Are prodigies really that impressive?

Jiang Yuechu disliked listening to pointless chatter.

Since this was a demon she meant to kill, it was already a dead demon.

Why should a dead demon waste words?

She had already made her stance clear, yet this fool still hadn't learned his lesson...

She shook her head.

The sea of qi within her roared, and the crimson-black mountain trembled.

[Four Fiends Ascension: Desolate God Body]

The tiger's slaughter, the wolf's extreme speed, the bear's crushing might, and the boar's Golden Body.

At that moment, four utterly different, terrifying powers were all forged into her slender body.

The loose stones beneath her feet instantly shot outward, swept in every direction by the abruptly exploding wave of air.

Silver radiance flowed ceaselessly beneath her skin.

With such lavish reserves empowering her, the girl punched out, twisting the surrounding air violently.

Only when her fist struck the demon's body—

BOOM—!!!

—did the belated sonic boom finally erupt.

The armor over the Crimson-Scaled Demon Venerable's chest shattered, raining down crimson-gold fragments.

His entire body became a red streak, hurtling uncontrollably backward into the highest heavens.

Pain.

Agonizing pain.

But beyond that pain burned an anger fierce enough to burn rivers dry.

Could you...

Fucking let this venerable one finish speaking?!

Throwing all other considerations aside, he immediately revealed his demonic form.

"ROAR—!!!"

His roar shattered the clouds filling the sky.

Red mist churned, and a foul wind howled.

A terrifying figure hundreds of zhang long loomed indistinctly within that red mist.

His whole body was crimson, his scales like fire.

He was a Red-Scaled Flood Dragon!

As his true form emerged, the temperature throughout this stretch of heaven and earth abruptly soared.

An enormous scroll slowly unfurled in the void.

There were no mountains or rivers in the painting, only scorched