Demonic Might Soars to the Heavens

Those concerned about Su Jie's identity included not only the Chongzhou Devilish Cultivators and Qin Yushang, but also Aiti Galuo, who had been struck by Su Jie's palm and driven into the mountain.

Several bones in his body were broken, his heart was damaged, his lungs had been smashed, and his intestines had ruptured. Even one of his eyes had been knocked from its socket. His entire body was a bloody mess, with not a single uninjured spot in sight.

"This guy... this guy..."

With a slap, Aiti Galuo fell out of the mountain and crashed to the ground.

He struggled to raise his head. When he looked toward Su Jie, his remaining left eye was filled with terror. By now, how could he not know that Su Jie had been toying with him?

What Rogue Cultivator could possess such formidable battle prowess, capable of defeating a Dao Platform Realm Seventh Layer cultivator like him with a single palm? Combat power of this level absolutely belonged to someone at the Purple Mansion Realm.

Aiti Galuo climbed to his feet and, without the slightest hesitation, staggered into the sky. A whistle escaped his mouth.

A long howl rang out from the distant heavens. A three-zhang-tall Dragon Elephant trod through the air, its long trunk whipping out to coil around Aiti Galuo. It caught him onto its back, then turned and fled.

After witnessing Su Jie's true strength, how could Aiti Galuo still dare to fight him? All he wanted now was to escape with his life.

As long as he made it back to the Western Regions, even if Su Jie were a Purple Mansion Realm expert, there would be nothing he could do to him.

"Brat, did I say you could leave?"

Su Jie raised his head and watched Aiti