The Living Beings of the Three Realms; Puxian Finally Panicked

The two weapons clashed violently with the longsword in Han Xiangzi's hand once again, unleashing a burst of incredibly violent power that sent ripples spreading outwards in concentric circles.

"Ah!"

Feeling the surge of violent power, the two Demon Race cultivators' faces turned extremely ugly, and they let out a series of shrill screams, with gushes of blood gushing from their mouths.

Their bodies, like kites with broken strings, were thrown out violently.

It crashed heavily against the hard stone wall in the distance, creating three large holes in it.

Streams of scarlet blood slowly flowed down from the three large holes.

These two guys were severely injured by the shockwave and lay on the ground, barely alive.

"Old dog, now it's my turn!"

Seeing that the two had been defeated by him in one move, Han Xiangzi sneered, took a step, and leaped forward, wielding his long sword, charging towards the two Demon Race cultivators he had defeated. His figure drew an arc in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the side of the two. With a sudden spin, the long sword in his hand slashed fiercely at the neck of one of the cultivators.

"Ah! No!"

Seeing Han Xiangzi charging towards him, the male Demon Race cultivator's expression changed drastically, and a deep look of fear appeared on his face.

However, Han Xiangzi was too fast. With a flick of his wrist, the longsword, carrying a sharp Sword-Ray, slashed fiercely at his neck, and a stream of bright red blood gushed out.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud suddenly rang out, and the Demon Race cultivator's head fell directly to the ground. His body stiffened, and he lost all life.

"Ah! You old dog, you bastard, I'll make you pay with your life!"

Seeing his companion killed by Han Xiangzi's sword, another Demon Race cultivator couldn't help but roar to the sky, his eyes filled with madness. A monstrous fighting spirit and killing intent erupted, and his figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing towards Han Xiangzi. The weapon in his hand released a dazzling golden light, and countless incomparably sharp Sword-Ray condensed on it.

"Die!"

Seeing the sharp aura emanating from the weapon released by the opponent, Han Xiangzi's expression changed slightly, his aura suddenly surged, and he slashed down with his long sword.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out, and dazzling sparks burst forth in the sky.

"Boom!"

The two figures collided violently in the sky, producing a deafening roar. Waves of energy surged outwards in all directions, distorting the entire void as if it were being twisted by the terrifying energy shockwaves. The void cracked and spread outwards in all directions, creating a series of fine cracks.

"Cough cough!"

Two figures were violently thrown back. Han Xiangzi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward. In that instant, the sleeve of his right arm was torn apart by the terrifying force, and the severed arm fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

"How is this possible? Your strength has suddenly increased!"

The injured Demon Race cultivator, witnessing the scene before him, widened his eyes in shock, cried out in disbelief, and roared out, each word distinct and uttered.

"Good!"

Upon hearing the words of the Demon Race cultivator, Han Xiangzi sneered. He clenched his fist slightly, and a surge of immense power rushed into his severed arm. The muscles in his arm began to writhe wildly, and in the blink of an eye, the wound on his hand was healed. His robes were also restored to their original state in an instant, as if nothing had ever happened.

"You... what kind of Cultivation Method is this? It has such terrifying regenerative abilities!"

Seeing the speed at which Han Xiangzi's arm recovered, the Demon Race cultivator's eyes widened in astonishment, and he let out a gasp, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Heh heh! I have to thank you two old bastards for this recovery ability. Without you, where would I get so many treasures? Tell me, what should be my punishment?"

Upon hearing the question from the Demon Race cultivator, a mocking smile immediately appeared on Han Xiangzi's face. Looking at the other party, she smiled faintly.

"What crime have you committed! What crime have you committed! You little beast, even as a ghost, I will not let you go! Even as a ghost, I will drag you down to the Netherworld Underworld!"

"Hahaha! With just that one sentence, I can easily make your soul vanish!"

Han Xiangzi threw his head back and laughed loudly. With a flick of his wrist, he brandished his longsword once more. Sharp Sword-Ray burst forth in the air, radiating dazzling light, like brilliant fireworks, shooting forward.

An uninvited guest also arrived at Ao Changsheng's Daoist residence.

"So you really are the last of the Dragon Race bloodline!"

Ao Changsheng slowly opened his eyes. "I wonder what True Person Puxian has with me?"

After all, this guy has always preferred to stay in his little corner of White Crane Cave.

"Is the Three Realms the Primordial World really about to change?" True Person Puxian asked, frowning.

Ao Changsheng raised an eyebrow. "Puxian Daoist Puxian, haven't you always been indifferent to matters of the Primordial World?"

This guy has always only focused on his own cultivation level.

Moreover, he knew that his master didn't care much about matters of the Primordial World.

Therefore, he once thought that his master didn't care about these things at all.

"If the Primordial World were truly about to change, what would you do?"

Ao Changsheng laughed, "Do you really think I can stop the Primordial World now? Although I have considerable strength, I haven't been able to change Primordial World fundamental nature. The Primordial World today is no longer the Primordial World of the past. Let's turn our attention to the outside world first!"

"Alright!" True Person Puxian nodded.

He also knew that the distance between him and this Dragon Ancestor was growing wider and wider, and that he might never be able to fight alongside him again.

So perhaps Ao Changsheng no longer needs him!

"Do you know?" True Person Puxian suddenly asked.

"Oh? I wonder what Puxian Daoist Puxian wants to say?" Ao Changsheng asked with a smile.

"Do you know about how His Demon Emperor was assassinated?" True Person Puxian looked at Ao Changsheng, knowing that the other party would definitely listen to him.

"I know His Demon Emperor was assassinated, but I did not intervene. My mission was merely to protect Dragon Island."

Ao Changsheng was telling the truth, because he genuinely didn't know the details of the matter, and therefore he was quite interested in what True Person Puxian had said.