High Person Mago's lingering soul had yet to fully disperse, while the faint remnants of green Netherworld Corpsefire flickered uncertainly in the air.
Ji Yuan had already taken out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. As its banner fluttered, he sent this Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator on his final journey.
Meanwhile, the surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators clearly had not expected that after Ji Yuan collected High Person Mago's Storage Bag and corpse—
he would not even spare his lingering soul!
A deathly silence hung over the giant boulders for roughly three breaths.
"Clap, clap, clap."
Crisp applause suddenly rang out, shattering the frozen atmosphere.
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw that Blackflame Devil Lord had somehow risen to his feet atop the central boulder. His black robes billowed without wind, and black demonic flames faintly rose around him.
He gently clapped his hands, his pitch-black eyes fixed on Ji Yuan. A fascinated curve tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Impressive methods."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You even possess a Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Pure-blooded Old Devils like you are truly rare throughout the entire Desolate Ancient Continent."
Blackflame Devil Lord's voice remained hoarse, but the earlier mockery had faded, replaced by a measure of gravity and scrutiny.
"With Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivation, you instantly killed Magu, who was at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
Such physical strength, such strange flames—if I am not mistaken, you walk the path of Dual Cultivation of Dharma and the Body, and your attainments in both are extraordinary."
He paused, black light flowing through his eyes. "Magu's Five-Poison Bone-Eroding Technique may not be top-tier, but that Five-Poison Spirit Shield—even I would need to spend some effort to break it.
Yet you shattered it with a single grip using only the strength of your