67: After refining Qi for 100,000 years, he is still so vulnerable!

Boom...

Just as Ling Xiao was still in shock, a deafening explosion suddenly occurred within the Ling Clan's territory.

The sound was like the sky collapsing and the earth rending, vibrating so intensely that it seemed to shatter the entire world.

Looking towards the sound, countless magnificent buildings instantly collapsed, turning into a pile of ruins.

The majestic architecture, in the face of this powerful force, was as fragile and vulnerable as a sandcastle.

The collapsing structures collided with each other, emitting a series of chilling shattering sounds.

For a moment, smoke and dust billowed, obscuring the sky.

The terrifying aftershocks generated by this spread rapidly in all directions like surging waves.

Wherever it passed, many cultivators of the Ling Clan had no time to dodge and were mercilessly swept into it by this force.

A moment later, around where it fell, there was a vast, shocking scene.

Countless bodies lay haphazardly, piled up like mountains, and fresh blood stained the entire territory of the Ling Clan red.

Wails of agony and groans of pain intertwined, truly like a living hell!

And in the midst of the ruins, the current Clan Head of the Ling Clan, a quasi-emperor level powerhouse, lay covered in blood, on the verge of death.

His clothes were tattered, and his exposed skin was covered with terrifying scars from Dao injuries.

Shocking fresh blood continuously gushed from his wounds, dyeing the ground beneath him a vivid red.

Before he could even recover, the Donkey Head Demon descended from high above like a falling star, carrying endless pressure.

Then, with a loud "bang," a huge deep pit was smashed into the ground.

The Donkey Head Demon stood firmly within it, directly stepping on the Clan Head of the Ling Clan.

"Ah...!"

In just an instant, the incomparably tragic scream of the Clan Head of the Ling Clan resounded throughout the entire Ling Clan's territory.

The sound was filled with pain and despair, as if it would tear one's soul apart.

"It's over!"

As soon as the Donkey Head Demon finished speaking, he violently grabbed his head, the movement brutal and decisive.

Subsequently, a strange power surged from his hand, instantly refining the head of the Clan Head of the Ling Clan.

In the blink of an eye, the Clan Head of the Ling Clan turned into a wisp of flying ash, calmly dissipating.

As if he had never existed in this world... One could say he died a truly aggrieved death; he lost his life before even manifesting his quasi-emperor dharma idol.

He was then refined by the Donkey Head Demon with one hand, never to enter reincarnation for all eternity!

Such a tragic end truly left one with endless regret.

"You... you are truly going too far!"

Witnessing his clansmen die before his eyes, Ling Xiao, in a fit of rage, instantly plunged into madness.

At this moment, his long robe flapped wildly in the strong wind, as if venting the endless anger in his heart.

Furthermore, a monstrous killing intent emanated from him.

That killing intent spread like a tangible substance, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.

At the same time, a startlingly cold light gleamed in his deep eyes.

Like arctic ice, it sent shivers down one's spine.

Seeing this, the Pangolin remained silent, merely smiling faintly at the corner of his mouth.

That smile was filled with disdain and provocation, as if mocking Ling Xiao's incompetence.

Then, black qi suddenly swirled and ascended around him, and he once again charged at Ling Xiao.

After a frantic struggle, Ling Xiao and the Pangolin actually seemed to be evenly matched.

Their figures intertwined in the void, and each collision and struggle caused ripples of energy, constantly annihilating space.

"Your power is immense, but the Qi Refinement Realm is still the Qi Refinement Realm. Today, you are destined to die!"

After the Pangolin finished speaking, his figure flickered, and he had already slammed a palm into Ling Xiao's chest!

Immediately, with a "puff," Ling Xiao directly spat out a mouthful of old blood and retreated frantically.

Ling Xiao disregarded his own injuries and immediately let out a low roar, "Sword, come!"

The sound was like an ancient summons, carrying endless majesty.

In an instant, surging immortal power immediately gathered in his palm.

The light was dazzling, like a scorching sun.

In a moment, it condensed into a terrifying sword glow that exuded an aura comparable to a quasi-emperor weapon.

The sword glow was incredibly sharp, as if it could cut through everything in the world, emanating a chilling aura.

Xuan Tianchen looked at this scene and couldn't help but sneer, "Is this the 'everything can be a sword' technique? How flashy!"

His laughter was filled with contempt and disdain, as if Ling Xiao's ultimate move was nothing more than a childish trick in his eyes.

"Don't waste time, Donkey Head Demon, you go too!"

Xuan Tianchen's expression was cold, and his tone carried a hint of urgency and impatience.

"Yes, Master!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Donkey Head Demon instantly appeared beside the Pangolin.

At this moment, the two stood together, black qi swirling around them, that eerie aura constantly churning and surging.

The might of a quasi-emperor was vast and mighty, like invisible giant waves crashing in all directions, making people dare not look directly.

Even a single glance would cause a shiver from the depths of one's soul.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

However, in just a moment, his gaze became resolute, and he fiercely unleashed a sword strike.

The sword's momentum was sharp, carrying an unyielding determination.

Seeing this, the Pangolin and the Donkey Head Demon seemed to have a telepathic connection, both condensing two black spears from their black qi at the same time.

On the spears, strange runes flickered, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

With a fierce swing, the two easily blocked Ling Xiao's sword strike.

Immediately after, working together, their offensive surged towards Ling Xiao like a torrential storm.

The sharp moves and fierce attacks immediately forced Ling Xiao to retreat repeatedly.

In just a moment, he was covered in injuries, and a series of shocking wounds became visible.

The wounds crisscrossed, and blood continuously gushed out, instantly staining his clothes.

Before he could catch his breath, the Pangolin and the Donkey Head Demon unleashed a sweeping attack.

Unable to resist, Ling Xiao's figure instantly plunged into the ruins below like a falling meteor.

With a loud "boom," a huge deep pit was smashed into the ground, and smoke and dust filled the air.

A short while later, as the smoke and dust dissipated... "I never thought... you were actually demons! I don't regret losing!"

At this moment, Ling Xiao, with a weakened aura and gasping for breath, finally understood.

His voice was weak and trembling, full of despair and helplessness.

He had originally thought that the two in front of him had such strange auras because they had cultivated evil arts.

Now he realized, this wasn't just powerhouses who had fallen into the demonic path, these were literally demons in front of him!

He looked around, seeing all the Ling Clan members dead, and himself severely wounded, and his face turned ashen.

At this moment, the Ling Clan was beyond saving!

"I was just wondering how strong you, who had cultivated for 100,000 years in the Qi Refinement Realm, could be. I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable!"

Xuan Tianchen looked at the extremely disheveled Ling Xiao and couldn't help but shake his head slightly and sigh.

His words were like a cold wind, piercing Ling Xiao's heart.

For these 100,000 years, Ling Xiao had been trapped in the Qi Refinement Realm, but even so, he had defeated many powerhouses with his Qi Refinement Realm cultivation.

Over time, this had led him to the illusion that although he was in the Qi Refinement Realm, he was already invincible.

At this moment, he felt as if he had just woken from a long dream.

The Qi Refinement Realm was still the Qi Refinement Realm. No matter how much the quantity of power changed, without a qualitative change, in the end, there was only defeat.

Can you, with ten watermelon knives, really stand against me, who holds an AK-47? What's more, I can casually just drop a nuclear bomb.