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Li Xinge's palm tightened.

Crack!

The phantom of mountains and rivers spanning ten thousand miles shattered with a roar, turning into a sky full of fireflies.

Qu Tianwu's face went pale. His life-bound treasure had been damaged, and he had suffered the backlash as well. He spat out a mouthful of old blood, staining the front of his robe red.

At the same time, Gongsun Yan's myriad sword lights slashed toward the top of Li Xinge's head.

Li Xinge didn't even look up.

Above his head appeared an endless abyss of nothingness.

The countless sword lights plunged into it like mud cows sinking into the sea, vanishing without a sound.

"This... How is this possible?"

Gongsun Yan's eyes widened in utter horror.

He had poured everything into that strike. Even someone of the same realm wouldn't dare take it head-on, yet this "Snow Robe Demon Venerable" had brushed it aside with such ease?

Qu Tianwu forcibly suppressed the churning Qi-Blood in his body. His gaze at Li Xinge was full of wariness. "Old Gongsun, something's wrong with this demon. I fear he isn't an ordinary Divine Mansion cultivator!"

"As if I needed you to tell me!"

Gongsun Yan gritted his teeth.

"With that little bit of skill, you dare claim to be exorcising demons and defending the Dao?"

Li Xinge shook his head with a laugh.

The demonic qi all around them began to surge madly.

Roars rang out from deep within the demonic qi.

They were savage and violent.

An indescribable, overwhelming terror descended.

The two men looked up, their faces instantly drained of color.

Meanwhile, Yuan Mingzi, Li Xingtian, and the other demonic cultivators stared at that great terror, drawing sharp breaths.

Their eyes widened as they cried out, "Th-this is the legendary fiend of the demonic path,