160: Late-stage Golden Immortal? Is that very strong?

The image in the water mirror froze on Su Linger's cold and stunningly beautiful face.

At her feet lay the head of Old Demon Black Mountain, her eyes still wide with the shock of death.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Inside the restaurant, there was absolute silence.

The facial muscles of the Late-stage Golden Immortal expert known as Old Scorpion were twitching violently.

His sinister eyes were fixed intently on the water mirror in Wang Duojin's hand, and deep within them lay uncontrollable shock and fear.

"No... Impossible..."

A wheezing sound like a broken bellows issued from his throat.

"An illusion! This must be an illusion!"

He suddenly raised his head, his blood-red gaze shooting toward Ye Chenfeng like a venomous scorpion.

"Little beast! How dare you use such a clumsy illusion to deceive this old man!"

"This old man will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Before the words had even faded, the terrifying Devilish Qi of his Late-stage Golden Immortal cultivation erupted from within him!

Thick, ink-like Devilish Qi surged into the sky, nearly tearing the roof of the restaurant off!

The entire Dry Bone City trembled under this pressure!

"Senior Brother!"

Wang Duojin's expression changed. He put away his abacus and clutched dozens of Formation Plates in his palm.

"This old thing has gone mad!"

Ye Chenfeng did not speak.

He merely looked calmly at the old man who was acting like a mad demon.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a clown.

"It seems."

"You still haven't understood our Dao."

He sighed.

"In that case."

His hand gripping the sword hilt slowly tightened.

"Then we shall switch to a method you can understand."

"You're courting death!"

Old Scorpion roared!

He could no longer maintain the composure of a Golden Immortal; the string in his heart known as reason had snapped the moment he saw the head of Old Demon Black Mountain!

He formed hand seals, and countless scorpion-shaped demonic patterns emerged from beneath his skin, crawling and spreading!

"True Form of the Demon Scorpion!"

His entire body rapidly expanded and transformed amidst the ear-piercing cracking of bones!

In an instant, he had transformed into a giant Demon Scorpion five zhang tall, pitch-black all over, with ghostly green demonic fire burning on its carapace!

Its eight legs were like blades, and its two pincers were like shears!

The raised scorpion tail, with a venomous hook at the tip, shimmered with a toxic light capable of corroding a Divine Soul!

An aura far more fierce, brutal, and savage than before swept across the entire area!

"Die! Die! Die!"

The Demon Scorpion spoke in human language, emitting a deafening roar!

One of its giant pincers, like a black meteorite from beyond the heavens, smashed down toward Ye Chenfeng and Wang Duojin with a terrifying momentum that tore through space!

The space warped and shattered under this strike!

"Senior Brother! Retreat quickly!"

Wang Duojin's face turned deathly pale; without a second thought, he threw out all the Formation Plates in his hand!

"Ten Thousand Dao · Qiankun Immortal-Locking Formation!"

"Ten Thousand Dao · Zhoutian Star-Fighting Formation!"

"Ten Thousand Dao..."

Dozens of rays of light shot into the sky!

They intertwined in mid-air to form a complex and profound golden Formation diagram!

The Formation diagram, like a heavenly net, barely managed to block that giant pincer!

"Boom—!"

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering explosion!

The entire restaurant could no longer withstand the terrifying impact!

It collapsed with a thunderous crash!

Countless bone building materials, mixed with the debris of tables and chairs, were sent flying into the sky by the violent blast of air, then rained down like a storm!

On the street, all the demonic cultivators looked up at the sky in terror.

They saw that terrifying Demon Scorpion blotting out the sky.

They also saw the golden Formation diagram, crumbling and covered in cracks under the Demon Scorpion's attack.

"It's Old Scorpion! Old Scorpion of the Black Flame Demonic Sect!"

"He has actually revealed his True Form of the Demon Scorpion!"

"Those two brats from the Eastern Region are dead for sure!"

Amidst the smoke and dust.

Wang Duojin spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper.

The Formation Plates he had thrown were all Profound Immortal Rank!

Yet, they couldn't even block a single strike from the opponent!

A Late-stage Golden Immortal is truly this terrifying!

"Senior Brother..."

He looked anxiously to his side.

Ye Chenfeng was still standing.

One hand was pressed on his shoulder, blocking the vast majority of the impact for him.

The other hand was gripping his sword.

A trace of blood also hung from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, taking this strike head-on was not without its cost for him either.

"Third Junior Brother."

Ye Chenfeng spoke, his voice still calm.

"Your Formation is calculated too precisely."

"Precise in calculation, yet lacking in adaptability."

"Sometimes, one plus one does not equal two."

Wang Duojin was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"Watch closely."

Ye Chenfeng did not explain further.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the smoke and dust, landing on the terrifying Demon Scorpion that was raising its giant pincer once again.

The next moment.

He moved.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

The ancient-looking longsword in his hand was slowly raised.

"One sword."

His voice was very soft.

Yet it resounded across this chaotic battlefield like the chanting of the Great Dao.

"Heaven Opening."

A grayish Sword Qi bloomed from the tip of the sword.

The sword light was not dazzling.

It was even somewhat dim.

But the moment it appeared.

The entire world seemed to lose its sound.

The wind stopped.

The dust settled.

The Demon Scorpion's world-destroying roar was also stuck in its throat.

In everyone's eyes, only that gray sword scar remained, as if it were about to split heaven and earth in two.

The sword light swept past.

There was no collision.

There was no explosion.

That black giant pincer, capable of shattering mountains, silently split down the middle the moment it touched the sword light.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Immediately after.

It was the Demon Scorpion's head.

It was its indestructible carapace.

It was its eight hideous jointed legs.

"Shhh—"

A soft sound.

That arrogant giant Demon Scorpion was neatly split into two halves from head to tail!

The ghostly green demonic fire was extinguished.

The two halves of the remains still maintained their attacking posture.

Then, in the eyes of everyone filled with horror, they slowly slid apart to both sides.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two loud thuds, as they slammed into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Old Scorpion's vitality was completely erased.

Along with his Divine Soul, it was ground into the most primitive nothingness by the Chaos Sword Qi under that one sword strike.

Silence.

On the street, all the watching demonic cultivators seemed to have been hit by a freezing spell; one by one, they opened their mouths wide, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

One sword.

Slain, a Late-stage Golden Immortal!

What the hell kind of god-tier plot is this?

Wang Duojin was also stunned.

He looked at Ye Chenfeng, who was slowly sheathing his sword, and then at the two halves of the Demon Scorpion corpse on the ground that were still emitting black Qi.

He swallowed hard.

"Se... Senior Brother..."

"This sword of yours..."

"Is called, Heaven Opening?"

"This, goddammit, should be called Heaven and Earth Opening!"

Ye Chenfeng ignored his complaint.

He walked over to the two halves of the corpse, his brows slightly furrowed.

"What a waste."

He shook his head.

He could feel that Old Scorpion's essence of demonic energy was rapidly dissipating.

Just at this moment.

A black shadow, like a ghost, appeared silently beside the corpse.

It was Ye Wushang.

No one knew when he had arrived.

He crouched down, extended his pale fingers, and lightly tapped the Demon Scorpion's corpse.

A visible stream of pure Devilish Qi, mixed with boundless life essence, was absorbed into his body like a creek.

He closed his eyes, a look of enjoyment appearing on his face.

"Not a bad taste."

He licked his lips and said hoarsely.

"Sixth Junior Brother?" Wang Duojin was startled. "When did you get here?"

Ye Wushang did not answer.

He merely raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Chenfeng.

"Senior Brother."

"Your sword has become faster."

"But, it has also become more wasteful."

Ye Chenfeng: "..."

He felt as if he had been looked down upon.