Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

From the shadows slowly emerged a handsome man with a noble air.

A whip rested on his shoulder, clad in luxurious green robes, with earrings adorning his ears.

The man's face was stern and youthful, with a slight upturn to his lips; the blood splattered on his fair skin was strikingly stark.

He walked with a sword in his right hand, and around his waist hung strips of white tiger skin, resembling fox fur.

He was the leader of the Four Kings of Humanity, Dragon King... Wen Guyan!!

Wen Guyan slightly raised his eyes, his gaze icy and filled with murderous intent.

He extended his left hand, a nearly decayed and shriveled eyeball resting in his palm, and said in a frigid voice.

"I'll ask one more time, do you recognize this aura?"

The White Tiger remained silent, its entire body tense, its mountain-like form exuding immense pressure.

The White Tiger bared its fangs, a low growl emanating from its throat.

Wen Guyan's icy gaze swept over the Snow Spirit Tiger.

"I gave you a chance."

As the words fell, the massive tiger demon's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the next instant...

The power of the sword intent hidden within the wound instantly erupted!!!

Boom!!!!

The massive tiger demon's body seemed to be slashed by countless sword rays in an instant, its huge form instantly dismembered!!

And the power remaining in that wound almost instantly extinguished the tiger demon's vitality, its power decaying...

This was also Wen Guyan's Dao!!

The ultimate of the Wood element spirit root, the decay of vitality!

Blood rained down, corpses scattered everywhere.

Wen Guyan slowly walked to the corpse, raised his hand, and peeled off a tiger skin from it.

He casually collected the tiger meat, tiger bones, and so on.

Having done all this, Wen Guyan took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky.

In the depths of his profound eyes surged an uncontrollable icy killing intent and ferocity.

He closed his eyes slightly, holding the blood-stained tiger skin in his hand, and murmured.

"Bai Su, ah Bai Su... where exactly are you?"

Four-winged cyan feathers spread out, and the terrifying True Immortal pressure diffused.

The great demons within a hundred miles trembled at this moment.

Since ascending, Wen Guyan had been traveling alone, almost frantically vying for every resource he could, with his talent and strength.

Over the years, he had traveled all three regions.

He had killed more than a dozen tiger demons, but had not found any trace of Bai Su, nor had he encountered anyone who had ascended from the Spirit Realm.

At the same time.

Bai Su, who was cultivating in the elder's quiet chamber of the Flying Cloud Palace, suddenly woke up!!!

Upon waking, Bai Su's breathing was rapid, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, and he supported himself on his knees, panting heavily.

With a solemn expression, Bai Su clutched his heart, his lips trembling slightly.

"What's going on..."

"Why this sudden palpitation?"

"Huff... Huff..."

Disturbed, Bai Su swallowed a pill for calming the mind and gathering the spirit, and suddenly stood up.

After walking out of the quiet chamber, a middle-aged man quickly bowed and saluted.

"Elder Bai."

Bai Su nodded slightly and softly spoke.

"How is the woman I brought back?"

The man bowed and said in a deep voice.

"Awake, doesn't say a word, can't smell anything."

Bai Su sneered upon hearing this; he didn't expect these subordinates to be able to find anything out anyway.

"Mm, I'll go take a look."

Bai Su's eyes flickered incessantly, his teeth clenched, and he felt somewhat flustered.

That inexplicable sense of crisis and the aura of death made him panic.

He didn't even know what this inexplicable palpitation was coming from!!!

"Is it that bastard Li Guanqi, or who?"

Soon, Bai Su arrived at the dungeon of the Flying Cloud Palace.

The underground dungeon was dark and damp, and the air was filled with a pungent, musty odor.

Many people were imprisoned in the dungeon, and Bai Su entered alone.

He hadn't walked far when he heard the clanging of chains.

A legless person with gouged-out eyes and disheveled hair crawled towards the entrance like a madman.

"Ugh!! Ugh ugh!! Ugh..."

It was a woman, a woman who was fat and out of shape, now in a miserable state.

Bai Su actually smiled when he saw her, and came to the outside of the prison, looking at the woman with her tongue cut out, and slowly spoke.

"How does it taste now?"

"Huh?"

"Chang! Ping!"

Chang Ping probably never dreamed that the Palace Master of the Flying Cloud Palace would really abandon her completely for Bai Su's sake.

Her arrogance and domineering behavior, which had been recorded on the merit book, had completely become a pile of yellow earth burying her.

Chang Ping's dark eye sockets couldn't even cry.

Only a pleading whimper came from her mouth.

Chang Ping had now lost all her cultivation, her legs had been cut off, her eyes had been gouged out, and her tongue had been pulled out, all done by Bai Su himself.

Cruel?

Bai Su had no pity at all.

If he hadn't resisted back then, he would have suffered even more miserably in Chang Ping's hands.

Bai Su slowly squatted down, reached out and grabbed Chang Ping's hair, looked at her disgusting face, and said in a cold voice.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you so quickly, the days are still long..."

As the words fell, Bai Su gently grabbed Chang Ping's hands and squeezed them in his palms.

As his large hands slowly exerted force, the sound of bones cracking was endless.

"Cough cough...!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!!!"

Bai Su smiled slightly, and his heart was a lot calmer as he listened to the woman's screams.

Releasing his hand, Chang Ping's hands had long since become a bloody mess, with white bones connected to the blurred flesh hanging on her palms.

Bai Su slowly stood up, turned around expressionlessly, and murmured.

"I'm not looking for you today..."

After speaking, Bai Su listened to the screams in his ears and walked towards the depths of the dungeon.

In the dark and deep depths of the dungeon, there was a prison cell that was five zhang in length and width.

The door of the prison cell was made of special materials and was very strong, and it was completely sealed, without any gaps.

He raised his hand and embedded the Flying Cloud Palace Elder token into the door's formation.

Rumble!!!

The stone door slowly opened, and Hong Zhi lay limply on the ground. Hearing the movement, her eyes turned to look in the direction of the door.

The door was opened, and Bai Su slowly walked in, wearing the flowing light robes of the Flying Cloud Palace Elder.

His burly figure gave people a great sense of oppression, and the brazier in the room was lit with a bang.

The flickering firelight shone on Bai Su, and Hong Zhi, lying on the ground, could only see a burly black shadow.

"Heh, it seems they're still too gentle with you."

Looking at Hong Zhi with her limbs broken, Bai Su walked closer and stepped on Hong Zhi's wrist and slowly twisted!!!

Crack crack crack!!!!!

Hong Zhi's eyes were bloodshot, and she clenched her teeth but didn't say a word.

Bai Su smiled when he saw this, bent down and picked up Hong Zhi's crushed hand.

"I'm actually very curious, after you ascended, didn't you encounter the Eight Generals or... the Dragon King?"

Hong Zhi endured the severe pain and glared at Bai Su fiercely, remaining silent.

Bai Su sneered.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it."

"I have plenty of time and methods."

His wide hand grabbed Hong Zhi's head and lifted it directly.

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