A Man Like None Other

At this moment, he finally understood that from the moment the Xuan Tian Sword Sect inexplicably launched its attack, everything was orchestrated by this seemingly harmless young man in blue!

It was this young man who had put him in such a predicament, so humiliating and disgraced!

The thought of himself, the dignified master of the Demonic Sect, a seventh-rank Heavenly Immortal, being toyed with by a mere junior in the Human Immortal realm…

Soul Fiend felt a metallic taste rise in his throat, and unable to suppress it any longer, he spat out another mouthful of demonic blood, his aura even weaker.

“Junior! You’re courting death! I will tear you to pieces and refine your soul for a thousand years!!”

Enraged, Soul Fiend completely lost his reason, disregarding his nearly depleted demonic energy and severe injuries, forcibly squeezing out his remaining strength.

The demonic energy around him surged once more, and a pitch-black demonic claw, though far less refined than in its prime, still radiated terrifying power, lunging towards David with a piercing, mournful wail of ten thousand souls!

This strike contained his boundless resentment and killing intent, determined to crush David instantly!

Ling Yunzi, standing to the side, his eyes flickered, neither intervening nor aiding either side.

He too had expended a great deal of energy, and this was a good opportunity to catch his breath and recover a sliver of strength.

he was filled with curiosity and apprehension towards

seventh rank of the Human Immortal Realm, gave him a sense of unfathomable depth. He wanted to see what the other party was relying on to dare

claw that roared towards him carrying overwhelming resentment and killing intent, David’s eyes suddenly

previous playfulness and calmness vanished instantly, replaced by a domineering and

your last gasp, like a lamp running out of oil, you dare to

but simply raised his

primordial, ancient, and domineering aura, like a slumbering

river bursting its banks, accompanied by a faint, high-pitched, majestic dragon roar that resonated from the depths of his bloodline, shaking

power condensed to the

“Holy Light Fist…”

“Boom—!”

simple, unadorned fist directly met the enormous,

of easily crushing an ordinary Celestial Immortal cultivator, shattered the moment it made contact with David’s

striking divine iron; without even a moment’s resistance, it collapsed

and dissipated by

“What?!”