Supreme One's Crucible, Body and Law Unite

"Looks like in this Western Desolate Region, aside from Zhou Xuan being a ruthless character, the rest aren't much after all."

Zhao Ji lowered his voice and muttered to Shi Potian beside him.

"With bodies like that, once they're on the battlefield, they're just rations delivered to the Demonic Beasts."

Ye Changqing stood at the prow of the Flying Boat, extraordinarily keen to shifts in such emotions.

He sensed those prickling gazes, said nothing, and merely gave a soft laugh before taking half a step forward.

Buzz.

Without any flashy movement at all, Ye Changqing merely let the Vow Power pressure within him—the force that had devoured the ancient Demon Seed and stood above the Heavenly Dao—leak out by the tiniest amount, no larger than a fingernail clipping.

The air instantly grew viscous.

Zhao Ji, who had been mocking the frailty of the Western Desolate spell cultivators in his heart a moment ago, instantly turned deathly pale, as if struck by lightning.

That pressure did not bother with the principles of the physical realm at all. It directly ignored the powerful body he took such pride in and tyrannically crushed down upon his soul.

Zhao Ji felt that what he faced was not a human being at all, but a living Demon God of world-ending destruction. With a single thought from the other party, he would be reduced to ash and scattered smoke.

As for Feng Wuhen and Shi Potian, those two old monsters of the Spirit Transformation Realm, their legs went weak, and cold sweat instantly soaked the clothes on their backs.

They desperately lowered their heads, staring fixedly at the deck beneath their feet, no longer daring to cast even one more glance toward the Flying Boat.

That bit of arrogance and contempt that had just risen was