441: May I ask your name, senior?

Poof!

Like the soft pop of a bursting bubble.

That illusory Primordial Spirit, which represented the second life of a Soul Transformation Cultivator and should have been extremely difficult to eradicate,

Upon contact with the invisible Heart Sword, couldn't even struggle, melting and disintegrating like snow thrown into the scorching sun,

Instantly dissolving into faint black specks of light, completely vanishing between heaven and earth!

Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

From Yao Delong's strike to Hun Ya's complete annihilation, the entire process was as fast as lightning!

A lightly injured Early Stage Soul Transformation Devil Head, a formidable enemy wielding a bizarre demonic banner that forced Ling Xuzi to self-destruct,

Before this Nascent Soul Perfection young man, was like a clay chicken or a pottery dog, utterly crushed... instant-killed!

Lin Feng, who had just arrived at the foot of the mountain, stood with his mouth agape, his mid-grade heavenly artifact Flying Sword clattering onto the scorching rocks, yet he was completely oblivious.

The grief, determination, and the heavy burden of entrusting his final wishes on his face had all frozen into extreme stupefaction and bewilderment.

What did he just see? Nascent Soul Great Perfection... slaying a Soul Transformation Cultivator? And an instant kill at that?!

The other three Myriad Sword Valley Disciples were like clay sculptures and wooden carvings, their minds blank, even forgetting to breathe.

They had just been discussing how to use their lives to hold back the Devil Head and cover Han Ruyan and this 'Fellow Daoist's' escape,

They had even prepared to bravely die... But, this 'Fellow Daoist'... no,

This Senior... with a raise of his hand, just annihilated that Devil Head who had driven them to despair?

The immense cognitive shock made them feel as if the entire world had become unreal.

Han Ruyan's ice-blue eyes were now surging with unprecedented tempestuous waves!

She saw more clearly and felt more deeply than anyone else!

That dark red flame that incinerated ten thousand Souls in an instant, that domineering Sword Intent that could burn the heavens and boil the seas, melt gold and refine iron,

That formless and insubstantial, yet terrifying Heart Sword that instantly annihilated a Soul Transformation Primordial Spirit... all of this far exceeded her cognitive limit of 'Nascent Soul Great Perfection'!

She had previously guessed that this person had hidden his cultivation, and was definitely not in the Middle Golden Core Stage.

But when the Aura of Nascent Soul Great Perfection was revealed, although she was surprised,

She still believed that facing the Soul Transformation Stage Hun Ya with its strange demonic banner, the chances of victory were slim.

She even prepared to die alongside her Senior Brother and Senior Sisters to cover this person's transmission of information.

But reality... gave her a resounding slap!

A Nascent Soul Cultivator slaying a Soul Transformation Cultivator! And such a clean, crushing instant kill!

How was this a slim chance of victory? This was clearly... an overwhelming defeat! Absolute suppression!

Her gaze was fixed on the figure in the green robe, slowly sheathing his sword, his clothes fluttering.

He stood where Hun Ya had turned to ash, molten lava beneath his feet,

His expression calm and unruffled, as if he had merely casually swatted a fly.

That Aura, profound as the sea yet utterly domineering,

Made her feel a tremor deep in her Soul and a sense of... insignificance.

"Who... exactly is he?"

This question, like a curse, echoed wildly in her heart, a hundred times stronger than ever before!

This was no ordinary Nascent Soul Great Perfection Cultivator!

His hidden identity, his terrifying strength, the Eighth Order Peak White Flood Dragon on his shoulder... all of it was like an unfathomable mystery!

Yao Delong ignored the petrified gazes behind him.

His attention fell on the Soul Devouring Banner, which, though its spiritual light was dim,

Still remained intact and lay quietly on the ground.

"To remain undamaged under the dual impact of Scorching Sun Blaze and Earth Core Blazing Flame Fire... the grade of this demonic artifact must not be low."

A flicker of inquisitive light crossed his eyes. This demonic banner could absorb Souls to enhance its power,

Even forcing the Mid-stage Soul Transformation Ling Xuzi to self-destruct; its core material and refining method were probably not simple.

With a thought, an invisible force swept up the demonic banner and placed it into his storage ring.

At the foot of the silent mountain, only the gurgling sound of flowing lava and the lingering hot Sword Intent,

Silently recounted the astonishing instant kill that had just occurred.

Han Ruyan, Lin Feng, and the other five were like people waking from an absurd and bizarre nightmare,

Or perhaps falling into another, even more incredible illusion.

They stood stiffly in place, their gazes fixed on the figure in the green robe,

Watching him casually collect the tattered but still ominous Soul Devouring Banner,

And Hun Ya's dim Storage Ring, into his possession, as if dusting off dirt.

His movements were fluid and calm, to a heart-stopping degree.

"Th-thank you, Senior, for saving us! Your great kindness, the Disciples of Myriad Sword Valley will never forget!"

Lin Feng was the first to react, suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart,

He bowed deeply, his voice trembling uncontrollably and filled with heartfelt reverence.

The three Disciples behind him also awoke from their daze, hastily bowing in 禮, their postures extremely respectful.

Senior!

This address, at this moment, felt incredibly natural to them, even self-evident.

Nascent Soul Great Perfection? That was just an illusion!

To be able to effortlessly instant-kill a lightly injured Soul Transformation Cultivator wielding a bizarre demonic banner,

This was definitely some unfathomable Senior expert who was playing in the mortal world!

To pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger? Too normal!

Yao Delong nodded slightly in response. His gaze swept over everyone, his tone calm and unruffled:

"The Devil Cultivator has been executed, and this matter is concluded. The Demon Skeleton Mountain Range is dangerous, not a place for you to linger. Depart quickly."

His words carried an undeniable implication, also pointing out that this place was not safe, and subtly conveying the intention to see them off.

Everyone's hearts tightened, naturally understanding that it was a great kindness for this 'Senior' to have killed Hun Ya,

To further ask him to pursue another, more powerful Mid-stage Soul Transformation Devil Cultivator, Hun Jiu, would be to push one's luck and be ungrateful.

"Yes! We will obey Senior's instructions!"

Lin Feng and the others quickly responded. Although they harbored hatred for Hun Jiu,

They also knew the priorities; the most urgent task was to leave alive and report the news back to their Sect.

Only Han Ruyan's ice-blue eyes remained tightly fixed on Yao Delong,

Her cold and stunningly beautiful face was now interwoven with intense shock, gratitude, and a lingering... sense of familiarity!

"Senior..."

She raised her head, her gaze falling on Yao Delong's ordinary face, which still had a bit of dust on his forehead,

Seemingly unwilling, and also seemingly wanting to verify a certain guess,

"Senior has bestowed upon us a regenerating grace. May I ask Senior's name and immortal mountain? So that Junior may repay you by tying grass and holding rings in the future!"

This renewed inquiry carried a sense of persistence before their departure.

Yao Delong met her clear, ice-shard-like eyes, his thoughts subtly shifting.

Previously, when he displayed 'Middle Golden Core Stage' cultivation, these few people were not arrogant,

Instead, fearing they would implicate him, they actively asked him to leave, even entrusting their last wishes and offering their personal Flying Sword.

This 'Cultivator's righteousness,' quite rare among Disciples of first-rate immortal Sects, earned them a bit more recognition from him.

Giving a name wouldn't hurt.

With his decision made, the Thousand Mechanisms Formless Art quietly reversed.

The veil-like obscure Qi that enveloped his face and figure silently receded like ripples in water.

The young man standing before everyone no longer had any trace of his previous ordinary or concealed Aura.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted towards his temples, sharpness hidden within;

His star-like eyes were deep as an abyss, seemingly containing myriad star rivers, with a sharp brilliance in their calmness that made people dare not look directly;

His nose bridge was prominent, his lip line clear, outlining a face that could be called handsome and refined, gathering the spiritual essence of heaven and earth.

Especially that Aura, which could no longer be concealed as the disguise faded,

Fierce as a scorching sun furnace yet condensed as a deep cold pond, it shook their hearts and minds!