The incredibly hard bones of the Cinnabar Flow demon proved as brittle as bamboo strips beneath that fist wreathed in crimson lava.
With a crack, they shattered and flew apart.
Before his agonized scream could fully escape, it was brutally forced back down his throat.
Expressionless, Jiang Yuechu raised her right hand again, thick blood coating it.
Punch after punch.
Every blow struck flesh, snapping bones and severing tendons.
Within mere breaths.
The Cinnabar Flow Great Demon who had lorded over Southern Ridge for years was reduced to a heap of pulp, all life extinguished.
[Slain a Cinnabar Flow creature. Gained forty-five Dao Essence.]
Deep within her sea of consciousness, the familiar lettering quietly appeared.
Jiang Yuechu slowly straightened, casually shook the foul-smelling flesh and blood from her fingertips, and glanced impassively at the people outside the pit.
Fairy Zi Ling hovered in midair, the furious silver-white dragon formed from ten thousand sword shadows frozen beside her, unable to advance or retreat.
The Nanling Earth God's mouth hung wide open, his sparse beard disheveled in the wind.
Dead?
Just like that?
A demon in the late Cinnabar Flow realm had been beaten to death with bare fists by a lowly Inkfall realm cultivator?!
"So... so powerful..."
Zi Ling suddenly murmured aloud.
The woman's ruthless manner as she smashed the Cinnabar Flow Great Demon apart with her fists and feet gradually overlapped with the protagonists of the storybooks in Zi Ling's mind.
Wasn't... wasn't this precisely the peerless bearing I had been desperately pursuing all along?!
At the bottom of the pit.
Jiang Yuechu remained impassive, paying no attention to the horrified gazes above.
With practiced ease, she bent down and gathered the entire pulped demon corpse into her Storage Bag.
A clear voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"Fellow