Panic, fear, and terror merged into one. Those at Suinlei Mountain immediately flew away. No one dared look back. Protective formations that could normally withstand the attacks of thousands of cultivators now shattered like glass beneath a footstep. Rocks floated in the air, carried by the vortex of power that had yet to subside. The air felt like molten iron, too dense to breathe, too hot to touch. Several distant mountains collapsed on their own, not because they were directly struck, but because the earth beneath them could no longer withstand the pressure waves that spread like gigantic hammers striking from within. Even the sun seemed to dim for a moment. Its light was swallowed by the storm of energy reaching its peak, causing the shadows across the earth to tremble wildly. Everyone present retreated hundreds of millions of miles away. They flew as fast as their bodies allowed. They did not think about direction. They did not care about destination. The only thing on their

Touba Zhuang did not remain idle. While Jhi Chen attacked and cut down cultivators from the various Protos Clans one after another, the old man busied himself constructing formations. His hands never stopped forming seals, and his eyes glowed crimson. He engraved formation patterns directly from the blood of his own Protos Touba Clan members, as well as from the blood of other Protos Clan members who had already died at Jhi Chen’s hands. That blood was no longer liquid. It solidified, forming deadly sharp weapons that surrounded the sky in symmetrical patterns, creating spears, swords, and razor-sharp blades capable of slicing through mountains. And that was not all. From several other formation patterns, the blood gathered together, churned violently, and merged into something far more terrifying. It directly formed gigantic blood monsters. The size of their palms alone could cover the sun. Each figure floated in the sky like shadows from hell, blanketing the world with a prese

Seeing that Jhi Chen’s strength was far too terrifying, Touba Zhuang could no longer remain here. “I have to leave! I cannot think about the face of the Protos Touba Clan. If I keep thinking about pride, I might also die here!” WHOOSSHH!! However, just as he was about to leave, the air in front of him suddenly trembled. Light bent. Jhi Chen appeared before him and, without any warning, immediately prepared to strike him. Touba Zhuang’s eyes narrowed. But he was no ordinary Holy Elder. His reaction was extremely fast. His fingers danced, creating layered defensive formations. Formation patterns stacked in front of him. Each pattern served a different purpose. Some weakened physical attacks. Some redirected power. Some strengthened internal defenses. In a very short time, fifteen layers of formation patterns were arranged neatly. However, Jhi Chen did not care. BAANG!! BAANG!! BAANG!! BAANG!! BAANG!! Each punch struck a formation pattern. Every layer that shattered resemble

Using Bing He's body, Jhi Chen immediately tore through space and disappeared. The air split apart like paper being ripped. The sound of the tear was extremely sharp, slicing through the ears. “Damn it, I haven't even settled the score with that bastard Bing He, and he's already gone!” An Elder from the Protos Chu Clan growled. His anger was uncontrollable. His eyes reddened and his body tensed. More than ten members of his clan had died to Bing He's chains. He carried a grudge he could never forget. He was certain that after Bing He finished fighting, his strength would definitely decline again, and that would be the moment to avenge his clan members. But all those plans were shattered. Who would have thought that Bing He had already left, and that he could not even sense a trace of him. “Kid, what exactly are you planning that made you take Bing He’s body?” Jin Xuanyuan asked. Jhi Chen stood before him, surrounded by a vast expanse of empty gray sky. Void winds swept across th

Jhi Chen tried clenching his fists. His joints cracked softly. “Ancestor, please punish me for refining hundreds of millions of people, so that everyone in the Seventh Heaven now knows that I practice an evil technique.” His voice was low, but sincere in the suffering he had created himself. The act was so deep that even his injuries were not fake. He had exchanged them for real pain. His clenched hands began bleeding again. “It does not matter if the world knows. Who would dare oppose the Protos Bing Clan? If anyone protests against evil cultivation, I will refine them directly! From the Immortal Era until now, who has never committed evil? Everyone commits evil! Killing happens everywhere, slaughter continues endlessly. But that is not considered evil? Yet when people are refined after death, they call it evil? What kind of concept of evil is that? For the sake of power, there is no evil! There is only becoming stronger by any means necessary!” The Ancestor of the Bing Clan flic