Houtu Tribe? Annihilate the East Sea Demon Race!

Quasi-Saint!

This is the aura of a Quasi-Saint!

How is this possible?

How could a Quasi-Saint be born among the Human Race?

Even the first batch of Innate Human Race created by Saintess Nuwa didn't reach this realm.

Suirenshi, Ziyishi, and Youchaoshi, who had obtained Heavenly Dao merit, had only barely entered the Great Luo realm.

When did such an existence appear in the Great Wilderness?

"Pre... Senior..."

Boundless pressure descended upon his Demon Soul.

Ghost Chariot couldn't even muster the thought of resisting, only wanting to prostrate himself on the ground and beg for mercy.

His previously arrogant and overbearing demeanor vanished completely.

He wanted to beg for mercy, to invoke the Demon Court...

But under this absolute power gap, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Xuandu's eyes were cold, without the slightest ripple.

He looked at Ghost Chariot and said coldly:

"The strong prey on the weak, you said that just now."

Before his voice even fell, Xuandu formed his fingers into a sword and casually slashed at Ghost Chariot.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance.

Only a Sword Qi, condensed to the extreme, erupted from his fingertips.

Seeing this, Ghost Chariot's eyes widened, Demon Light erupted wildly around him, and he unleashed several protective Demon Treasures, attempting to resist.

However, in front of that Sword Qi, all resistance seemed so laughable.

"Tear!"

The light of the protective Demon Treasures shattered instantly.

Ghost Chariot's powerful Great Luo Demon Body, along with his Demon Soul within, was split in two by this Sword Qi!

He didn't even manage to let out a scream, his eyes still filled with extreme terror.

The massive demonic body then collapsed with a bang, its aura completely extinguished.

One of the ten great Demon Saints of the Demon Race, Ghost Chariot, had fallen!

Clean and swift, body and soul annihilated!

The towering demonic qi in the valley instantly dissipated with Ghost Chariot's death.

Behind him, the heavily wounded Primordial Unity Witch General stared at the scene in a daze, his mind a blank slate.

Demon Saint Ghost Chariot... was dead?

Killed by this person... with a single finger?

He was a Demon Saint at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak!

Who was this person?

When did the Human Race gain such a terrifying mighty being?

Xuandu paid no mind to the Witch General's shock.

He rolled up his sleeve, and a gentle wave of Hunyuan Power swept across the valley.

On the ground, the corpses and bloodstains of his Human Race compatriots quietly turned to dust under the power, merging into the earth, a proper burial.

The towering resentment was also slightly soothed by his magic power.

After finishing all this, he slowly turned around, his gaze falling upon the Witch Clan Great Han who was still in shock.

"Many thanks... senior for saving my life!"

The Witch General snapped back to reality, enduring the severe pain, struggling to bow.

Though his personality was rough, he knew how to repay kindness and understood what a terrifying existence the person before him was.

Xuandu raised his hand to support him, a force preventing him from kneeling.

"Why are you here? And why were you fighting Ghost Chariot?"

Xuandu asked, his tone peaceful, yet carrying an inherent Majesty.

The Witch General dared not conceal anything, enduring his injuries, and replied respectfully:

"Reporting to senior, I am Panshi, a Witch General of the Houtu Tribe."

"I sensed a large number of Human Race deaths here, with resentment reaching the heavens, and came to investigate."

"When I arrived, I happened upon that Demon Saint Ghost Chariot wantonly slaughtering the surviving Human Race, so I intervened..."

"Alas, my strength is insufficient. If not for Senior's intervention, I would have already perished."

Hearing this, Xuandu felt a slight surprise.

Houtu Tribe?

His gaze fell upon the Witch General named Panshi once more.

He hadn't expected that by casually saving someone, he would become entangled with Houtu.

Houtu would later transform into Samsara, accumulating immeasurable merit, becoming Empress Pingxin, and presiding over the Six Paths with a transcendent status.

In the Underworld, even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun would have to treat her as an equal.

Forging this good karma today was an unexpected joy.

However, that was a matter for the future.

The immediate priority was to stop the Demon Race from forging the Witch-Slaying Sword!

His thoughts raced, lasting only an instant.

Xuandu looked at Panshi, whose aura was feeble, and said no more.

He extended his right index finger and pointed it from afar at Panshi.

Pure, ethereal immortal light flowed from his fingertip, containing infinite vitality.

This was a technique recorded in the Shangqing Gongfa.

Executed with his Golden Immortal of the Origin cultivation, its effect was even more heaven-defying.

An emerald radiance, brimming with life, surged from his fingertip and instantly entered Panshi's body.

"Ugh!"

Panshi's entire body trembled violently. He felt a warm, vast power surge through his limbs and bones.

His previously shattered meridians repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His severe internal injuries healed in an instant.

His depleted Witch Clan essence blood rapidly regenerated, becoming even more pure and condensed than before!

In just a few breaths.

Not only had his aura completely recovered, but it even showed signs of advancement!

Even his bronze skin began to emit a faint treasure light.

"This... this..."

Panshi moved his limbs in disbelief, feeling his whole body filled with power, his condition better than ever.

His gaze towards Xuandu was filled with endless gratitude and awe.

To heal the Primordial Unity Witch General's severe injuries with a flip of his hand, such a method was unheard of!

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, senior!"

Panshi knelt down with a thud. This time, Xuandu did not stop him.

He accepted the bow.

"This place is not suitable for lingering. The Demon Race may have further actions. You should return to the Houtu Tribe quickly."

Xuandu's tone was calm, yet brooks no argument.

"Yes! Senior's kindness, Panshi will remember it in his heart. The Houtu Tribe will never forget it!"

Panshi kowtowed heavily, no longer hesitating.

Knowing that this place had become the center of trouble, his staying would only be a burden.

He took a deep look at Xuandu, as if to engrave the image of this mysterious powerhouse into his soul.

Then he turned and strode away, transforming into an Earthy Yellow Streamer, speeding towards Buzhou Mountain, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

After sending Panshi away, the last trace of gentleness on Xuandu's face vanished.

His eyes instantly turned bone-chillingly cold.

Although Ghost Chariot was dead, the hidden danger remained.

He had to ensure that the Demon Race had not discovered the secret of Human Race blood!

He took a step, his figure rising into the air.

The Spiritual Sense of a Golden Immortal of the Origin was unleashed without reservation, surging out!

In an instant, it enveloped the entire coast of the East Sea, and even more distant Human Race settlements!

Mountains and rivers, tribal villages, the aura of living beings... every minute detail was reflected in his heart.

As expected!

As his Spiritual Sense swept over, countless tragic scenes appeared.

Besides the valley where Ghost Chariot was located, there were still dozens of Human Race settlements along the coast of the East Sea and even further away that were being massacred by the Demon Race!

Demonic Qi surged, bloodlight pierced the sky.

Cries, wails, and the Demon Race's rampant, sinister laughter...

Among those demons, the highest cultivation was only at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm; most were Golden Immortals and Profound Immortals.

In Xuandu's eyes now, they were no different from ants.

They were clearly Ghost Chariot's subordinates.

Cannot let them live!

Any potential hidden danger that could leak information must be extinguished!

Xuandu's eyes sharpened, his killing intent chilling.

He hesitated no longer, his mind inducing the change.

"Buzz!"

A vast, boundless Hunyuan Pressure, surpassing all Daos, erupted from him as the center, pressing down ferociously on the demons committing atrocities within the range of his Spiritual Sense!

There were no earth-shattering sounds, no dazzling lights.

Only absolute crushing power!