161: How should we divide this body?

The street had become a ruin.

The skeletal remains of the collapsed restaurant looked like the carcass left behind after a giant beast had feasted.

The air was permeated with the acrid stench of Devilish Qi, the pungent smell of blood, and a trace of faint, lingering Chaos Sword Intent.

All the demonic cultivators froze in place, like ice-sealed sculptures.

Their gazes were fixed rigidly upon the three figures in the center of the scene.

One in green robes stood with a sword, looking calm and composed.

One in black robes was squatting on the ground, currently "eating."

And there was a fatty with a pained expression, clutching an abacus in his hand that creaked as he squeezed it.

"Wasteful, this is too wasteful!"

Wang Duojin looked at the two halves of the giant Old Scorpion corpse on the ground, his heart bleeding.

"Senior Brother, look, this is the true body of a Late-stage Golden Immortal Old Scorpion!"

"This carapace, if used to forge Immortal Armor, would be at least a High Grade Immortal Artifact!"

"The poison extracted from this stinger could kill a True Immortal with a single drop!"

"And this flesh and blood, if used to feed the Sect's Spirit Beasts, would save so much on feed costs!"

He was heartbroken, almost beating his chest and stomping his feet.

"You just split it in two with a single sword strike!"

"The essence is almost all gone! What a massive loss of assets!"

Ye Wushang raised his head, a flush of satisfaction flashing across his pale face.

He licked his lips.

"The flavor has indeed diminished by seventy percent."

He looked at Ye Chenfeng, giving his professional assessment very seriously.

Ye Chenfeng's temple twitched imperceptibly.

He sheathed his sword, ignoring the two Junior Brothers—one grieving over money, the other over ingredients.

His sword strike did indeed have flaws.

In pursuit of ultimate severance and destruction, he had neglected to restrain his power.

This was a manifestation of his unstable power after devouring the Sword Emperor's Origin and the Devil Emperor's remnant soul.

It seemed his cultivation in the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb was still insufficient.

"Ahem."

Wang Duojin cleared his throat, the pained expression vanishing instantly, replaced by an incredibly shrewd commercial gleam.

He scanned the surrounding demonic cultivators who didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

His small eyes narrowed into slits.

"Everyone, you all saw it, right?"

He cleared his throat, his voice resonant.

"The Black Flame Demonic Sect is done for."

"Even an Elder at the Late-stage Golden Immortal level was taken out by our Senior Brother in a single strike."

"This kind of sunset industry has absolutely no investment value!"

He paused, changed his tone, and revealed his signature, amiable smile.

"But the Myriad Dao Divine Sect is different!"

"We are a rising sunrise industry! We represent the future development direction of the Immortal Realm!"

"Now, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity lies before you!"

He pulled a large stack of brand new, glittering golden cards from his robes.

"The Myriad Dao Merchant Guild Western Region branch is officially open for business today!"

"Sign up for a membership now to enjoy our grand opening promotion: twenty percent off everything!"

"For the first one hundred people to sign up, I will personally gift you a trial voucher for a Great Recovery Pill, personally refined by our Fifth Senior Sister!"

"Don't miss out if you're passing by!"

The entire street of Dry Bone City fell into a strange, dead silence.

All the demonic cultivators looked at the fatty, who was busy promoting sales next to a Golden Immortal corpse, as if he were a lunatic.

Is this guy crazy?

However, before they could react.

"Boom!"

A wave of tyrannical, peerless golden Dragon Qi erupted from outside the city like a volcanic explosion!

That pressure was pure, overbearing, and filled with the destructive aura of the Primordial Era!

It actually forced all the demonic cultivators in the city to have weak knees, almost causing them to kneel!

"What... what is this power?!"

"A Dragon! It's Dragon might! Such terrifying Dragon might!"

Amidst the crowd's horrified gazes.

A golden figure, carrying a dark golden dragon emperor halberd, walked in from the city gate step by step.

With every step he took, the ground trembled slightly.

The person who arrived had golden hair and golden eyes, handsome and majestic.

It was none other than Zhao Wuyou.

He saw Ye Chenfeng in the center of the scene at a glance, as well as the two halves of the giant Old Scorpion corpse on the ground.

His brows furrowed instantly.

In those golden eyes, undisguised disappointment ignited, along with a trace of eager Battle Intent.

"Senior Brother."

His voice was low and hoarse.

"I arrived late."

He slammed the dragon emperor halberd in his hand heavily onto the ground!

"Boom!"

The hard, bone-like ground cracked instantly!

"This one was yours."

"The next one is mine."

Simple and direct.

Wang Duojin rolled his eyes at this Fourth Junior Brother, who was radiating an aura of "I want to fight."

Another troublesome one had arrived.

Just then.

Several equally powerful auras of Devilish Qi rose from the other end of the street.

Seven or eight young demonic cultivators, dressed in the attire of different Sects, hurried over while surrounding a youth with a delicate, effeminate face who held a white bone folding fan.

The youth wore luxurious black brocade robes, and his cultivation had reached the Perfection of the True Immortal Realm.

He saw the gruesome Old Scorpion corpse on the ground at a glance.

His pupils constricted sharply.

"Old Scorpion!"

A follower behind him let out a cry of disbelief!

"How is this possible! Old Scorpion was at the Late-stage Golden Immortal level! Who could kill him?!"

The Effeminate Youth's gaze moved slowly, finally landing on the four of them: Ye Chenfeng, Zhao Wuyou, Wang Duojin, and Ye Wushang.

A flash of suspicion and deep wariness crossed his eyes.

But he did not act as recklessly or impulsively as Mo Kui.

Instead, he smiled slightly at Ye Chenfeng and cupped his hands in a salute.

"I am Ghost Fiend of the Seven Fiends Valley."

"Greetings, Fellow Daoists."

"I wonder, how did this Old Scorpion of the Black Flame Demonic Sect offend you all?"

His posture was very humble.

But in his slightly narrowed eyes, a cold, snake-like light flickered.

Wang Duojin's eyes rolled, and he immediately spoke first.

"Oh, you mean this pile of trash on the ground?"

He kicked the corpse of Old Scorpion with his foot, looking utterly disgusted.

"It's nothing much."

"He just wanted to kill our Senior Brother and steal our Senior Brother's Magic Treasure."

"So, our Senior Brother just split him with one sword strike."

"It's that simple."

The smile on Ghost Fiend's face stiffened slightly.

The young demonic cultivators behind him all changed color!

Split a Late-stage Golden Immortal with one sword strike?

Is this fatty telling a fairy tale?

"Heh, this Fellow Daoist surely knows how to joke."

Ghost Fiend laughed dryly.

"Although Old Scorpion had a bit of a temper, he wouldn't..."

His words were not yet finished.

Zhao Wuyou moved.

He simply took a step forward.

"Boom!"

That tyrannical pressure belonging to the Primordial Dragon God descended without reservation!

Ghost Fiend and everyone behind him felt as if an ancient, primordial mountain had slammed down onto their Divine Souls!

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Except for Ghost Fiend, the Heavenly Immortal and True Immortal Realm demonic cultivators behind him couldn't even hold on for a single breath!

Their knees buckled in unison, and they knelt to the ground!

Each of them was pale, sweating profusely!

Ghost Fiend's face also turned incredibly ugly instantly!

He circulated the demonic energy within his body crazily, barely resisting the pressure that made his Divine Soul tremble!

His legs were shaking!

"You..."

He looked at Zhao Wuyou in horror, unable to utter a single word.

"Scram."

Zhao Wuyou only said one word.

Ghost Fiend's face turned the color of liver instantly!

He was the Young Lord of the Seven Fiends Valley!

He was a top ten Prodigy among the younger generation in the Western Region!

When had he ever suffered such a great humiliation!

But he dared not move.

He did not doubt for a second that if he dared to say a single word of "no."

This golden-haired man before him would, without hesitation, smash him and everyone behind him into meat paste with one swing of his halberd!

Just at this tense moment.

A gentle, emerald-green light, filled with the breath of life, swept across the entire street like a spring breeze.

A woman wearing a goose-yellow dress, with a gentle and graceful temperament, appeared out of thin air.

As soon as she appeared, the thick stench of blood and Devilish Qi in the air was largely purified.

All the demonic cultivators who smelled this aura felt that the hidden injuries left behind from cultivating Demonic Techniques had eased significantly.

It was Gongsun Yan.

She glanced at the corpse on the ground, then looked at the slightly pale Wang Duojin, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.

"Third Senior Brother, did you use the Formation Plate recklessly again?"

She walked up to Wang Duojin and, without a word, stuffed a jade-green Medicinal Pill into his mouth.

Immediately after.

A figure filled with Noble Spirit also appeared.

Bai Jinnian held a book, glanced at Ghost Fiend and the others nearby, and shook his head.

"Bullying others with power, only to be suppressed by power in return."

"Pathetic, lamentable."

Chen Qianhuan and Hua Ying appeared silently like two shadows in an inconspicuous corner of a rooftop.

As if they had been there all along.

All eight Personal Disciples had arrived. (The second and tenth did not come.)

Eight distinct, yet equally terrifying auras intertwined.

The sharpness of the sword.

The tyranny of the dragon.

The shrewdness of wealth.

The coldness of the devil.

The vitality of medicine.

The nobility of literature.

The guile of shadows.

Ghost Fiend completely collapsed.

He could no longer hold on, his legs went soft, and with a "thump," he knelt down.

In his eyes, only endless fear remained.

Monsters!

These f*cking people are a bunch of monsters!

"Senior Brother."

Ye Chenfeng nodded at the group.

"Since everyone is here, let's have a meeting."

He scanned the circle, and finally, his gaze landed on the two halves of the giant Old Scorpion corpse on the ground.

"First item on the agenda."

"How shall we split this corpse?"