Moon Worship Sect

How terrifying was the might of a Nascent Soul Cultivator?

With merely a light strike from his magic treasure, he had smashed more than half of the entire Langhuan Jade Platform into collapse!

Old Monster Zong, beneath the Black Jade Seal, had been reduced to ashes without uttering a sound!

In the sky, dozens of Core Formation Patriarchs standing atop magic treasures and shrouded in streaming light all froze, cold sweat beading across their foreheads.

Had that Black Jade Seal struck any one of them on the head, none of them could be certain of surviving!

Seeing Patriarch Fang obliterate the paper cultivator in a single blow, they could not help but cry out, "Patriarch, divine might!"

"Sprites, demons, ghosts, and goblins—petty tricks of crooked paths... and you dare come here to make a spectacle of yourselves!"

"With the Patriarch here, the nations of the Far West shall stand as steady as Mount Tai!"

Aaron could not be bothered with their flattery. He merely rose into the air, his voice cold. "Come out, all of you!"

The expressions of the other Core Formation cultivators shifted slightly.

Could it be... that more aberrant cultivators were hiding nearby?

Just as they secretly connected with their magic treasures and activated their spirit-eye techniques, white flakes suddenly drifted down from the sky.

They were not snowflakes, but paper money the size of copper coins!

Amid the paper money filling the sky, a procession of carriages and horses made entirely of paper rode black clouds through the air.

The guards standing watch around the procession, the clustered servants and maidservants... were all, astonishingly, paper people!

Yet their expressions bore the deference and loyalty of living people...

That sensation of life and death being muddled together sent chills through every cultivator.

"Paper Demon... this is