Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

"Su Yuan!"

Nie Changkong gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up despite his serious injuries.

"I can still fight!"

"I will never abandon you..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Su Yu's calm and cold voice rang out again within the protective aura shield.

His grand pronouncements were abruptly cut short.

"Let's go quickly."

"If you all stay here, I won't be able to perform my duties properly."

Quiet.

Inside the protective aura barrier, deathly silence fell once again.

The four martial kings looked at each other, not daring to breathe.

Nie Changkong stood still.

He froze completely.

His lips twitched uncontrollably and violently.

Difficult to perform well?!

Is this even human language?!

I am the mighty Martial Emperor!

Jingwu's Vice Principal!

The top combat force of the Great Xia Kingdom!

In your eyes, he's become a burden that hinders your performance?!

You're afraid the aftershocks of the battle will kill us, aren't you?!

Nie Changkong felt a surge of blood and qi in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

It’s so hurtful!

The real damage caused by those words was even greater than the slap from the Demon Saint just now!

but!

Nie Changkong glanced at his own nearly depleted life force due to burning his source energy, and then at the four Martial Kings beside him who were severely injured and could barely stand.

He discovered this in despair.

What Su Yu said is absolutely true!

Their presence here serves no purpose other than diverting Su Yu's attention to protecting them!

It's such a burden!

"Vice Principal..."

The one-armed King Wu swallowed hard and looked at Nie Changkong cautiously.

"Should we... retreat?"

"Don't cause trouble for Brother Su."

Making things worse!

These two words, like two sharp knives, pierced deeply into Nie Changkong's heart.

Nie Changkong took a deep breath.

His old face turned bright red.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word.

"withdraw!!!"

Nie Changkong, carrying four heavily injured Martial Kings, rushed out of the Abyss Realm without looking back through the hole Su Yu had created.

Without these "burdens".

Su Yu can finally let loose completely!

……

Within the Abyss Realm.

The Demon Saint roared, its enormous body blotting out the sky, and countless tentacles waving wildly.

"Human ants!"

"Die!"

After confirming that Nie Changkong and the others were safe, Su Yu withdrew all his defensive qi.

Because it's no longer needed!

Nine million units of dark gold divine blood surged within his body.

The Great Perfection "Thunder Shadow Starlight Step" is activated!

Su Yu's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Ignore air resistance! Ignore inertia!

next second.

He appeared directly in front of the Demon Saint's enormous blood-red eyes!

"The Abyss of Annihilation!"

The dark gray spear, carrying a destructive dragon at the peak of the Soul Forging stage, pierced out with a thunderous roar!

The Demon Saint was shocked and quickly mobilized the abyssal black mist to condense a thick shield in front of him.

laugh--!

The shield was as fragile as paper and was pierced in an instant!

The spear tip pierced the Demon Saint's eyeball!

"roar--!"

The Demon Saint let out a piercing scream.

It swung its tentacles violently, trying to smash the insect in front of it.

But Su Yu was too fast.

His figure flashed and disappeared again.

It's not just about marksmanship.

In an instant, all color faded from Su Yu's deep eyes, leaving them completely transparent.

The mental power of a Martial King erupted with a thunderous roar!

"Formless - God Slayer!"

A three-inch-long transparent throwing knife condensed in the void.

Ignoring the abyssal aura surrounding the Demon Saint's massive body, it directly slashed into its sea of ​​consciousness!

Soul Severing!

The Demon Saint's massive body suddenly stiffened.

The excruciating pain from the depths of its soul nearly caused it to faint briefly.

What the hell is this thing?!

Isn't this kid a martial spirit?!

His blood and qi quality is even more terrifying than that of a martial saint.

Why is his mental power so domineering?!

Is this supposed to be a human?!

This is more like a monster than the abyss itself!!!

……

The outskirts of an abandoned industrial zone.

Nie Changkong and the others crashed to the ground in a sorry state.

He was panting heavily.

look up.

Looking at the realm shrouded in the abyss's black mist in mid-air.

Inside, deafening roars and the Demon Saint's agonizing screams echoed continuously.

The black fog churned violently.

Every now and then, a gray-black spear light, or a transparent sharp light, would tear through the black mist and shine beyond the boundary.

Nie Changkong swallowed hard.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

That kid...

What exactly is their strength?

Isn't this a bit too perverted?

He originally thought that Su Yu's burst of nine million units of blood energy would be enough to barely hold out against the Demon Saint, and that it would be good enough if the Martial Saint came to his rescue.

But now, listening to this noise...

This is hardly just holding on.

This is clearly a one-sided massacre!

They're holding down the Demon Saint and beating him!

"Vice Principal..."

The scarred King, with his missing arm, was pale, but his eyes were filled with shock and fervor.

"Brother Su Yuan... what level of cultivation is he at?"

"This fighting power is even stronger than yours!"

Nie Changkong's lips twitched.

His face flushed red.

What do you mean by being even more powerful than me?

Remove the word "than"! It's a complete crushing defeat of me, okay?!

But he couldn't say.

He could only put his hands behind his back and pretend to be profound and unfathomable.

"cough."

"I am well aware of Su Yuan's strength."

"Otherwise, how could I possibly leave him alone inside?"

Just now.

Several powerful auras broke through the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several Martial Emperors with over 100 million Qi and Blood descended like meteors.

The leader was a burly, one-eyed old man who was blind in his left eye.

Lei Qianjue, the vice president of Shanghai Martial Arts University!

"Old Nie!"

As soon as Lei Qianjue landed, his only remaining right eye stared intently at the churning abyss realm ahead.

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from within, his expression changed drastically.

"What's going on?!"

"Those scum from the Abyss Order actually managed to create a Demon Saint on the outskirts of Kyoto?!"

Lei Qianjue turned to look at Nie Changkong, who was covered in blood.

"Who is fighting the Demon Saint inside?"

"Huo Wusheng has arrived?!"

Faced with Lei Qianjue's repeated questioning.

Nie Changkong fell silent.

He opened his mouth, unsure how to explain.

Could it be that there's a freshman inside?

If Lei Qianjue said that, that old bastard would probably gouge out his eyes on the spot and stomp on them.

Seeing that Nie Changkong remained silent.

The scarred warrior standing next to him couldn't hold back any longer.

He straightened his chest, his tone revealing an exceptionally strong sense of pride.

"Principal Lei!"

"The one fighting the Demon Saint inside wasn't Huo Wusheng!"

"This is Principal Nie's backup plan!"

"Brother Su Yuan!"

Lei Qianjue was stunned for a moment.

"Su Yuan? I've never heard of him."

"What level?"

Scarface King Wu swallowed hard, his voice booming.

"Martial Spirit!"

"Qi and Blood Value: Approximately nine million!"

Quiet.

The surrounding air instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Lei Qianjue stared wide-eyed, his only remaining eye wide open.

The Martial Emperors behind him also looked at Scarface Martial King with expressions of disbelief, as if he were an idiot.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Lei Qianjue laughed in extreme anger.

He grabbed Scarface Wu Wang by the collar.

"A martial spirit with nine million units of health and vitality?"

"Inside, fighting the Demon Saint?!"

"That's the Demon Saint!"

"A demonic saint with over 10 billion units of vital energy and his own abyssal domain!"

"Even if I were to do it myself, I wouldn't be confident!"

"Not being sure means running away!"

"It's not a question of whether we can win or not, it's a question of whether we can escape!!!"

Lei Qianjue pointed to the abyss realm ahead, which was constantly erupting with terrifying roars.

"You're telling me now, a Martial Spirit is fighting a Demon Saint inside?"

"They were evenly matched?"

"Why doesn't he just go to heaven?!"

Scarface King Wu was grabbed by the collar, but he did not back down.

"Principal Lei, I didn't lie!"

"It's not just a matter of give and take."

"It's a one-sided, one-sided beating!"

"You'll understand once you experience it for yourself!"

Lei Qianjue snorted coldly and released his grip.

He closed his single eye, and with his Martial Emperor-level perception, cautiously probed that abyss realm.

next second.

Lei Qianjue shuddered violently!

He sensed it.

A pure and absolute destructive intent, seemingly capable of annihilating everything in the world!

Ferocious!

overbearing!

Moreover, that spear intent actually contained a terrifying spiritual power that even he, a Martial Emperor, felt his soul tremble!