The Human Race of Those Years

Shen Lin casually tossed away Black Jackal Venerable's head and shook his spotless hands.

This time, by deducing his way through to the Saint Realm, he had gained quite a lot besides the Overlord Saber Technique.

He had done so to make his body and soul keep pace with the Dharma Idol that had condensed the Great Dao of Saber Techniques.

Of the hundred billion-plus years of Demon Lifespan, more than half had been spent tempering his body and soul.

At this moment, the strength of his body had already reached the limit of the Venerable Realm.

His physical combat power might not match the Overlord Saber Technique, but it was more than enough to deal with an ordinary Venerable Realm expert like Black Jackal Venerable.

"Hiss... How could you possibly..."

Below, Yu Yinchuan muttered to himself, his body trembling nonstop.

He had seen everything that had just happened.

Shen Lin had stomped the space to pieces, then borrowed that force to cross the distance to Black Jackal Venerable in an instant.

A dignified clan leader of the Black Jackal Clan and a Venerable Realm existence had not even managed to react at that moment.

Shen Lin had plucked the head from his neck as easily as picking fruit.

This style of fighting...

The figure of that Heavenly Demon he had once encountered suddenly appeared in Yu Yinchuan's mind.

Back when the Heavenly Demon had battled the myriad clans of the Chaos Sea, Yu Yinchuan had been far too insignificant to take the stage. He could only stand at the edge of the battlefield and shout his support.

At first, he had thought that with so many Venerable Realm experts facing a mere Heavenly Demon, capturing him would be as easy as reaching into a bag.

But the moment the