SWUUUUUUNG! BZZZZZZT! The ten lights from the killing formation of the Hun Clan’s young members began to buzz violently. The sound roared, splitting the clouds and casting a dazzling, multicolored flash toward the main battlefield. From a distance, the visual explosion of energy looked grand, successfully recapturing the full attention of the besiegers. "Tsk! Are they completely brainless?!" "Just let them be... Our focus is to kill the three elders of the Hun Clan first, then we'll deal with the rest of them!" However, behind the curtain of the thundering light, the true energy manipulation had only just begun. "Juanyi, now!" Alex commanded, his voice as cold as ice amidst the howling wind of the valley. "Yes, Master!" Juanyi did not waste a single second. Taking a deep breath, the silver aura around his body exploded, interacting with the spatial laws around him. His hands moved at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, forming a series of intricate hand seals.SWUUUUUNG

Hearing Alex’s stern and emphatic instructions, the three elders of the Hun Clan did not dare to utter a single word of protest. They immediately gestured to the ten younger members of the clan to move in a tight formation, ensuring no one would become separated during the journey. Wuuuush! Wuuuush! The blur of their moving figures continuously pierced through the thick fog and the valley's deathly aura, which was now slowly being eroded by the residual heat of the God-Slaying Lotus. Alex and Juanyi flew casually at the very rear, maintaining the highest level of vigilance in case reinforcements from the Heavenly Hall or the Xiao Clan caught wind of the battle. However, just as their feet were about to step onto the outer boundary of the Demon Valley... BZZZZZZZZT! The air in front of them suddenly vibrated violently. A circular spatial fluctuation appeared out of nowhere, emitting a blinding beam of silvery light. Not long after, a massive teleportation array manifested upon

Thud. Juanyi could no longer bear the crushing weight of the emotional pressure and his master's piercing gaze. Both of his knees slammed into the shattered, rocky ground, bowing so low that his head almost touched the earth. His shoulders trembled violently, and his clenched fists gripped the sharp gravel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Drip... Drip... The tears of regret that he had suppressed for thousands of years finally fell, wetting the dry earth beneath him. "Master... Forgive us... Please punish this useless final disciple of yours!" Juanyi’s voice shook violently, choked by a suffocating tightness in his chest. Alex did not answer. He remained standing still, letting the silence of the Demon Valley bear mute witness to his disciple's anguish. However, the ripples of Qi surrounding Alex's body gradually softened, shifting into a swirling aura filled with deep curiosity and profound concern. "Speak, Juanyi," Alex commanded, his tone softening as if granting J

Hearing the words "mangy dog" spoken so calmly yet laden with such profound contempt, the atmosphere in the lobby of the Nine Clouds Inn instantly froze. Several rogue cultivators drinking in another corner immediately stopped what they were doing, holding their breath. They knew exactly who that bald youth was. Who else could it be but Zhao Kang, one of the core disciples of the Holy Bell Sect, notorious for his cruelty and lawlessness in the Starry Sky City. "Dammit! What did that bastard just say?!" BRAAAACK! A Holy Bell Sect disciple sitting next to Zhao Kang slammed his hand on the table, shattering the spiritual wine cups upon it into countless shards. His face flushed crimson with suppressed rage, feeling the sect's pride being trampled upon in public. Zhao Kang himself bolted upright, his twisted, lecherous smirk warping into a hideous distortion of pure fury. The cultivation aura of a four-star Early God realm exploded from his body, weighing heavily upon the air inside

Three streaks of soul projection in the form of small golden dragons shot out from Alex’s forehead, plunging directly into the ocean of medicinal liquid. BZZZZZZT! Obeying its creator's command, the golden ocean spun wildly, condensing at a speed that defied all logic. Billions of energy strands from the mountain of heaven-grade and divine-grade stones around them were forcefully sucked in, serving as fuel to perfect this condensation process. One hour... two hours... until finally, flashes of artificial tribulation lightning struck across the sky of the Soul World. CRACK! Three pillars of red-gold celestial light pierced through the cosmic mist. Floating at the center of these light pillars were three perfectly round, thumb-sized pills. These pills no longer contained any impurities; their surfaces were coated with nine lively, moving golden cloud patterns—the symbol of one hundred percent purity, the Perfect Divine Pill. They had almost reached the Celestial tier. Even more te