The Price of Running Your Mouth

When a man unleashed his killing intent, heaven and earth turned upside down.

Unlike natural calamities, the difficulty of the final trial, the "Human Calamity," varied from person to person. It could brush past like a gentle breeze or strike like a raging sea. The workings behind it were mysterious, yet fate had already set its course.

The Daoist School advocated withdrawing from the world to cultivate, precisely to avoid karmic ties and make the path of cultivation less obstructed.

Shen Yun had slain several Nine Nether Great Demons on his journey. His karmic entanglements ran deep. Now that his Human Calamity had arrived, how could the Devil Race stand idly by?

Every sip and every bite was fated.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Suddenly, successive sounds of something tearing through the air interrupted his thoughts.

As the light faded, the mighty figures of both races crossed the void and descended.

Qi Yuan stepped forward and shouted gravely, "Dao Lord, be careful! This monster comes from the Chaos Heaven Demon clan. Magic Power is useless against him, and his strength is extraordinary!"

Beside him, Ao Cang spoke solemnly, his voice ringing like a great bell. "With our cultivation, holding him off for a while will be no trouble. Fellow Daoist Shen, focus on your Tribulation Crossing!"

"Exactly. The Dao Lord's Tribulation Crossing comes first. Don't let this distract you."

The assembled titans voiced their agreement, gripping their weapons as fighting spirit soared to the heavens.

Xuan Ji heard them without a ripple crossing his face. He did not move.

But in the next instant—

An utterly terrifying aura erupted, as though gushing from the Nine Nether Rift Abyss. Even heaven and earth seemed to stall.

Thud, thud, thud!

The titans, so imposing a moment before, staggered backward as if struck by