He had not brought a Heavenly Treasure into the Lower Realm. With the Secret Arts he had mastered, few people in the Lower Realm could stand against him.
"A mere foundation establishment cultivator. Since you didn't die, I'll send you on your way."
The Golden Shirt Youth's expression turned cold. He flicked his sleeve, and a burst of splitting-air sounds rang out as more than a hundred golden Wind Blades shot forth, instantly arriving before Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng's right fist lit up with dazzling blue light and smashed toward the space before him.
The void twisted slightly, and a Blue Fist Shadow more than a hundred zhang in size shot out. It easily shattered the incoming Golden Wind Blades and instantly arrived before the Golden Shirt Youth.
The Golden Shirt Youth felt the surrounding airflow turn sharp, making even breathing difficult. He hurriedly offered up the Golden Short Knife in his hand and slashed at the Blue Fist Shadow.
With a muffled boom, the Golden Short Knife was sent flying backward. The Blue Fist Shadow slammed into the Golden Shirt Youth, who let out a shrill scream as his body exploded into a sky full of Blood Rain.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at the sight.
A foundation establishment cultivator had killed a Core Formation Stage Half-Demon with a single strike?
"Not good. He may be a Nascent Soul old monster possessing someone. Run!"
The red-skirted young woman was horrified and cried out.
At that moment, countless streams of blue water vapor suddenly surged into existence within a hundred-mile radius. After blurring briefly, they transformed into Blue Flying Needles, numbering in the tens of thousands.
The Blue Flying Needles were like meteors falling to earth, piercing through the bodies of the Demon Beasts and Half-Demons. Even defensive Magic Treasures could not