Duanmu Yunshang grabbed the Nether Marshal's Scepter and smashed it down on Zhao Wansong's head.
Zhao Wansong held his broadsword horizontally above his head.
The Nether Marshal's Scepter slammed down, and when it struck the broadsword, Zhao Wansong's hand holding the broadsword trembled. The powerful force caused the ground beneath Zhao Wansong's feet to crack instantly.
Zhao Wansong gritted his teeth and held on tightly to the broadsword, while a question arose in his mind.
"This woman seems to get stronger every time I see her."
Zhao Wansong and Duanmu Yunshang have already fought several times.
From the initial evenly matched battle, to now struggling to keep up with Duanmu Yunshang's attacks.
How could Zhao Wansong not be alarmed?
This mainly comes from Duanmu Yunshang's Heaven-Burning Saint Physique and Solar Saint Body, both of which are extremely strong and powerful physiques. The more she engages in battles and killings, the easier it is for her to increase her strength.
In a roundabout way, it could be said that Duanmu Yunshang was able to elevate herself to the critical point Supreme Saint Realm and the Nirvana Realm thanks to the pursuit of the Human Race and Devil Race.
"You're getting more and more useless!"
Duanmu Yunshang looked at Zhao Wansong's trembling arm, smiled mockingly, and then swung the Nether Marshal's Scepter out again.
'Bang!'
A crisp clanging sound rang out at the point where the Nether Marshal's Scepter and Zhao Wansong's broadsword clashed.
Struck again, Zhao Wansong's trembling hand finally lost its grip on the broadsword, which fell limply to the ground with a thud.
Zhao Wansong tried to reach out and pick up the broadsword, but his trembling hands made it impossible for him to touch the weapon.
With a single strike, she defeated Zhao Wansong, the strongest among the group, Duanmu Yunshang's combat prowess once again shocked the entire audience.
Seeing Duanmu Yunshang's bravery, Dong He, who was standing next to Zhao Wansong, began to quietly back away.
Duanmu Yunshang naturally noticed Dong He's subtle movements, and raised the Nether Marshal's Scepter in her hand again, pointing it at Dong He.
"You treacherous and wicked man, die!"
Without giving Dong He any chance to explain, Duanmu Yunshang brought down the Nether Marshal's Scepter in anger.
Dong He stared in terror at the approaching Nether Marshal's Scepter, but before he could utter a sound, the Nether Marshal's Scepter struck him on the head.
Like a watermelon shattering, the scene exploded on Dong He's head. A flash of light from the Nether Marshal's Scepter deflected all the white and red objects. Dong He's headless body slowly fell to the ground, giving all the villagers of Moya Village a tremendous shock.
"Senior Duanmu, please spare our lives! We knew nothing about what the village chief did, please let us go."
After a brief moment of shock, the villagers knelt down on both sides of the road, weeping and begging for mercy.
Duanmu Yunshang ignored the villagers. Possessing the Divine Body, she disdained indiscriminate killing of innocents. Even though she knew that none of these villagers were innocent, she still refused to take action.
After beating Dong He to death, Duanmu Yunshang raised the Nether Marshal's Scepter again, her eyes flashing with cold light as she swept over Zhao Wansong and the other powerful figures from the Devil Realm.
Every powerful Devil Race who met Duanmu Yunshang's gaze lowered their head.
"Um?"
Just as Duanmu Yunshang was about to deal with these people, her divine sense detected that one of the Devil Race cultivators was fiddling with a communication bead behind his back.
"Stop it!"
Duanmu Yunshang shouted and swung the Nether Marshal's Scepter at the Devil Race cultivator.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Looking at Duanmu Yunshang charging towards him, the Devil Race cultivator revealed a maniacal smile, "Even if you kill us all, the Ancestor Fengcheng will avenge us! Haha, Human Race Ascenders, just wait for the vengeful wrath of my Devil Race!"
Amidst the Devil Race cultivator's loud laughter, Duanmu Yunshang's Nether Marshal's Scepter struck him in front of him and pierced through his body.
The loss of vitality caused the person's face to gradually turn pale, until it became ashen white as paper.
As the last breath of life escaped, the Devil Race cultivator collapsed, his eyes filled with madness.
The death of their companions ignited the fighting spirit of the Devil Race cultivators.
At this moment, the Devil Race's bloodthirsty and warlike nature was unleashed.
Even knowing that all of them, together, were no match for Duanmu Yunshang Duanmu Yunshang, they still drew their weapons and charged forward fearlessly towards her.
At this moment, the Nether Marshal's Scepter transformed into the Grim Reaper's scythe.
Each swing would take the life of a Devil Race cultivator.
Even a Supreme Saint Realm expert couldn't last more than two or three rounds against Duanmu Yunshang.
Light flashed in the air.
Every now and then a streak of colorful light would appear and disappear.
A large group of Devil Race, numbering twenty or thirty, fell from the sky one after another.
The Heaven-Burning Saint Physique and the Solar Saint Body made Duanmu Yunshang's aura even more formidable in battle.
The more she fought, the more courageous Duanmu Yunshang became, and she began to reap the lives of the Devil Race army.
Only Zhao Wansong remained.
A murderous glint flashed in Duanmu Yunshang's burning eyes.
Having already picked up the longsword from the ground, Zhao Wansong gritted his teeth and, after staring at Duanmu Yunshang for a few seconds, succumbed to the mental pressure and charged forward, brandishing his broadsword.
"Break!"
Duanmu Yunshang roared angrily, and the Nether Marshal's Scepter, carrying destructive power, struck towards Zhao Wansong.
The Nether Marshal's Scepter, swung rapidly, left behind a trail of afterimages.
Just as the Nether Marshal's Scepter struck Zhao Wansong's broadsword, countless afterimages began to overlap again, merging one after another into the point of attack, causing Duanmu Yunshang's offensive to surge like waves.
Just as the last afterimage merged into the Nether Marshal's Scepter, Zhao Wansong finally succumbed to the ferocious attack. His broadsword fell from his hand, and a mouthful of blood gushed into the sky.
The bright red blood turned into a blood mist in mid-air and swirled around Zhao Wansong, whose breath became extremely weak.
It seemed that only one final blow was needed to completely annihilate Zhao Wansong.
But just as Duanmu Yunshang was about to swing the Nether Marshal's Scepter to finish him off...
A figure suddenly appeared, blocking the path between Duanmu Yunshang and Zhao Wansong.
"Senior Leng Tianjue!"
Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao Wansong was overjoyed. Although he only saw the person's back, Zhao Wansong recognized the person's identity at a glance.
Duanmu Yunshang frowned and carefully examined the newly arrived expert.
Beneath his cold, piercing eyes, his hooked nose exhaled a chilling breath of anger, and the twitching corners of his mouth seemed to reveal the fury in his heart.
Leng Tianjue never expected that upon arriving at the scene immediately after receiving the news, he would find that so many of his Devil Race clan's experts had been killed.
"Young girl, you truly possess remarkable skills. You single-handedly slaughtered so many cultivators of my Devil Race."
Leng Tianjue spoke, veins bulged on his forehead, and a chilling killing intent erupted, locking onto Duanmu Yunshang.
Locked onto by Leng Tianjue's killing intent, Duanmu Yunshang took a deep breath to calm her shock, but made no other move.
At this moment, Duanmu Yunshang understood that if she made the slightest move, she would immediately face Leng Tianjue's thunderous attack.