579: Who are you, you scoundrels! How dare you launch a sneak attack on my Nine Netherworld Sect?

Those Nascent Soul Cultivators who were just fawning and echoing agreement,

including the Elder at Nascent Soul Perfection named Hei Sha, suddenly turned as pale as golden paper!

They felt as if their Nascent Souls were being pierced by billions of ice needles simultaneously!

It also felt like being thrown into a freezing millstone, being crushed bit by bit!

Their cold Evil Qi surged wildly, but they could only barely protect their heart vessels and Nascent Souls from being completely eroded by that Nirvana Soul Domain.

The muscles and bones throughout their bodies groaned under the unbearable weight, and pea-sized beads of sweat mixed with streaks of blood seeped from their pores.

Their legs shook like sieves, and they could barely remain standing!

“Who?! What scoundrel! How dare you ambush my Nine Nether Sect?! Get out here!!!”

Elder Bai Chi, worthy of being at the Late Stage Soul Transformation, reacted the fastest!

The moment that terrifying pressure descended, pitch-black Evil Qi as thick as substance erupted around him,

transforming into a hideous phantom ghost head that enveloped him!

He let out a sharp roar and soared into the sky, hovering above the camp, his hawk-like gaze scanning the surroundings with a mixture of shock and fury!

However, a storm was brewing in his heart!

He blocked it! But he had only blocked the icy pressure on his Physical Body!

That invisible fluctuation, aimed directly at the Soul Origin and carrying the intent of nirvanic annihilation,

was like a maggot on a bone, tightly entwined around his Primordial Spirit!

He had to divert more than seventy percent of his Primordial Spirit power just to barely resist the erosion of this strange Domain!

At this moment, he felt as if his Divine Sense had been fitted with heavy shackles,

making even external investigation exceptionally difficult, let alone accurately locking onto the specific location of the person releasing the pressure!

“Hiss... what strong pressure!”

“Heavens! Just the Aura alone... that group of Golden Cores from the Nine Nether Sect are all crippled!”

“Which Senior has taken action?! This is so satisfying!”

“Hahaha, retribution! The beasts of the Nine Nether Sect have finally kicked a steel plate!”

The surrounding Cultivators, who were less affected, retreated one after another. Beyond their shock, they felt an uncontrollable sense of gratification and relief!

Bai Chi hovered in the air, his expression shifting uncertainly. The opponent hadn't even shown their face,

yet a mere wave of pressure had made him so pathetic, even requiring his full effort to defend against that strange Soul attack!

This strength... was definitely above his! A chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

His years of life on the Evil Path had taught him that at a time like this, holding out was just seeking death!

“Retreat... or...” His eyes flickered as he quickly calculated the pros and cons. Just as the thought of retreating emerged—

Shua!

He felt the space before him ripple slightly like water!

In the next instant! A figure appeared as if teleporting, without any warning, in the Void Realm less than thirty feet in front of him!

Silent and soundless! It was faster than the limits of Divine Sense capture!

Bai Chi's pupils shrank suddenly! The hair all over his body stood on end! His heart almost stopped beating!

The newcomer wore a profound black dao robe, deep as the night. But that robe was not lifeless!

Countless complex and profound Yin and Yang dao markings, seemingly containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth,

flowed slowly across the robe's surface like living things, flickering incessantly!

Wisps of starlight escaped from the dao markings, outlining a vague and deep starry sky phantom behind him!

A boundless, ancient, yet supreme Aura of dao rhyme rushed toward him!

The profound star manifestation dao robe! Gifted by Leng Yuekui! A high-grade heavenly artifact!

Although with Yao Delong's current Physical Body strength from his newly formed Great Sun Sacred Body,

the defense of an ordinary Heaven-Grade Weapon robe was merely the icing on the cake for him, but wearing it now was purely for the sake of showing off!

To announce his identity! To crush the opponent's will before crushing them physically!

“A... High-Grade Heaven-Grade Weapon robe?!”

Bai Chi sucked in a breath of cold air, the muscles in his withered cheeks twitching.

A Soul Transformation Cultivator who could afford a robe of this level must have a terrifyingly deep background!

He forcibly suppressed the discomfort and fear in his Primordial Spirit and squeezed out a smile that looked worse than crying, cupping his hands in greeting:

“This Fellow Daoist... you look very unfamiliar. I wonder... I wonder where my Nine Nether Sect has offended your Excellency?

If there is a misunderstanding, please state it clearly, and I, Bai Chi, will surely...”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a cold sneer filled with endless mockery and killing intent.

“Heh...”

Yao Delong slightly tilted his chin. In those deep eyes, it was as if ten thousand years of profound ice were burning,

without any warmth, only pure, all-destroying killing intent!

The corners of his mouth curled into an extremely mocking arc, and his voice, like cold iron rubbing together, rang out clearly in the dead silence of the Ghost Cry Cliff outskirts:

“You don't... even recognize me?”

“Your Nine Nether Sect... really... doesn't learn from its mistakes!”

This voice, this tone, and that signature profound star manifestation dao robe!

“Buzz—!”

It was as if a heavy bomb had been dropped into the crowd below!

Those Cultivators who had attended the Yin Yang Sect True Disciple ceremony years ago were instantly struck as if by lightning!

“Yao... Yao Delong! It's True Disciple Yao of the Yin Yang Sect!!”

An Early Nascent Soul Stage old man screamed out, his voice trembling, filled with unbelievable awe,

“Back at the ceremony... he was only in the Nascent Soul Realm! How long has it been?! This Aura... this pressure... I... I can't see through him at all!!”

“It's him! It's definitely him! That Great Sun Aura! That sharp edge that looks down on everything! There's no mistake!”

Another middle-aged Cultivator who had once witnessed Yao Delong's style from afar was shaking with excitement.

“Hahahaha! The cycle of heaven turns, retribution is certain!!”

Someone laughed wildly, pointing at Bai Chi and the others, whose faces had instantly turned as pale as a dead man's and whose bodies began to tremble violently,

“You bastards of the Nine Nether Sect! Did you hear that?!

The companion of that 'Golden Core little girl' you just spoke of, the Big Brother that the White Flood Dragon would rather die to protect!

It's him! Yin Yang Sect—Yao! De! Long!!”

“Hiss—!”

“My God! It really is him!”

“It's over! This group from the Nine Nether Sect is completely finished! They dared to touch his people?”

“They deserve it! Just wait to be ground to dust and scattered!”

Shock! Ecstasy! Gloating! All sorts of emotions exploded among the spectating Cultivators!

And Bai Chi, hovering opposite Yao Delong, felt his brain go 'buzz' and turn blank the moment he heard the three words 'Yao Delong'!

That Heaven-Grade Weapon dao robe, that bone-chilling killing intent, that terrifying Domain piercing the Primordial Spirit... all the clues connected in an instant!

Blood Net!

That Prodigy Disciple the Sect had high hopes for, who was said to be able to fight across realms against the Void Refining Early Stage... was precisely by this fiend god in front of him... at the Yin Yang Sect's True Disciple ceremony, in front of countless people,

slaughtered like a chicken or a dog... killed brutally! Not even a whole corpse remained!

A despair a hundred times colder than the gloomy winds of Ghost Cry Cliff instantly submerged Bai Chi!

The color drained completely from his face, his lips trembled, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

The gaze he directed at Yao Delong was filled with nothing but boundless fear!

He was finished! All of them were finished!

But Yao Delong only looked coldly at this ant trembling with fear and slowly raised his right hand.

In his palm, there was no light, yet it seemed as if he held the killing intent of the entire world!

On his shoulder, You Yuan's dangling legs had stopped at some point.

On her small face, that innocent and romantic smile had long since vanished, replaced by a coldness that was almost indifferent.