101: This is no pushover; this is clearly a killing machine!

A figure with the aura of a Late Golden Core Stage, bare-chested and as bulky as an artificial hill, walked over.

On its neck was a fat boar's head, its eyes blood-red, and its two tusks, like sharp knives, were stained with fresh blood.

A sneer hung on the corner of its mouth as it toyed with a hairpin belonging to a female Human Race Cultivator.

This made it feel very comfortable.

It vaguely remembered that when the Human Race Cultivators at the cliff saw them appear, they actually dared to resist instead of surrendering.

Especially that Golden Core Stage woman who dared to wrestle with its Blood-Wild Mad Boar clan.

When it pierced her fragile body with its tusks, her expression of despair made it linger on the memory.

This was left by that female Human Race Cultivator; she had clutched it in her hand before dying.

After eating her, the young pig demon had taken a glance at the words engraved on the hairpin during its leisure time and couldn't help but find it funny.

"Tsk tsk tsk, 'Mutual Longing'?"

"I think it's 'Wanting to Die', hahahaha..."

A thick, steady voice sounded.

"How many times have I told you, don't call me Second Uncle outside!"

"Okay, Second Uncle."

The skinny old pig demon in front of him revealed a look of displeasure.

One of his hands was behind his back, with visceral residue clearly visible in his long black fingernails.

In the other hand, he held a bloody human leg. After taking a casual bite, he continued: "That White-robed Figure was specifically named by Lord Black Feather. Every Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect must be tortured and killed by his own hand, understand?"

Lord Black Feather had already made arrangements when he first stepped into this place and saw the Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but he had gone to greet the apprentice of his old rival first, leaving these three to the two of them to handle.

Keep the Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples, the rest are up for grabs.

"Hehe, Lord Black Feather is busy dealing with that Sword Cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect right now, how would he care..."

The bulky pig demon grinned with his bloody mouth and licked his lips. He loved eating young Human Race males the most, especially those with exceptionally handsome features; that taste was truly comfortable.

They had relied on the Magic Treasure clothes bestowed by the First Cave's Yao Emperor to hide nearby. After seeing Shen Nian, he had no interest in eating those Golden Core Stage Cultivators anymore.

The old pig demon glanced at him sideways and said: "Enough, you've already eaten three Human Race blood meals, isn't that enough?"

"Three Golden Core Stage ants, not even enough to get between my teeth," the young pig demon patted his round belly and laughed.

Once these words were spoken, the old pig demon didn't speak further. He liked this nephew of his the most because his personality was most like his own: greedy for human flesh, never knowing when he was full.

But after all, he was still young, having only cultivated for a little over two hundred years, and his Realm was weak. If it weren't for Lord Black Feather leading the team this time, he wouldn't have brought him to the ruins for training.

"Second Uncle, don't worry. Didn't you see that White-robed Figure? He's so young, and he doesn't even carry a sword. Aren't Sword Cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect who don't carry swords just soft persimmons?"

"Rest assured!"

The old pig demon heard this, thought about it, and felt it made some sense, so he gave a signal with his eyes.

"Leave a breath, don't eat him all."

The young pig demon immediately understood, revealing an excited expression, licked his tusks again, and then looked forward, thinking: "Little treasure, here I come..."

The next instant!

The young pig demon's eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and he looked in panic at the figure that had suddenly appeared before him.

His whole body couldn't move at all, and a large hand grabbed his neck, lifting his terrifying body up.

"You..."

At this moment, the young pig demon went numb. His neck was choked, causing his entire head to flush red. An unprecedented fear welled up in his heart, but before he had time to regret or be shocked, that large hand gripped tightly.

Crack!

The indestructible bones of the massive boar head were easily crushed. The young pig demon died on the spot. In death, his expression was incredibly terrified, as if he hadn't expected how such powerful strength could exist beneath the seemingly weak body of this White-robed Figure.

Boom!

Shen Nian looked indifferent and casually threw the young pig demon's corpse aside. Then he swept a glance at the old pig demon. Sensing the aura of Human Race Cultivators on both Great Demons, an Innate fury erupted.

"Concealment Magic Treasure?"

"No wonder I couldn't sense it..."

"The aura of these dead Cultivators... should be from that other cliff."

Shen Nian quickly understood why he hadn't sensed the Yao Race's aura. It was because of the special Magic Treasure clothes refined by the Qingqiu Fox Clan of the Heavenly Demon Realm, which could isolate the Divine Thought probing of Human Race Cultivators and hide Demonic Qi. This thing made even Eastern Profound suffer greatly.

And why were there Human Race deaths? He had killed the ones from the Witch Race, their Young Lord shouldn't be at this level, the others were following him, only that third cliff that hadn't appeared yet...

Although he didn't know them, seeing his own kind slaughtered, Shen Nian's gaze grew colder, and killing intent danced.

This matter couldn't just be counted as a System task...

At this time.

The old pig demon's face changed drastically. The surging killing intent made him feel his scalp tingle.

From the opponent's appearance to killing his nephew, it had only been three breaths; he hadn't even reacted.

With this speed and the strength to easily crush the hard Yao bones of their clan, how could the old pig demon not understand? This was not a soft persimmon at all; this was clearly a God of Slaughter!

Human Race Prodigy??

But he still had extreme confidence in his own strength, especially since he was already at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection. The fact that the Yao Race's Physical Body was far superior to the Human Race was his greatest confidence in making a move.

"Kill!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the old pig demon's two tusks turned into black light, gathering in his hand to form an imposing black saber.

He slashed violently at the White-robed Figure, without any hesitation!

In the Yao Race, some clans can naturally refine the strongest parts of their bodies into their own Magic Treasure, increasing their power several times over.

Under this saber of his, he had beheaded many Nascent Soul Human Race Cultivators. He was a famous Demon King in the Heavenly Demon Cave, and in the future, he could even be elected as the Cave Master.

"Hmm, catching it with bare hands?" The old pig demon revealed a look of astonishment, and then was overjoyed in his heart. He hadn't expected this Human Race Prodigy to be a straw bag?

However, it was only for an instant.

The old pig demon's pupils shrank instantly, as if he had seen something incredible. Fear welled up in his heart. As all his strength surged frantically, he couldn't slash down even a fraction.

Slap!

Shen Nian extended five fingers, firmly gripping the saber, and squeezed hard.

Crack.

The black saber shattered instantly. The White-robed Figure was already in front of him. He threw a punch. The old pig demon's face turned pale. At the critical moment of life and death, he directly manifested his true form, opening his defenses to the max.

Rumble!

The massive pig demon, seven or eight zhang tall, was instantly blasted out of the palace. Its head was blown up by the punch, turning into a blood mist. A fishy, bloody smell permeated the scene.

At the same time.

Xia Youyue heard the huge commotion and rushed over. Seeing the scene before her, her pupils condensed.

"Yao Race?"

"There are Yao Race in these ruins?"

But Shen Nian didn't respond to her, instead taking a step forward and disappearing.

Xia Youyue saw this and immediately turned into a stream of light to chase after him. After passing through a layer of barrier, she saw the tragic scene outside. She couldn't help but tremble, her fists clenched, and her eyes were full of killing intent.

Outside the Alchemy palace Formation.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and the fluctuations of spiritual power explosions. Under a thick tree, Murong Chen's face was pale, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and he was holding several Nascent Soul Talismans in his hand. Beside him were various shattered Magic Treasure trump cards.

"These beasts!!" Murong Chen's face was gloomy as he gritted his teeth and spoke angrily. The Talismans in his hand emitted light, forming a light shield to surround them.

Not far away, several Nascent Soul Great Demons looked playful, continuously gnawing on human flesh. At their feet were dozens of Human Race corpses they had dragged over. Among them, a horse-faced Nascent Soul Great Demon licked the flesh in his hand and stepped on the face of a Golden Core female Cultivator who was only left in half. The appearance was extremely enjoyable.

To do this in front of Human Race Cultivators, what kind of humiliation was it!

"One, two, three, four... seven," Liu Huihui revealed a look of despair. She counted seven Nascent Soul Great Perfection Yao Race in front of her. Plus the one who entered the palace, that was eight in total. Plus a Soul Transformation level Black Feather Yao Emperor...

This lineup...

How could they resist?

What could they use to contend?

They were not the Yao Race of the Great Xia, but Great Demons from the Heavenly Demon Cave who all possessed Divine Abilities!

This made Liu Huihui's heart turn to ash, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Soon, that pig demon, Brother Shen will surely discover it..." Murong Chen said. Subconsciously looking at his space ring, after there were no more Talismans, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Damn it!"

He thought he wouldn't need them coming to the ruins with his older sister.

He didn't bring many!

"No, we must find a way to notify him. It's best if he doesn't appear and goes directly to the next level!"

Liu Huihui's expression was determined as she continued: "His talent is so monstrous, in the future he will surely be the backbone of our Human Race. He cannot be lost here!"

She didn't think Shen Nian could contend against so many Nascent Soul Great Demons!

Even if his talent was monstrous, his cultivation speed fast, and he was a Sword Cultivator with Dual Cultivation, facing eight Nascent Soul Great Perfection Yao Race and one Yao Emperor simultaneously was a dead end!

Within the same Realm, the Yao Race relies on Innate advantages to be stronger than the Human Race before becoming a Daoist. Even if she knew Shen Nian was bound to win one-on-one, one against many was simply impossible!

"Cough, cough... He won't last long..." Lin Qingyue forced his eyes open and said weakly. He hadn't even drawn his sword yet when he was pierced through the right shoulder by the Black Feather Yao Emperor. If it weren't for the desperate fighting of the Purple-Robed Man and Murong Chen's Magic Treasure, he might already be dead.

Not far away.

Boom boom boom!

The fluctuations of spiritual power and Demonic power formed a deafening roar.

The Purple-Robed Man's eyes were red, blood was constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, and tears were flowing. Regardless of his Nascent Soul Foundation being destroyed, he was resisting two Nascent Soul Great Demons alone, while several other Nascent Soul Great Demons stood around watching him with playful expressions.