Quasi-Saint!
This was the aura of a Quasi-Saint!
How was that possible?
How could a Quasi-Saint be born among the Human Race?
Even the Innate Human Race first created by Saintess Nuwa had not reached this realm.
Suiren Shi, Ziyi Shi, and Youchao Shi, who had received Heavenly Dao Merit, had only barely entered the Daluo realm.
When had such an existence appeared in the Great Wilderness?
"Se... Senior..."
Boundless pressure crashed down upon his Demon Soul.
It left Ghost Chariot unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance. He only wanted to crawl on the ground and beg for mercy.
His previously arrogant and overbearing manner was completely gone.
He wanted to beg for mercy, wanted to invoke the Demon Court...
But under such an absolute disparity in power, he could not even form a complete sentence.
Xuandu's eyes were icy, without the slightest ripple.
He looked at Ghost Chariot and said coldly:
"The weak are prey to the strong. You said that yourself."
Before his words had faded, Xuandu held two fingers together like a sword and casually slashed at Ghost Chariot.
There was no earth-shattering spectacle, no dazzling radiance.
Only a Sword Qi condensed to the utmost extreme burst from his fingertips.
At the sight, Ghost Chariot was horrified. Demon Light erupted wildly from his body as he summoned several protective Demon Treasures, Attempting to block it.
Yet before that Sword Qi, all resistance seemed utterly laughable.
"Screech!"
The light of the protective Demon Treasures shattered instantly.
Ghost Chariot's powerful Daluo Demon Body, along with the Demon Soul within it, was cleaved in two by that Sword Qi!
He did not even have time to let out a scream. Extreme terror remained in his eyes.
His massive demon body crashed to the ground, his aura utterly extinguished.
Ghost Chariot, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Race, had fallen!
Swift and decisive—body and soul annihilated!
The towering Demonic Qi in the valley instantly dispersed with Ghost Chariot's death.
Behind them, the severely injured Primordial Unity Witch General stared blankly at the scene, his mind utterly empty.
Demon Saint Ghost Chariot... was dead?
Killed by this man... with a single finger?
He was a Demon Saint at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak!
Who was this man?
Since when had the Human Race possessed such a terrifying great power?
Xuandu paid no attention to the Witch General's shock.
With a sweep of his sleeve robe, a gentle stream of Hunyuan Power brushed across the valley.
The corpses and bloodstains of those Human Race brethren on the ground silently turned into ash beneath that power, merging into the earth so they could rest in peace.
The towering resentment was also somewhat soothed by his magic power.
Only after finishing all this did he slowly turn around, his gaze falling upon the still-shocked Witch Clan Great Han.
"Thank... thank you, Senior, for saving my life!"
Panshi Regained Consciousness. Enduring the intense pain, he struggled to offer a salute.
Though he was rough and bold by nature, he knew to repay kindness. More importantly, he understood how terrifying the person before him was.
Xuandu raised his hand to support them, and a force prevented him from kneeling.
"Why are you here? And why were you fighting Ghost Chariot?"
Xuandu asked in a calm tone, though his words carried an innate majesty.
Panshi did not dare conceal anything. Enduring his injuries, he answered respectfully:
"In reply to Senior, I am Panshi, a Witch General of the Houtu Tribe."
"Having sensed the deaths of a great number of Human Race members here, with resentment soaring to the heavens, I came to investigate."
"When I arrived, I happened upon Demon Saint Ghost Chariot wantonly slaughtering the surviving Human Race members, so I intervened..."
"Unfortunately, this Junior was too weak. Had Senior not acted, I fear I would have already fallen."
Upon hearing this, Xuandu was slightly surprised.
The Houtu Tribe?
His gaze fell once more upon the Witch General named Panshi.
He had not expected that by saving someone on a whim, he would become connected to Houtu.
Houtu would one day merge her body with Samsara, gain Immeasurable Merit, become Empress Pingxin, take charge of the Six Paths, and attain an extraordinary status.
Within the Underworld, even Dao Ancestor Hongjun would have to treat her as an equal.
Forming this good connection today was an unexpected delight.
But that was a matter for later.
The most urgent task now was to stop the Demon Race from forging the Witch-Slaying Sword!
His thoughts raced, but only for an instant.
Xuandu looked at Panshi, whose aura was weak, and said no more.
He extended the index finger of his right hand and pointed remotely at Panshi.
Pure and Bright Immortal Light flowed from his fingertip, containing boundless vitality.
It was precisely a method recorded in the Shangqing Gongfa.
With his cultivation as a Golden Immortal of the Origin, its effects were even more heaven-defying.
A vibrant emerald radiance surged from his fingertip and instantly entered Panshi's body.
"Urgh!"
Panshi's whole body trembled. He felt a warm, vast power flow into his limbs and bones.
His previously shattered meridians repaired themselves at a visible speed.
His severe internal injuries healed in an instant.
Even his depleted Witch Clan blood essence rapidly regenerated, becoming purer and more condensed than before!
In only a few breaths.
Not only had his aura fully recovered, but it even showed faint signs of improvement!
Even his bronze-colored skin gleamed with a faint layer of treasure light.
"Th-this..."
Panshi moved his limbs in disbelief, feeling strength fill his entire body. He had never been in better condition.
The way he looked at Xuandu was filled with endless gratitude and reverence.
To heal the severe injuries of a Primordial Unity Witch General with a wave of his hand—such a method was unheard of!
"Thank you, Senior, for granting me a new life!"
Panshi dropped heavily to his knees. This time, Xuandu did not stop him.
He accepted the bow.
"This place is not safe to remain in. The Demon Race may have further moves. Return to the Houtu Tribe at once."
Xuandu's tone was calm, but it allowed no doubt.
"Yes! I will remember Senior's kindness in my heart. The Houtu Tribe will never forget it for all eternity!"
Panshi knocked his head heavily against the ground and No Longer Hesitated.
He knew this place had become the center of trouble. Staying would only make him a burden.
He gave Xuandu one deep look, as though he wished to carve the appearance of this mysterious expert into his Divine Soul.
Then he turned and strode away, becoming an earthy yellow streamer that raced toward Buzhou Mountain before vanishing beyond the horizon in an instant.
After seeing Panshi off, the last trace of gentleness vanished from Xuandu's face.
His gaze instantly became piercingly cold.
Though Ghost Chariot was dead, the hidden danger remained.
He had to ensure that the Demon Race had not discovered the Secret of Blood of the Human Race!
Taking a step, his figure rose into the air.
The Spiritual Sense of a Golden Immortal of the Origin erupted without reservation!
In an instant, it covered the entire East Sea Coast, as well as even more distant Human Race settlements!
Mountains, rivers, tribal villages, the auras of living beings... every minute detail was reflected in his mind.
Sure enough!
As his Spiritual Sense swept across the land, countless tragic scenes emerged.
Beyond the valley where Ghost Chariot had been, dozens more Human Race settlements along the East Sea Coast and even further away were still being slaughtered by the Demon Race!
Demonic Qi raged, and bloodlight soared into the heavens.
Cries, wails, and the frenzied laughter of the Demon Race...
Those Demon Race members had cultivations no higher than the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, with most being Golden Immortals and Profound Immortals.
In the eyes of the current Xuandu, they were no different from ants.
They were clearly all Ghost Chariot's subordinates.
They could not be spared!
Any hidden danger that might leak the secret had to be extinguished!
Xuandu's gaze sharpened, his killing intent chilling.
He No Longer Hesitated and stirred his thoughts.
"Buzz!"
A vast, boundless Hunyuan Pressure that held Supremacy Over All Daos descended fiercely from him upon those demon race members committing evil within the range covered by his Spiritual Sense!
There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling radiance.
Only absolute crushing force!
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