234: Who are you? How dare you impersonate someone from my Netherworld Palace?

Accompanying this roar, a hunched figure exuding suffocating pressure appeared as if out of thin air, directly blocking Xiao Ruobai and the deadly short dagger!

The newcomer's figure was not particularly tall, even a bit hunched, but a terrifying aura, like a volcano that had been dormant for eons and could incinerate the heavens and boil the seas once it erupted, permeated the air!

His might was so great that it firmly suppressed everyone else present!

He didn't even look at the attacking assassin, merely casually raised a withered hand, and gently brushed away the black short dagger that contained the full power of a Peak Saint and tore through the Void Realm!

Yes, just a brush! As light as dusting away dirt!

"Pop~"

A faint, almost inaudible crisp sound.

The black short dagger, of extremely high grade and imbued with Elder Ying's killing intent, shattered into pieces the moment it touched that withered hand, as if fragile Liuli had collided with divine iron!

The dense Death Qi and terrifying Saint power Entanglement around it, as if encountering their nemesis, instantly melted, annihilated, and turned into nothingness!

The entire process had no earth-shattering explosions, no violent energy Impact, only an absolute, crushing control of power!

"What?!"

Elder Ying's pupils constricted, and a storm raged in his heart!

His sure-kill strike was eliminated so easily?! The other party didn't even use any Divine Ability, just a casual brush?!

He felt as if the power he had gathered had sunk into the sea, disappearing without a trace, and an unprecedented sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body!

The blurry, hunched figure then slowly turned its head to look at Elder Ying.

Although he couldn't see the gaze clearly, Elder Ying felt as if he had been targeted by a prehistoric beast, and his blood was about to freeze!

In the distance, all the observing Cultivators were completely petrified!

The air seemed to solidify, and even breathing stopped.

Again, again, again... another one?!!!

What day is it today?! Are Saints holding a tea party?! Popping out one after another?!

"My heavens! This aura is terrifying! Stronger than the previous ones!"

Someone squeezed out this sentence with a hoarse voice, as if using all their strength.

Numb, truly numb.

From the appearance of the first Venerable Ku Xuan, to the second mysterious Body Cultivator Saint who extinguished a Saint with one punch, and then to the third Netherworld Hall assassin who suddenly attacked... In a short period, three Saint-level beings appeared consecutively, already stretching their nerves to the limit and shocking them into near-numbness.

But before they could catch their breath, the fourth! The fourth Saint appeared! And it was a Peak Saint! That terrifying, dead silent pressure made all their Souls tremble!

Just when they thought this was the limit, and their hearts were about to stop beating—

The fifth! The fifth Saint appeared! And this one... this one's aura. The casual brush that annihilated a Peak Saint's sure-kill strike with such nonchalance, that terrifying pressure that seemed to freeze time and make all things submit... This was no longer a question of strength, this was an existence on a completely different, incomprehensible level!

Everyone's minds went blank, and their thoughts completely stopped.

"What in the world is happening? When did Saints become so worthless?"

The situation before them had completely exceeded their comprehension.

When Shi Wanshan saw this figure appear, his heart immediately relaxed, knowing that the Great Ancestor had made a move, but on the surface, he cooperatively displayed a look of surprise and uncertainty, vigilantly watching the newly appeared third party.

The Incarnation of the Shadow retreated a distance, as if also evaluating this sudden variable.

Elder Ying was horrified in his heart, knowing that the plan had completely failed, and the mission was already a failure.

Just as he was about to flee, he heard a cold voice speak first, not from the hunched figure, but from the Incarnation of the Shadow confronting Shi Wanshan!

The Incarnation no longer paid attention to Shi Wanshan, but stared fixedly at the suddenly appearing Elder Ying, his voice filled with undisguised doubt and icy killing intent.

"Who are you? How dare you impersonate someone from my Netherworld Hall?!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire audience was shocked!

Impersonating?!

The Cultivators watching from a distance heard a buzzing in their heads, and the amount of information instantly exploded!

"What? Impersonating? That assassin was an impersonator?!"

"The Netherworld Hall's assassin said it himself! This... what's going on?!"

"My heavens! Is there a third party involved?!"

Elder Ying was also startled, but reacted extremely quickly, immediately arguing fiercely in a hoarse voice.

"Presumptuous! What do you know! This is because the Hall Master was not at ease with you carrying out such an important task alone, so he specifically ordered this Venerable to follow in secret, just in case! When our Netherworld Hall does things, we always strive for absolute certainty!"

He tried to use higher authority and the Hall Master's secret order to suppress the other party and maintain the disguise of the Netherworld Hall.

However, the Incarnation of the Netherworld Hall, upon hearing this, his face, shrouded in Death Qi, seemed to twitch, and he felt like cursing.

"Bullshit! I am the Hall Master of the Eastern Region! When the hell did I send you?! Why don't I know?!"

This clumsy lie completely infuriated him. Although his original intention was to act, being publicly used as a front for dirty work was a blame he could not bear!

"Hmph! Utter nonsense! When did my Netherworld Hall have someone like you? Hiding your head and showing your tail, not even daring to reveal your true face!"

The Incarnation sneered, no longer wasting words, and took action abruptly while Elder Ying was still intimidated by the Great Ancestor's figure and his mind was in turmoil!

His figure was like lightning, not attacking Elder Ying himself, but going straight for the Netherworld Hall's standard black robe on his body!

Death Qi condensed into a blade at his fingertips, slashing out like lightning!

Elder Ying was furious and shocked! He never expected this "accomplice" from the Netherworld Hall to suddenly turn against him, and with such a tricky target!

He instinctively wanted to circulate his Saint power to push the opponent away, and at the same time, counterattack with a palm strike—

But just as his Saint power was about to rise!

An invisible, formless, yet terrifying pressure that seemed to suppress all heavens, descended like a mountain of billions of feet, precisely covering his body!

It was that hunched figure!

Elder Ying only felt his body sink, as if he had fallen into an endless swamp. The Saint power he had just raised instantly froze, and even lifting a finger became incredibly difficult!

He felt like an insect solidified in amber, possessing the cultivation of a Peak Saint, but unable to mobilize even a shred of power!

He could only watch helplessly as the Incarnation of the Netherworld Hall's finger-blade approached!

This absolute suppression filled his heart with surging horror and despair!

"Rip—!"

A crisp sound of tearing cloth echoed particularly harshly in the dead silent valley!

The special black robe, under the Incarnation's precise attack, was torn and shattered without suspense, turning into fluttering scraps of cloth!

Beneath the black robe, Elder Ying's original attire was revealed—an inner Dharma robe flowing with pure radiant light, embroidered with the unique cloud pattern symbol of the Glazed Holy Land!

The simulated Netherworld Death Qi around him also instantly dissipated, revealing the pure and vast Saint power fluctuations unique to a Cultivator of the Glazed Holy Land!

The evidence was conclusive! Irrefutable!

The entire valley fell into a deathly silence. Everyone who witnessed this scene understood what it meant.

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