Brutal slaughter!

Outside the formation, everyone wore a remarkable array of expressions as they watched Li Dao drive the Golden Spider back with punch after punch.

"What kind of monster is this?"

"He suppressed the Golden Spider conjured by the formation with nothing but his physical strength! This is downright surreal!"

"The formation reproduced a trace of the Golden Spider's divine essence, enough to slay even a Spirit Transformation cultivator above its level. Who would have thought a human child could stop it!"

"His mastery of the flesh is already several notches above even a Pure-Blooded Creature!"

Inside the formation, disbelief also flashed across Jin Ming's face as he watched Li Dao batter the Golden Spider into retreat.

But it lasted only an instant before even fiercer killing intent took its place.

Whoosh-

Three Soul-Eradicating Needles appeared behind him, radiating a terrifying, ominous aura and a glassy sheen.

As the Soul-Eradicating Needles appeared, a shudder of dread swept through the hearts of everyone present.

They all turned toward the Soul-Eradicating Needles in Jin Ming's hand, their eyes grave.

"To think these families even brought out something this dangerous!"

"What a vicious trick! They mean to kill your Master Dao here on Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain!"

"Tsk, tsk. Just what you'd expect from the scions of great powers. Their methods really are ruthless!"

Whoosh-

A Soul-Eradicating Needle tore through the air. Still trading blows with the Golden Spider, Li Dao felt a stabbing sensation behind him.

He stepped forward, deftly evading the spider leg crashing down at him, and landed another solid punch on the Golden Spider's abdomen.

In an instant, he knocked the Golden Spider back, then spun around, his eyes utterly devoid of emotion.

Clang-

The Black-and-Yellow Furnace swept around him and blocked the incoming Soul-Eradicating Needle, its tip barely an inch from his brow.

A hint of delight had entered Jin Ming's eyes as he thought Li Dao was about to die. An evil smile had just curled his lips when it froze on his face.

Meeting Li Dao's utterly emotionless gaze, he felt an involuntary flicker of panic.

"You want me dead? Then I'll send you down first!"

Hum, hum, hum-

Four blazing suns emerged behind him at once. Their cascading radiance fell upon Li Dao, instantly coating him in an immortal golden body.

"Yin-Yang Flood Dragon Treasure Art!"

Li Dao raised his hand at his side, brilliant golden runes flashing across his palm.

The next moment, two flood dragons surged out of those brilliant golden runes.

One was pitch-black from head to tail, exuding a cold, chilling aura. The other was dazzling white, like a great sun fallen to earth, the heat radiating from its scales seemingly capable of scorching all things.

"Roar-"

A dragon cry soared into the heavens, and the two flood dragons rushed toward the Golden Spider as it prepared to charge Li Dao again.

In a single instant, the once-imposing Golden Spider was entangled by the Yin-Yang Flood Dragons, locked in a relentless struggle in midair.

Li Dao did not look at the battle beside him. He had complete confidence in the Yin-Yang Treasure Art; dealing with the Golden Spider would be no trouble.

Instead, he reached his right hand into the four suns behind him. The next moment, he slowly drew a pitch-black spear engraved with dragon-scale patterns from his Cave Heaven.

With the emergence of the Evil Dragon Spear, the azure sky changed, and banks of dark clouds instantly swept across all of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

"What treasure is that? What terrifying resentment and baleful energy!"

"My primordial spirit is trembling, and the feeling of death coils around my heart! I never imagined he had such an uncanny weapon!"

"I heard it-the Evil Dragon is roaring and wailing! How terrifying! Fall back, quickly!"

Sacred, ineffable Dao patterns appeared across Li Dao's body, and the lotus brand on his forehead shone red.

In an instant, a terrifying Dao essence burst from him. Like a mountain that had stood since time immemorial, it spread the crushing weight of history.

"So heavy! What divine ability is this?"

Jin Ming felt every cell in his body trembling, every pore urging him to flee.

It was not only him. Everyone present felt that weight, a suppression that reached down to their very essence.

Li Dao's expression remained tranquil as the Yin-Yang Flood Dragons bared their sharp claws and fangs behind him.

As Li Dao activated the flesh Dao seed, fine golden patterns suddenly appeared on every dragon scale.

"Roar-"

With a roar, they immediately pounced on the Golden Spider, whipping their tails like heavenly lashes and smashing them hard against its body.

Bang-

Crack, crack, crack-

The Golden Spider's body slammed into the formation's barrier like a cannonball, and spiderweb cracks swiftly spread across its surface.

Li Dao wasted no time either. He twirled the Evil Dragon Spear at his side, and the void trembled faintly.

The spearpoint aimed straight at Jin Ming, terrifying baleful energy surging out. The already cloud-choked sky grew darker still.

With a flick of his arm, a cold gleam pierced the air, and the Evil Dragon Spear shot toward Jin Ming.

Li Dao pushed off hard and followed behind the spear.

Jin Ming's body went rigid, his pupils abruptly contracting. All he saw was an Evil Dragon charging toward him, bearing overwhelming karmic sin and shrouded in black energy.

"Stop!"

Among the crowd, the elders and protectors of Demon Spirit Lake immediately stepped forward when they saw Jin Ming in danger.

They had come to protect their own prodigy. If he was slain before their eyes, they would surely face severe punishment.

Their second task was to clean up afterward. If the others could not take down Li Dao, they would act themselves.

But even as their voices rang out, the Evil Dragon Spear had already reached him.

Clang-

A treasure forged from white bone shot out in front of Jin Ming, shedding a lustrous glow as it blocked the strike.

Crack-

It shattered before it could hold out even a moment.

"Save me!!!"

Jin Ming had already been frightened bloodless. Looking at the spear aimed right between his brows, he shook like chaff in a sieve.

But before the elders and protectors could shield him behind them, Li Dao had already reached him.

His five fingers spread like five divine pillars towering into the heavens and clamped directly onto Jin Ming's face.

"Mmph-"

Jin Ming only managed a muffled whimper before he crashed heavily into the earth.

Rumble-

Expressionless, Li Dao drove Jin Ming's head hard into the ground. The resulting shock wave sheared three surrounding mountains clean through their waists.

When the dust cleared, Jin Ming was already drenched in blood beneath his hand. Li Dao's figure was reflected in his blood-reddened eyes.

His heart turned ice-cold. At that moment, he had only one thought:

Why did I provoke this monster?

There was not the slightest intent to let go in Li Dao's eyes. Even as more than a dozen attacks came at him from behind, his gaze held only Jin Ming.

He reached to his side with his other hand, and the Evil Dragon Spear landed squarely in his grasp.

He thrust it forward violently, the spearpoint piercing cleanly through Jin Ming's body.

Squelch-

Li Dao released his grip. Jin Ming's eyes brimmed with regret, and in the next instant, his entire body slowly crumbled into ashes like paper consumed by fire, scattering into the air.