Vermilion Bird Fierce Soul

White-Faced Daoist suffered the greatest shock, nearly struck senseless.

Blood Demon Skyfall was a supreme treasure left behind by a demon emperor of the Profound Darkness Realm. Though its artifact spirit had been destroyed, severely damaging the treasure, its power was still enough to pose a lethal threat to present-day Spirit Wheel Realm cultivators.

Earlier, this treasure had even been able to shake an emperor-level demon puppet!

Yet now, this demonic Dao treasure was being pinched between two fingers by a Spirit Appearance Realm youth. How could White-Faced Daoist possibly accept that?

"Open!"

He let out a hoarse roar, his cultivation circulating at nearly full force.

Bzzz!

Blood Demon Skyfall shook violently. Dense, twisted demonic inscriptions surfaced across its seven-inch blade, releasing an aura so overwhelming it was boundlessly terrifying.

Yet no matter how it struggled, it could not break free from between Su Yi's fingers!

Instead, as Su Yi tightened his grip, Blood Demon Skyfall was imprisoned so completely that it could no longer move in the slightest, letting out wave after wave of mournful wails.

"Quiet."

Su Yi brushed his fingers across it.

At once, Blood Demon Skyfall seemed to be utterly sealed, falling completely still.

Pfft!

In the distance, White-Faced Daoist spat out blood. His body swayed, and with a thud, he collapsed onto the ground. His expression was listless, his aura weak.

Having Blood Demon Skyfall taken from him had clearly inflicted severe backlash upon him!

"This..."

Evil Sword Young Lord, Golden Hairpin Madam, and the others all turned pale in horror.

"Just where did that boy come from? How can he be so terrifying?"

Thousand-Eyed Old Demon cried out in disbelief.

"We were all fooled by him! That brat was clearly playing the pig to eat the tiger!"

One-Armed Old Demon gritted his teeth, his