He Chuan acted as if he had just done something insignificant.

He didn’t even look at the battle between the Xiantian masters and continued walking towards the Spiritual God Temple with his hands behind his back.

Cai Lian tried her best not to vomit. The two lumps of minced meat were at her feet, and she could feel her stomach churning.

Of course, He Chuan had done this on purpose. Otherwise, the two connate experts of the White Lotus Cult would not even be left with ashes.

He needed to let the palace maid know that some battles were between life and death.

It wasn’t something that could be solved with kindness.

Even if He Chuan let the White Lotus Cult off, they would not turn over a new leaf.

Killing them would be the best choice.

In the front yard of Spiritual God Temple.

Yue Zhuang half knelt on the ground, and the black iron heavy sword in his hand fell to the ground. He was gasping for breath, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

The Jue Lengxin in front of him was too strong. He could not even retaliate.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the other party wanted to play a game of cat and mouse, Yue Zhuang would have been dead long ago.

“Tell me the location of Gumu Sect and I will spare your life!” Jue Lengxin was actually still a little afraid of Gumu Sect.

He wanted to take the opportunity to uproot Gumu Sect to solve his worries.

“No comment. The foreign cults will be defeated by the Chinese world’s cultivator once again!” Yue Zhuang wasn’t someone who was afraid of death.

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Moreover, it was best not to believe a single word of a person like Jue Lengxin.

Credibility and oaths were worthless to Jue Lengxin.

Even if Yue Zhuang told them the location of Gumu Sect, he would still die.

“Very good! This Lord admires tough bones like you the most! There were some people who were as tough as you before, but they still obediently submitted under my means. You’ll experience what it’s like to be unable to live or die later!”

Jue Lengxin licked his ink-black Lips. He wanted to crush Yue Zhuang’s bones inch by inch and then slowly torture him.

Just as Jue Lengxin was about to make a move, Spiritual God Temple’s door was slowly pushed open.

He Chuan walked into the front yard with Cai Lian.

Jue Lengxin’s eyes were half-opened, and he couldn’t help but be shocked.

As a saint cultivator, nothing within dozens of miles could escape his five senses.

The two people in front of him had actually evaded his detection and walked in openly. It could be seen how strong they were!

“Haha, today is a good day. I can catch all the cultivators experts of the Central Plains in one fell swoop. Then, no one will be able to stop me!” Jue Lengxin didn’t care how He Chuan and Cai Lian had entered.

As a saint cultivator, he was very confident.

“You’re too noisy. The White Lotus Cult’s Leader is just so-so, and you said you’d make him wish he was dead. I’ll return the favor!” He Chuan realized that Jue Lengxin wasn’t simple. Not only did she have the true essence of a saint cultivator, but he also had an extremely evil aura.

Jue Lengxin must have relied on evil techniques to break through to the saint cultivator level.

Ever since Jue Wuxin had unified the White Lotus Cult, no one dared to speak to him like this for many years.

He Chuan, who was in front of him, made him angry.

Even if his opponent was a saint cultivator, he was still no match for him, because he still had a trump card.

“Ah!”

Jue Lengxin howled to the sky and his entire body began to expand. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a small giant that was close to three meters tall.

His eyes turned from black to scarlet, and his face was extremely ferocious.

His aura also rose steadily.

A terrifying evil aura filled the air and shot up into the clouds.

“So you’re a lackey of the gods. No wonder you can break through to the saint cultivator realm.” He Chuan recalled the images of the gods and demons recorded in ‘Anecdote of Qizhou’, which were very similar to Jue Wuxin.

However, his heart did not waver. Whether the other party was a human or a demon, they were destined to not live through the night.

It was a good opportunity to observe what the gods looked like up close.

“This is a monster. You two, leave quickly. I’ll stop him!” Yue Zhuang struggled to stand up. He had read about gods and devils in the Gumu Sect.

The ancestors of the Gumu Sect had once fought with them, so they classified the gods and demons recorded in the ‘Anecdotes of Qizhou’ as monsters.

“None of you can leave. I will slowly torture you!”

A scarlet mist rose from Jue Wuxin’s palm as she used the Blood Devouring Heavenly Devil Sutra. Instantly, a powerful suction force attacked He Chuan, trying to suck all of his blood.

The Blood Devouring Heavenly Devil Sutra was a cultivation technique created by an evil demon god, and it could drain the blood of its enemies from a distance.

“You, trash with a sharp tongue. I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve. What a disappointment!” He Chuan was very disappointed by Jue Lengxin’s attack. He had thought that he would be able to witness the legendary power of gods and devils, but he did not expect that Jue Lengxin was pitifully weak.

As expected, it was better to rely on oneself to break through than to rely on external forces.

He Chuan’s face was emotionless as he casually mobilized his vital essence. After a few transformations in his body, a mass of green true essence gushed out and transformed into a vine whip.

The vine whip seemed to have a life of its own under his control, and it slashed toward Jue Lengxin like a spiritual snake. The vine whip broke through the air, its force was so strong that it not only easily pierced through Jue Lengxin’s protective energy field, but the violent force also exploded in all directions, expanding to a radius of a hundred feet.

Under the backlash of this powerful explosion, the vital essence in Jue Lengxin’s body suffered a strong shock, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth.

“You have some ability!” He Chuan’s praise was the greatest insult to Jue Lengxin.

Anyone with eyes could see that his attack was done very casually, but Jue Lengxin had already used all his strength.

Yue Zhuang’s hand that was holding the steel heavy sword was trembling.

As a reclusive Gumu Sect successor, he had heard of how powerful a saint cultivator was.

The young man in front of him looked to be about the same age as him and had already become a saint cultivator.

Or could it be that this mysterious expert was an expert cultivated by a hidden sect?

Countless thoughts flashed through Yue Zhuang’s mind.

“No! I don’t believe it!” Jue Lengxin clutched his chest. He had just advanced to a saint cultivator, and had the god and devil’s power, so how could he be defeated so easily?

The key was, it was just a casual attack.

This was like someone who had just learned a peerless divine technique and thought that he was invincible, but who knew that he would be defeated the moment he came out of the mountain.

No one would be able to accept this.

“The power of gods and devils shouldn’t be limited to this, right? Let me taste some of it.” He Chuan crossed his arms and had no intention of pursuing the victory.

He Chuan didn’t believe that Jue Lengxin was so weak.

He was prepared to give him a chance until Jue Lengxin was at the end of his rope.

“You actually dare to insult this Lord!” Jue Lengxin roared in anger.

This was even worse than killing Jue Lengxin.

“There’s actually such a strong person in the martial arts world of the Central Plains!”

“If these are your last words, then I’ll send you to hell to repent for your sins to the dead central Plainsmen!” He Chuan’s eyes suddenly turned sharp!

His aura instantly rose crazily.

Wei Qiancheng, who was at the foot of the mountain, looked at the sky above Spiritual God Temple. His powerful aura actually blew away the dark clouds in the sky.

Was this the power of a saint cultivator?

He was too strong!

Gulp.

Wei Qiancheng couldn’t help but swallow.

“Who do you think will win?”

I’m not sure, but judging from the aura emanating from the top of the mountain, they’re at least evenly matched. The White Lotus Cult can be defeated!

The Imperial Court’s experts didn’t know who had the upper hand, but they had beautiful wishes.