I'm in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have one equipment slot!

"I'll go back and visit when I have time."

Zhou Yuan's voice was flat, revealing little emotion; he simply gave a casual reply.

No clear commitment was given.

He didn't really feel a strong sense of belonging to Huangfeng Valley.

When I became Li Huayuan's disciple, I paid a considerable amount of money as a formal apprenticeship gift.

During his years in Huangfeng Valley, he was not one of the elite disciples that the sect focused on cultivating. He spent most of his time cultivating alone or going out to train, and had very little interaction with the sect's higher-ups.

The sect's resources were not tilted towards him.

Two hundred years have passed, and things have changed.

My master and most of my fellow disciples are no longer here, and the connection has long since faded.

Nowadays, mentioning it is more out of nostalgia for the past and a sense of kinship with one's master, Li Huayuan.

He had no interest in returning to Yellow Maple Valley to work for the sect's interests.

Nie Ying was incredibly intelligent; she immediately sensed the aloofness and indifference in Zhou Yuan's calm tone.

She felt a slight disappointment, but wisely refrained from pressing the matter. Instead, she followed up with a delighted smile: "If Senior Brother Liu and Ancestor Linghu knew that Senior Zhou had the intention of going back to visit, they would surely be overjoyed!"

Her words expressed Huangfeng Valley's expectations while maintaining a humble attitude, only mentioning "going back to take a look" rather than "returning to the sect".

The sense of proportion was excellent.

To avoid offending this "senior Zhou".

Zhou Yuan smiled noncommittally, said no more, and focused on controlling the Wind Chariot, speeding towards the heart of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance.

However, after flying only a few hundred miles, Zhou Yuan suddenly frowned and abruptly stopped the Wind Chariot.

"Senior Zhou?" Lei Wanhe and the others looked at him nervously, puzzled.

"Two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators..."

Zhou Yuan's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked towards the northeastern sky and murmured to himself.

In his divine sense, about three hundred miles away in that direction, two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, exuding a cold, evil aura that was completely different from the Mulan mage, were acting recklessly.

What made Zhou Yuan's eyes turn even colder was...

He could clearly sense that the two were carrying out a one-sided massacre of a group of low-level Tiannan cultivators who were fleeing in panic!

Moreover, their killing was not a simple act. After each kill, they would raise their hand and forcibly extract a faint and weak soul from the corpse or the scattered spirit of the deceased.

Collecting living souls?!

And the method was so skillful and vicious!

"Could it be... someone from the Yinluo Sect?"

The thought flashed through Zhou Yuan's mind, and his eyes grew even colder.

Combining the information from the original text, he immediately understood the key point.

This great battle between the Mulan people and Tiannan was unprecedented in scale and involved a tremendous amount of resources.

The intention is to engage in a decisive battle.

To increase their chances of winning, the Mulan people contacted the Yinluo Sect, a top-tier demonic sect in the distant Great Jin Dynasty!

The Yinluo Sect had its own plans for intervening in the war on the southern border.

The Yinluo Sect's most prized treasure, the "Ghost Banner," was severely damaged in the great battle.

To repair such evil treasures, a massive amount of high-quality living souls are needed for a blood sacrifice!

If such wanton slaughter of living beings and collection of souls were carried out within the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty, it would inevitably provoke a thunderous crackdown from the righteous sects.

Therefore, they turned their attention to the border between Tiannan and Mulan, where a great battle was taking place and countless people had died!

Taking advantage of the war, they fished in troubled waters, collecting the souls of the fallen cultivators from both sides to repair the Ghost Banner, achieving two goals at once.

Extremely insidious.

"Although the cultivation world in Tiannan cannot compare to the Great Jin Dynasty, it is not a slaughterhouse where people can be bullied at will."

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yuan's eyes.

He doesn't consider himself the kind of moralist who takes the well-being of the people as his responsibility and spouts benevolence and righteousness; he acts more based on his conscience and self-interest.

But they could only watch helplessly as foreign demons slaughtered their own people and collected souls to refine treasures on their own territory.

And he just happened to witness it.

The anger that belonged to the cultivators of Tiannan, who felt bullied by outsiders, rose uncontrollably in their hearts.

Since we've run into them and we're strong enough, then... let's just take care of them while we're at it!

"Hold on tight."

Zhou Yuan said something to the people in the car, and before they could react, he suddenly turned the wind-riding car around, transforming it into a dazzling white rainbow, and rushed towards the location of the two auras at an even faster speed than before!

The 300-mile distance was quickly shortened by the wind-driving chariot speeding at full speed.

100 li... 50 li... 10 li...

As the distance closed, the two black-robed cultivators who were cleaning up the "battlefield" and collecting the last few souls into their black bags finally noticed the "wind-riding chariot" belonging to the people of the Mulan Grassland that was speeding towards them.

Both were dressed in wide black robes that covered their entire bodies completely, obscuring their faces. Only the sinister demonic energy swirling around them and the spiritual pressure of early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators revealed their extraordinary nature.

"The windmills of the grassland people?"

One of them had a hoarse voice and a hint of surprise, but didn't seem to care too much.

They recognized this flying magical artifact unique to the Mulan Grassland, assuming it was just a Mulan master passing by.

After all, they are "allies" with the Mulan people, and their activities in this area are tacitly approved.

The other person didn't even look up, still focused on carefully extracting a faint soul from the corpse of a Foundation Establishment cultivator and tossing it into a black cloth bag. He muttered impatiently, "Whatever, just finish collecting these souls and move on. This wretched place has thin spiritual energy, weak cultivators, and the quality of their souls is terrible!"

The two clearly didn't pay any attention to the "Mulan" windmill and continued with their "work".

However, when the wind-riding chariot was only a thousand feet away from them, it suddenly stopped and hovered in mid-air.

The carriage curtain moved without wind, and a figure in a black robe with bluish-purple wings on his back shot out of the carriage like an arrow, instantly covering a distance of hundreds of feet and hovering in the air only about a hundred feet away from the two people.

The icy gaze, like a tangible blade, fell upon them.

It was Zhou Yuan!

"Huh? You're not from Mulan?!"

The black-robed cultivator who had spoken earlier finally realized something was wrong. He suddenly looked up, and two eerie green lights shone from under his hood as he stared intently at Zhou Yuan.

The energy emanating from the other party was pure spiritual energy fluctuations from a Tiannan cultivator.

Moreover, the spiritual pressure was so thick and solid that it far surpassed that of the two of them, clearly indicating that it was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

"A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from Tiannan?"

Another black-robed cultivator also stopped what he was doing, turned his hood toward Zhou Yuan, and spoke with a hint of surprise but not much fear.

On the contrary, there was a faint...excitement?

"Hehe, perfect! The soul of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is worth hundreds or even thousands of low-level souls! Let me see just how much you, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the South, really amount to!"

Facing a cultivator whose cultivation level was one realm higher than theirs, the two seemed fearless and even eager to try!

"Playing tricks!"

Zhou Yuan snorted coldly, too lazy to say anything more.

The next moment, something strange happened to both of them!

"Ho—!"

Two low growls, like those of wild beasts, came from beneath the black robe.

Two eerie, malevolent green lights suddenly appeared in the area around their eyes, where their pupils should have been, like flickering will-o'-the-wisps.

Immediately afterwards, thick, black gas surged out from beneath their black robes, instantly engulfing the two figures!

Within the black mist, the sounds of ghosts wailing and howling filled the air. Countless twisted and painful ghost faces floated and disappeared within the black mist. Within a radius of several dozen feet, the wind howled, the temperature plummeted, and the light dimmed, as if it had instantly transformed into a ghostly realm!

"What kind of evil technique is this?!"

Lei Wanhe, Nie Ying, and the others on the distant wind-riding vehicle were horrified.

Those two people didn't seem like humans; they were more like evil spirits and demons crawling out of the deepest hell.

They were horrified. When did such a strange and evil existence appear among the Mulan sorcerers?

What happened next was even more shocking.

Amidst the churning black mist, the bodies of the two black-robed cultivators rapidly expanded as if inflated!

In the blink of an eye, they grew from an average height to over two zhang tall, transforming into two giants with bulging muscles, dark blue skin, and strange patterns!

Although obscured by the black mist, it was not very clear, but one could vaguely see that the giant's head, which was bursting through the black robe, seemed to have curved horns and white fangs protruding from its mouth. Its appearance was ferocious and terrifying, and its murderous aura was overwhelming!

"roar--!"

Two inhuman roars rang out, and two pitch-black ghost claws, as large as millstones and with nails as sharp as knives, formed entirely from dense yin energy and demonic energy, tore through the black energy, carrying a pungent stench and a mournful ghostly howl, and fiercely grabbed at Zhou Yuan from the left and right!

Wherever the ghostly claws passed, the air seemed to freeze and corrode, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

"A mayfly trying to shake a tree is overestimating its own strength."

A hint of disdain flashed in Zhou Yuan's eyes.

He didn't even move his feet an inch; he merely raised his right hand with a slight thought.

"Clang clang clang—!"

The familiar, soul-chilling sound of a sword's cry echoed throughout the space!

Thirty-six gleaming, incomparably sharp Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords emerged once more, instantly splitting into hundreds of incredibly condensed golden sword lights, each imbued with the supreme yang and strength of Geng metal sword energy, rising brilliantly before Zhou Yuan like a golden sun.

It dispelled the surrounding chilling demonic energy!

Great Geng Sword Formation, twist!

Hundreds of golden sword lights, like a golden torrent that has received a command, carrying the righteous energy to purify all evil spirits, rushed towards the two giant ghost claws that were grabbing at them!

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Like a red-hot iron being plunged into snow.

The two seemingly mighty and eerie giant claws let out a mournful cry as soon as they touched the golden sword light at the front. They were easily pierced, cut, and purified by the extremely sharp and yang energy contained in the Gengjin sword energy!

In a single exchange, the two ghostly claws vanished like bubbles, turning into wisps of black smoke, which were then swept away by the subsequent golden sword light.

With the demonic claw broken, the two black-robed giants trembled violently, and black energy surged endlessly.

It was clearly a backlash.

"impossible!"

One of them let out a roar of shock and anger, seemingly unable to accept that his supernatural power, which he had exerted with all his might, had been so easily broken by the other party.

He suddenly slapped his waist, and a small triangular banner shrouded in black mist and engraved with countless painful ghost faces flew out. It grew larger in the wind, becoming several feet in size. The banner fluttered and spewed out even denser black mist and countless clawing ghost shadows, rushing towards the sword light.

The other person also quickly made a hand seal, opened his mouth and spat out three pale white bone beads. The bone beads spun around and transformed into three giant skulls the size of houses, with blazing green flames in their eye sockets, and spewed out three grayish-white pillars of fire.

However, all resistance seemed pale and powerless in the face of the indestructible Gengjin Sword Formation, which was specifically designed to counter evil.

A torrent of golden sword light, like a golden storm of death, swept across the land!

The eerie little banner was struck simultaneously by dozens of sword lights. The banner was instantly torn open with several large gashes, its spiritual light completely gone. It flew back with a mournful cry, and even showed signs of scorching on its surface.

The malevolent corpse fire spewed from the three giant skulls melted and vanished as quickly as ice and snow met the blazing sun when they encountered the golden sword light. The skulls themselves were shredded by the sword light, sparks flying and bone fragments flying everywhere. In the blink of an eye, their spiritual light dimmed, they shrank back to their original shape, and their surfaces were covered with cracks.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

With their natal magic treasures damaged one after another, the two black-robed cultivators were struck as if by a heavy blow. At the same time, they spat out mouthfuls of black blood, their aura plummeted, and the giant forms on their bodies began to become unstable, with the black energy dissipating.

Only now did the eerie green light in their eyes finally give way to boundless fear!

They finally realized what a hard iron plate they had kicked!

The strength of this cultivator from Tiannan far exceeded their expectations, and the sharpness of his flying sword was the nemesis of their demonic supernatural powers!

"Escape!" That was the only thought in their minds, and they had no will to fight left.

One of them was more decisive, transforming into a dense beam of light and shooting towards the distant horizon!

They didn't even bother to retrieve the damaged triangular banner.

The other person was a beat slower, but also hurriedly made a hand seal, his body surrounded by swirling black energy, trying to merge into the ghostly mist and escape.

"Trying to leave now? Too late." Zhou Yuan's eyes were icy, his killing intent already made up.

Under the control of his mind, half of the hundreds of golden sword lights suddenly split off, like sentient golden fish, and instantly intertwined into a denser and wider golden sword net, which arrived first after the latter and descended upon the black-robed cultivator who was trying to escape by blood escape!

Before the sword net even arrived, the sharp sword energy had already shattered the blood-red aura surrounding him into pieces.

"No—!" The black-robed cultivator roared in despair, desperately urging his remaining ghostly energy to condense layers of ghostly shields to defend himself.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

However, these hastily formed ghost shields were like paper when faced with the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, which was infused with Geng essence and was extremely sharp.

As the sword net swept past, accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding cutting sounds and short screams, the black-robed cultivator, along with his protective black aura and the nascent soul that fled in panic, was cut and strangled by countless golden sword lights, turning into a sky full of blood mist and black smoke. Then, the aftershocks of the sword energy purified everything, and his body and soul were completely destroyed!

Seeing his companion die instantly, the other was terrified and fled even faster, transforming into a blurry black shadow that darted hundreds of feet away.

"You can't escape either!"

Zhou Yuan remained expressionless, raised his left hand, and pointed at the fleeing black shadow.

"Crackling sound—!"

A bolt from the blue!

A golden lightning net, composed entirely of golden arcs of electricity, densely woven and covering an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius, appeared out of nowhere in the void in front of the fleeing black shadow, blocking its escape route and descending upon it!

It is a net of thunder formed from the divine thunder that wards off evil! It is extremely yang and strong, and can completely subdue all evil spirits and demonic energy!

"What?!" The fleeing black-robed cultivator was horrified. He tried to turn around, but it was too late. He crashed headfirst into the golden lightning net!

"Sizzle sizzle—!"

When the black energy came into contact with the golden lightning arc, it exploded with a series of loud bangs. The black energy seemed to have met its nemesis and quickly dissolved.

The black-robed cultivator let out a shrill, inhuman scream. His giant form collapsed and he returned to the size of a normal person. However, his black robe was charred and tattered, revealing his dark, grotesque skin covered with strange patterns.

"The Heavenly Demon Disintegrates!"

At the critical moment of life and death, a look of madness flashed in this person's eyes, and he unhesitatingly used the most vicious life-saving secret technique in the demonic path!

"Bang!"

Its body suddenly exploded, turning into dozens of thin, black threads as fast as lightning, shooting out in all directions, trying to escape through the gaps in the lightning net!

As long as even one black thread escapes, he can use a secret technique to reshape his physical body. The price is huge, but it's still better than his soul being scattered.

"A mere trifle." Zhou Yuan's eyes were indifferent as he abruptly retracted the five fingers of his left hand that was forming a hand seal!

"boom--!"

The golden lightning net, which covered an area of ​​several tens of feet, suddenly contracted rapidly inward!

At the same time, the golden arcs of electricity leaping above the lightning net seemed to be stimulated, suddenly becoming extremely violent, and the number of arcs increased dramatically.

Intertwined and multiplied, they instantly transformed into a gigantic lightning cage that was far more tightly sealed off than before, several times larger, and dazzlingly golden! It completely sealed off that space!

"Hiss hiss hiss—!"

Dozens of jet-black threads shot out, crashing into the suddenly contracting and powerful golden lightning cage. Like moths to a flame, they were instantly purified into wisps of green smoke by the supremely yang exorcising lightning, unable to even utter a scream.

Finally, the lightning cage shrank to the size of a fist, transforming into a dazzling golden ball of lightning with arcing electric currents dancing inside.

At the center of the lightning sphere, a tiny nascent soul, barely an inch tall, with a face full of terror and despair, was faintly visible, wrapped and scorched by countless golden arcs of electricity. It was the nascent soul of the black-robed cultivator!

"No! Spare me! I am from the Yinluo Sect of the Great Jin Dynasty..." The Nascent Soul cried out in a pitiful voice, desperately spewing out pure Yin energy in an attempt to resist the terrifying golden lightning arcs around it.

Zhou Yuan's eyes remained unchanged as he gently clenched his fist at the golden lightning ball.

"puff."

A slight muffled thud.

The golden lightning ball, along with the nascent soul and yin energy contained within it, was annihilated, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the air.

A demonic cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage perished completely, leaving not a trace behind.

From the moment Zhou Yuan made his move to the moment the two Nascent Soul cultivators from the Yinluo Sect were killed, the entire process took no more than ten breaths.

Fast! Ruthless! Precise! Crushing!

In the distance, Lei Wanhe, Nie Ying, Shi Qiyun, Tang Minghua, and Qian Huan, who were on the wind-riding chariot, were already dumbfounded.

I was so shocked that I couldn't even begin to describe it!

Those were two Nascent Soul cultivators!

Although it is only in its early stages, it is still a giant in Tiannan, a figure who can establish his own sect! Moreover, judging from the strange supernatural powers it displays, it is by no means an easy opponent.

But in front of this "Senior Zhou," they were like clay chickens and earthen dogs. With a wave of his hand, sword light and lightning net were unleashed, and he easily crushed them as if he were crushing two bugs!

Even those at the Nascent Soul stage couldn't escape!

Such swift and decisive methods, such terrifying killing power... even the legendary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators of Tiannan would find it extremely difficult to eliminate two early-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivators so cleanly and efficiently.

Just how strong is this Senior Zhou?

The five people looked at Zhou Yuan's back with endless awe and admiration, as if they were looking up at an insurmountable towering peak.

Below, on the battlefield that had just witnessed a massacre, the only surviving late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator from Fengyuan Kingdom was slumped on the ground, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

Looking at Zhou Yuan in the air, who was like a god descending to earth and easily killed two terrifying demons, their eyes were also filled with unparalleled shock and the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

Finally, the lightning cage shrank to the size of a fist, transforming into a dazzling golden ball of lightning with arcing electric currents dancing inside.

At the center of the lightning sphere, a tiny nascent soul, barely an inch tall, with a face full of terror and despair, was faintly visible, wrapped and scorched by countless golden arcs of electricity. It was the nascent soul of the black-robed cultivator!

"No! Spare me! I am from the Yinluo Sect of the Great Jin Dynasty..." The Nascent Soul cried out in a pitiful voice, desperately spewing out pure Yin energy in an attempt to resist the terrifying golden lightning arcs around it.

Zhou Yuan's eyes remained unchanged as he gently clenched his fist at the golden lightning ball.

"puff."

A slight muffled thud.

The golden lightning ball, along with the nascent soul and yin energy contained within it, was annihilated, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the air.

A demonic cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage perished completely, leaving not a trace behind.

From the moment Zhou Yuan made his move to the moment the two Nascent Soul cultivators from the Yinluo Sect were killed, the entire process took no more than ten breaths.

Fast! Ruthless! Precise! Crushing!

In the distance, Lei Wanhe, Nie Ying, Shi Qiyun, Tang Minghua, and Qian Huan, who were on the wind-riding chariot, were already dumbfounded.

I was so shocked that I couldn't even begin to describe it!

Those were two Nascent Soul cultivators!

Although it is only in its early stages, it is still a giant in Tiannan, a figure who can establish his own sect! Moreover, judging from the strange supernatural powers it displays, it is by no means an easy opponent.

But in front of this "Senior Zhou," they were like clay chickens and earthen dogs. With a wave of his hand, sword light and lightning net were unleashed, and he easily crushed them as if he were crushing two bugs!

Even those at the Nascent Soul stage couldn't escape!

Such swift and decisive methods, such terrifying killing power... even the legendary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators of Tiannan would find it extremely difficult to eliminate two early-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivators so cleanly and efficiently.

Just how strong is this Senior Zhou?

The five people looked at Zhou Yuan's back with endless awe and admiration, as if they were looking up at an insurmountable towering peak.

Below, on the battlefield that had just witnessed a massacre, the only surviving late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator from Fengyuan Kingdom was slumped on the ground, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

Looking at Zhou Yuan in the air, who was like a god descending to earth and easily killed two terrifying demons, their eyes were also filled with unparalleled shock and the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

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Finally, the lightning cage shrank to the size of a fist, transforming into a dazzling golden ball of lightning with arcing electric currents dancing inside.

At the center of the lightning sphere, a tiny nascent soul, barely an inch tall, with a face full of terror and despair, was faintly visible, wrapped and scorched by countless golden arcs of electricity. It was the nascent soul of the black-robed cultivator!

"No! Spare me! I am from the Yinluo Sect of the Great Jin Dynasty..." The Nascent Soul cried out in a pitiful voice, desperately spewing out pure Yin energy in an attempt to resist the terrifying golden lightning arcs around it.

Zhou Yuan's eyes remained unchanged as he gently clenched his fist at the golden lightning ball.

"puff."

A slight muffled thud.

The golden lightning ball, along with the nascent soul and yin energy contained within it, was annihilated, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the air.

A demonic cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage perished completely, leaving not a trace behind.

From the moment Zhou Yuan made his move to the moment the two Nascent Soul cultivators from the Yinluo Sect were killed, the entire process took no more than ten breaths.

Fast! Ruthless! Precise! Crushing!

In the distance, Lei Wanhe, Nie Ying, Shi Qiyun, Tang Minghua, and Qian Huan, who were on the wind-riding chariot, were already dumbfounded.

I was so shocked that I couldn't even begin to describe it!

Those were two Nascent Soul cultivators!

Although it is only in its early stages, it is still a giant in Tiannan, a figure who can establish his own sect! Moreover, judging from the strange supernatural powers it displays, it is by no means an easy opponent.

But in front of this "Senior Zhou," they were like clay chickens and earthen dogs. With a wave of his hand, sword light and lightning net were unleashed, and he easily crushed them as if he were crushing two bugs!

Even those at the Nascent Soul stage couldn't escape!

Such swift and decisive methods, such terrifying killing power... even the legendary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators of Tiannan would find it extremely difficult to eliminate two early-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivators so cleanly and efficiently.

Just how strong is this Senior Zhou?

The five people looked at Zhou Yuan's back with endless awe and admiration, as if they were looking up at an insurmountable towering peak.

Below, on the battlefield that had just witnessed a massacre, the only surviving late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator from Fengyuan Kingdom was slumped on the ground, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

Looking at Zhou Yuan in the air, who was like a god descending to earth and easily killed two terrifying demons, their eyes were also filled with unparalleled shock and the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

"Hiss hiss hiss—!"

Dozens of jet-black threads shot out, crashing into the suddenly contracting and powerful golden lightning cage. Like moths to a flame, they were instantly purified into wisps of green smoke by the supremely yang exorcising lightning, unable to even utter a scream.

Finally, the lightning cage shrank to the size of a fist, transforming into a dazzling golden ball of lightning with arcing electric currents dancing inside.

At the center of the lightning sphere, a tiny nascent soul, barely an inch tall, with a face full of terror and despair, was faintly visible, wrapped and scorched by countless golden arcs of electricity. It was the nascent soul of the black-robed cultivator!

"No! Spare me! I am from the Yinluo Sect of the Great Jin Dynasty..." The Nascent Soul cried out in a pitiful voice, desperately spewing out pure Yin energy in an attempt to resist the terrifying golden lightning arcs around it.

Zhou Yuan's eyes remained unchanged as he gently clenched his fist at the golden lightning ball.

"puff."

A slight muffled thud.

The golden lightning ball, along with the nascent soul and yin energy contained within it, was annihilated, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the air.

A demonic cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage perished completely, leaving not a trace behind.

From the moment Zhou Yuan made his move to the moment the two Nascent Soul cultivators from the Yinluo Sect were killed, the entire process took no more than ten breaths.

Fast! Ruthless! Precise! Crushing!

In the distance, Lei Wanhe, Nie Ying, Shi Qiyun, Tang Minghua, and Qian Huan, who were on the wind-riding chariot, were already dumbfounded.

I was so shocked that I couldn't even begin to describe it!

Those were two Nascent Soul cultivators!

Although it is only in its early stages, it is still a giant in Tiannan, a figure who can establish his own sect! Moreover, judging from the strange supernatural powers it displays, it is by no means an easy opponent.

But in front of this "Senior Zhou," they were like clay chickens and earthen dogs. With a wave of his hand, sword light and lightning net were unleashed, and he easily crushed them as if he were crushing two bugs!

Even those at the Nascent Soul stage couldn't escape!

Such swift and decisive methods, such terrifying killing power... even the legendary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators of Tiannan would find it extremely difficult to eliminate two early-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivators so cleanly and efficiently.

Just how strong is this Senior Zhou?

The five people looked at Zhou Yuan's back with endless awe and admiration, as if they were looking up at an insurmountable towering peak.

Below, on the battlefield that had just witnessed a massacre, the only surviving late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator from Fengyuan Kingdom was slumped on the ground, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

Looking at Zhou Yuan in the air, who was like a god descending to earth and easily killed two terrifying demons, their eyes were also filled with unparalleled shock and the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.