Is This a Ninth Realm Cultivator?!

BOOM!!!

Jiang Chuan's Fist Seal collided with the Myriad Demon Staff, like an ancient immortal's furious roar. The colossal blast shook heaven and earth as twilight divine light containing All-Ending Divine Power surged in every direction.

Gong Yi, Lu Chenling, and the others, who had been about to join the battle, were all stricken with shock at the sight.

"What kind of divine ability is this?! How can even the aftermath feel like a revived Peak Grade Dao Tool?!"

"You still have the mood to worry about that?!"

The moment Li Wenbin finished speaking, Gong Yi grabbed him and fled with him.

Sun Hanyang, Feng Yizhen, and the others, who were battling Zhong Ran, also tore through the air and retreated, avoiding the spreading shockwaves.

"Is this kid really a ninth realm cultivator?!"

Having reached a hundred li away in an instant, Sun Hanyang stared uncertainly at Jiang Chuan amid the lingering aftermath.

"I was going to answer, but then I thought it was truly unnecessary to waste words on a dead man."

Before Zhong Ran had finished speaking, he had already appeared above Sun Hanyang's head. Black and White Sword Wings emerged behind his back, and a resounding sword hum rang from within them. Under Zhong Ran's control, the wings transformed into two streaks of sword light and cleaved toward Sun Hanyang.

"A dead man? Are you talking about yourself?"

Sun Hanyang formed a hand seal, and countless bolts of pitch-black lightning emerged, carrying the Power of Destruction as they met Zhong Ran head-on.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

As Zhong Ran and Sun Hanyang clashed, the aftermath gradually dispersed.

Jiang Chuan stood in midair with the Flowing Cloud Sword in hand. Wen Lingfeng, who had been before him, had vanished at some point, leaving behind only the Myriad Demon Staff