as if it had been washed clean after a downpour.

"Thank you for me."

Mo Chengyue did not respond to her words.

He was already squatting next to the corpse of the young master Dapeng, picking up the spoils of war with an extremely skilled speed.

Storage bag, bone knife, remaining demonic artifacts, armor plates on his body—he stripped them all off and stuffed them into his storage bag.

Su Qingying sheathed her sword, and the humming sound of the Azure Spirit Sword gradually subsided.

She stood still, watching Mo Chengyue dig at the corpse, her lips twitching slightly.

It's so efficient it's almost unbelievable.

Finally, Mo Chengyue pulled a warm jade slip from the inner robe of the young master of the Great Peng clan—it still bore the aura of the Great Peng clan's bloodline, possibly a token of identity or a communication artifact.

He rummaged through it and put it in the bag.

After everything was cleaned up, Mo Chengyue took out three Ash-Dissolving Talismans from his storage bag.

A photo was pasted on the corpse of the young master Dapeng.

A flash of spiritual light, and the body of the great demon in the Transformation stage turned into ashes, which were blown away by the wind and scattered among the remains of the stone statue.

The other two were pasted on the bloodstains and residual spiritual energy on the ground.

A gray light swept across, completely erasing all traces of the battle.

The shattered stone statues concealed most of the damage.

This area appears to be just an ordinary ruin affected by the fluctuations of spiritual energy within the ruins.

Mo Chengyue stood up and dusted off his hands.

He glanced into the depths of the pile of stones—Jin Qiaoqiao's breath was still there, weak but steady, as if she were unconscious.

He didn't go over immediately.

Yu Jianhuan walked to his side, leaned her shoulder against his, and didn't say anything.

Su Qingying stood three steps away, the Jade Spirit Sword held horizontally in front of her knees, her gaze calmly fixed on the direction where the ashes had dissipated.

The three stood in silence.

The wind blew through the stone statues, stirring up fine sand and ash.

The aftershocks of the battle from the direction of the distant palace were still coming intermittently, but those were no longer relevant to them.

Mo Chengyue removed the bronze mask, revealing his face covered in dust.

"It's not safe here."

Mo Chengyue spoke, his voice returning to its usual calm.

"Let's pack up Jin Qiaoqiao and chat as we walk."

He turned and walked toward the pile of stones.

Yu Jianhuan followed.

Su Qingying lagged two steps behind, and as she passed the spot where the young master Dapeng had fallen, the Azure Spirit Sword trembled silently in its scabbard.

She looked down at the ground, which was now spotless and without a trace.

The wind blew away the last wisp of ashes.

Nothing was left behind.

It seems like no one has ever died here.

Su Qingying withdrew her gaze and followed the two people in front of her.

The stone statues have regained the tranquility commonly found in historical sites.

Only the fragments of the stone statue, shattered by the aftershocks of spiritual energy, continued to slowly slide down from the height, making faint, unnoticed sounds.