The New Year festival.
It should have been a joyous occasion.
Yet in these troubled times, with demonic disasters erupting everywhere, even a metropolis like Lin'an lay shrouded in bloody Demonic Qi.
The sky was a sheet of gray, dark clouds rolling.
A faint bloody glow appeared indistinctly.
Outside the city, in the woods.
Light twisted.
Everything was dim and indistinct.
Everyone stared at the enormous figure in the distance, godlike and demonic, their expressions dazed, momentarily speechless.
A Grand Elder of a Martial Dao Holy Land, a Grandmaster at the Third Heaven of True Astral Force.
He had died just like that?
And died...
So miserably.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The pitch-black Blackflame burst apart, spreading outward in rings before swiftly sweeping back, swelling and contracting like the tides. After several cycles, it spiraled into the brow of the Black Muscular Beast.
When the last trace of Blackflame vanished.
The Extreme Yin Unadorned Body.
The Extreme Yin Six Demon Arms.
Both were fully released.
The six-armed muscular behemoth, twenty-six or twenty-seven meters tall, slowly shrank back to normal size.
The distorted light and shadows nearby returned to normal as well.
The somewhat dimmed moonlight clone standing nearby looked at Jiang Jingnian in his tattered clothes, smiled faintly, and dissolved into motes of clear radiance.
"Ah?!"
While everyone remained immersed in the unreal sight of a young Grandmaster defeating a Third-Heaven Grandmaster against the odds, Liu Qingzhi was the first to recover. She hastily covered her red lips, then fumbled through her Waterlight Treasure Bag and pulled out a thick, bright-red padded jacket.
Then her True Astral Force surged, and she vanished like a phantom.
The next instant.
She appeared beside the raggedly dressed Jiang Jingnian and clumsily draped the jacket over him, fastening its buttons as she did. "...Junior Brother, it's