"Hiss..." In Mu's confident gaze, the Immortal Slaying Sword ruthlessly pierced his heart, tearing away swathes of dark flesh.

"Ah..." A cry of agony escaped Mu's lips, his eyes filled with disbelief. He truly couldn't fathom how these mundane weapons, which he had shattered with a single strike moments before, could possibly harm his body?

Before he could regain his senses, the Immortal Slaying Sword shot towards him again, this time aimed directly at his brow. Mu dared not be careless and immediately raised the scythe in his hand to block.

"Clang..." With a sharp sound, the scythe, which had been capable of slicing through metal like mud, was instantly severed into two pieces. The black sword light continued its trajectory toward his forehead.

Mu broke out in a cold sweat. He violently jerked his head aside, narrowly evading the terrifying strike, but his entire left ear was nevertheless sheared off by the Immortal Slaying Sword.

The immense pain elicited a deafening shriek from Mu. At that moment, he finally understood the horror of this blade, especially as the malevolent aura clinging to it ceaselessly devoured his flesh and spirit, plunging his heart into sheer panic.

What kind of sword was this?

The demonic power within him erupted violently, striving to expel the vicious aura of the sword from his body. However, Liang Xiaoke's form surged forward, his fist already drawn back, smashing down upon Mu.

The full might of the Flying Night Yaksha erupted at this instant. Every punch landed on Mu like a cannonball, echoing with thunderous roars. Even though the bodies of the Demon Race were tougher than ordinary people, Mu was battered until he was riddled with holes, nearly crushed into a pulp.

Muffled screams continuously escaped Mu's lips, his heart choked with regret and unyielding resentment. Despite Liang Xiaoke possessing inferior strength, his own negligence had led to this situation where he was beaten senseless and unable to fight back. If this news spread, how could he ever show his face again?

Consumed by grief and fury, Mu unleashed his demonic power completely. A vast aura of destruction radiated outward. His armor shattered piece by piece, and his helmet exploded apart. A single horn sprouted from his forehead, his entire body became covered in black scales, and his stature rapidly expanded until he towered at ten feet high, a pair of wings formed entirely from black flame manifesting on his back.

His power level soared continuously, instantly reaching the pinnacle of the Heaven Rank. Liang Xiaoke, however, was merely at the initial stage; by all rights, he should have been no match for a Heaven Rank peak expert. Yet, facing Mu's overwhelming power, he showed no intention of retreating.

With a slight movement of his body, a man dressed in a Taoist robe, identical in appearance to Liang Xiaoke, emerged from him. Immediately following, with another slight motion, a man with a shaved head topped by a sheri (relic), also looking exactly like Liang Xiaoke, stepped forth.

Furthermore, Gongsun Lu, who had undergone the lightning baptism, appeared in the sky from an unknown moment. In total, four figures completely encircled Mu.

Seeing that Liang Xiaoke’s Three Corpses Neural Technique had reached perfection, Ye Jingyu's expression shifted slightly. This fellow’s progress was quite fast.

The figure of the Hanba arrived by Ye Jingyu’s side at some point. She stared intently at the Three Corpses Liang Xiaoke had summoned, her brow deeply furrowed.

"What the hell kind of Three Corpses did this girl cut out? She conjured a Taoist and a monk? Is she deliberately trying to piss me off to death?"

Hearing Hanba’s harsh cursing, Ye Jingyu quickly stepped back. So what if a Taoist and a monk materialized? Why the fuss?

Ye Jingyu was oblivious to the deeper context. While the Primordial Wu Clan and Taoists/Monks weren't mortal enemies, they were certainly bitter rivals. Most who cultivated the Three Corpses Neural Technique eventually manifested the Blood God Body, leading to the three corpses merging to achieve the Heavenly Wu Body. No one expected Liang Xiaoke, simply following his own inclination, to conjure these two mismatched figures. How was he supposed to merge them later? Would he have to undertake rigorous training in both Taoist and Buddhist scriptures?

The Taoist path was perhaps manageable; he hadn't seen a true monk in years, so where was he supposed to find the Buddhist scriptures?

Ignoring Hanba's mounting anger, Liang Xiaoke, having summoned his Three Corpses in one breath, immediately charged forward, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches upon Mu.

Each clone possessed the cultivation of a Celestial Immortal. Including Gongsun Lu, there were now four masters at the Celestial Immortal level, plus the Immortal Slaying Sword constantly flickering through the void—how could Mu possibly resist?

Had he been uninjured, and without the presence of the Immortal Slaying Sword, he might have managed to handle four low-tier Celestial Immortals. But such 'ifs' rarely exist in reality.

Mu cursed furiously, yet found himself completely helpless against Liang Xiaoke’s machine-gun intensity of attacks, leaving him no opportunity to counter.

"Lin, aid me..." Mu, beaten to the point of utter inability to retaliate, roared his unwillingness. Then, the sky shuddered, and a figure materialized in the void, delivering a punch directly towards the center of Liang Xiaoke’s back.

"Rumble..." With a tremendous crash, Liang Xiaoke, who had been thoroughly enjoying the fight, was pierced through the heart by the blow and sent flying thousands of feet before finally stopping.

The lewd Taoist, the despicable monk, and the dull-witted Gongsun Lu he had conjured were also blasted away almost instantly.

Sensing such terrifying power, Ye Jingyu and the others below changed color.

"Another Venerable-level expert. Her Majesty Queen Medusa, was the one who injured you that day among them?" Ye Jingyu’s brow furrowed deeply. This time, two experts who had absolutely reached the Celestial Immortal realm had arrived from the Abyss. Had Yu Luosha, left guarding Qin Mountain, already perished?

"No, that aura is even stronger than theirs!" Medusa shook her head crisply, her expression clearly showing worry.

The person who struck her back with a single move that day—she had assumed he was at most at the peak of the Demon King realm. But now, it seemed that person was above that peak. Could it be him...?

It wasn't just Medusa considering this possibility; Ye Jingyu also entertained the thought. However, unlike Medusa's apprehension, Ye Jingyu’s eyes were alight with fighting spirit. An Ancient Grade expert—that was the same caliber as Hei Mingba! With his current strength, he should be capable of handling one Ancient Grade master, right?

After successfully re-smelting the Heaven Overturning Seal, he was genuinely eager to test this super divine artifact that once shook the Three Realms during the Primordial Era.

"In that case, let's force that person out!" Ye Jingyu stated calmly. Upon hearing this, Little Tao Tao, who had been perched on his shoulder, instantly transformed into a streak of light and shot out. Beside Ye Jingyu, Hu Yanqi unhesitatingly drew the Sunset Bow, nocked the Sunset Arrow, the tip aimed squarely at Mu hovering in the void...