Coincidence?

The incomparably hard demon bones of the Flowing Cinnabar Realm were as fragile as bamboo slats beneath that fist carrying crimson magma.

With a crack, they shattered and scattered.

The piercing scream had yet to fully leave its throat before it was forcibly crushed back down.

Jiang Yuechu's expression remained blank as she raised her right hand, slick with thick blood and gore, once more.

One punch after another.

Every blow landed solidly, breaking bones and snapping tendons.

In merely a few breaths, this Great Demon of the Flowing Cinnabar Realm, who had tyrannized Southern Mausoleum for years, was reduced completely to a puddle of mush, its life extinguished.

[Slain a Flowing Cinnabar creature. Obtained forty-five Dao Essence.]

Deep within her Consciousness Sea, familiar words quietly surfaced.

Jiang Yuechu slowly straightened up, casually flicking the foul-smelling flesh and blood from her fingertips. Her expression calm, she glanced at the people beyond the pit.

Fairy Purple Plume hovered in midair. The silver-white raging dragon formed from ten thousand sword phantoms had frozen at her side, unable to advance or retreat.

The Southern Mausoleum Earth God had his mouth hanging open, his sparse beard blown into disarray by the wind.

Dead?

Just like that, it was dead?

A demon of the late Flowing Cinnabar Realm had been beaten to death alive with nothing but fists by a lowly cultivator in the Ink Drop Realm?!

"S-So... amazing..."

Purple Plume suddenly murmured.

The ruthless figure of the woman before her, smashing a Great Demon of the Flowing Cinnabar Realm apart with fists and kicks, gradually overlapped with the protagonists from the storybooks in her mind.

This... wasn't this the peerless bearing she had always pursued so desperately?!

At the bottom of the pit.

Jiang Yuechu remained impassive, ignoring the horrified stares from