141: Chapter 141 The Nascent Soul Demon is utterly vulnerable.

Qian Tong's appearance caught Zhao Ruoan slightly by surprise.

He hadn't expected that this fellow, who had been frightened out of his wits by him back then, would actually dare to appear before him again. Judging by his arrogant manner of relying on another's power, he had clearly completely defected to the Blood Fiend Sect and placed all his bets on this Elder Xue Tu.

"A defeated opponent, yet you dare to bark in front of me?" Zhao Ruoan glanced at him, his tone calm yet filled with utter disdain.

"You!" Qian Tong's face flushed red, and he trembled with rage.

He had indeed been frightened away by Zhao Ruoan back then, which was a supreme humiliation to him. He was dying to tear Zhao Ruoan into ten thousand pieces, but knowing full well that he was no match for him, he could only gnash his teeth and say to Elder Xue Tu beside him, "Elder! It's this brat! He is full of tricks, killed several of our brothers, and even snatched away the treasure! You must not let him off!"

Elder Xue Tu completely ignored Qian Tong's clamor. His turbid and tyrannical eyes kept staring fixedly at Zhao Ruoan, as if trying to figure something out from him.

His heart was filled with doubts.

A fierce battle had just taken place here, which could be seen from the traces and residual energy at the scene.

Elder Liu Changfeng from the Disciplinary Hall, as well as Black Crow, the spy he sent, were all dead.

Yet the youth before him, with merely a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation base, was able to stand here safely and soundly.

This was too abnormal.

"Brat, did you kill Elder Liu Changfeng?" Elder Xue Tu asked with a hoarse voice.

Although he and Elder Liu Changfeng had a cooperative relationship, he didn't care about the life or death of this Righteous Path traitor. What he cared about was how someone in the Foundation Establishment Stage could kill someone at the Peak of the Golden Core Stage.

The only explanation was by utilizing the Formation here.

"I killed him, so what?" Zhao Ruoan calmly admitted, without the slightest trace of fear on his face.

This unruffled and fearless attitude made Elder Xue Tu even more vigilant.

He looked around, spreading his Divine Sense to its full extent to carefully investigate this karst cave.

"An ancient killing Formation… It has some tricks to it." He quickly discovered the existence of the Formation, but didn't take it too to heart.

No matter how strong a Formation was, it was ultimately a lifeless object. As long as he found the Formation core, breaking it was merely a matter of time. Moreover, he was a great Nascent Soul Cultivator, with a world of difference separating him from the Golden Core Stage; he was confident that he could rely on absolute strength to forcefully withstand the Formation's attacks.

"Brat, this old man will give you a chance." Elder Xue Tu extended a withered finger, pointed at Zhao Ruoan, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Immediately hand over all the treasures you obtained here, then cripple your own cultivation, and follow this old man back to the Blood Fiend Sect to plead guilty to the Sect Master. If you do so, this old man can consider leaving your corpse intact."

In his view, this was already a supreme benevolence.

"Hahaha…"

Hearing this, Zhao Ruoan laughed uncontrollably, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Wang Kun behind him was so scared that his legs went soft.

It was over, it was completely over this time.

A Nascent Soul old devil had personally arrived; no matter how powerful Senior Brother Zhao was or how strong the Formation was, it was impossible for him to be an opponent!

He now deeply regretted why he had followed them in to muddy these waters.

"What are you laughing at?" Elder Xue Tu's expression sank, the murderous intent in his eyes surging wildly.

"I'm laughing at you for living to such an age just to waste it like a dog." Zhao Ruoan stopped laughing, the expression on his face instantly turning icy cold. "Death is at your doorstep, yet you remain ignorant."

"Impudent! You're courting death!"

Elder Xue Tu was completely enraged.

A mere ant at the Foundation Establishment Stage actually dared to repeatedly provoke the majesty of a great Nascent Soul expert!

He wasted no more words and suddenly raised his hand. A giant blood-colored skull handprint materialized out of thin air, carrying a thick stench of blood and the wails of resentful Souls, slamming straight down toward Zhao Ruoan's head!

With this blow, he mobilized a portion of his Nascent Soul Stage might, confident that it was enough to smash Zhao Ruoan and the Formation behind him into fine powder together!

Qian Tong and the remaining few Blood Fiend Sect Disciples all wore cruel and gratified smiles on their faces, as if they had already foreseen Zhao Ruoan's bloody and mangled end.

However, facing this world-destroying blow, Zhao Ruoan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He just gently snapped his fingers.

"Snap."

The crisp sound seemed insignificant beneath the roaring blood-colored handprint.

But right after that snap, the entire world seemed to freeze.

That giant blood-colored skull handprint stopped abruptly less than three chi above Zhao Ruoan's head, unable to advance even an inch further.

Immediately afterward, amidst the horrified and desperate gazes of Elder Xue Tu and the others, that handprint condensed from his Nascent Soul power actually began to turn into nothingness inch by inch, starting from the fingertips!

There was no violent explosion, no berserk energy countercharge.

It simply annihilated and vanished in utter silence, as if it had never appeared at all.

"This… How is this possible?!"

Elder Xue Tu's eyeballs were practically about to pop out, his face written all over with disbelief.

His full-strength blow at the Nascent Soul Stage actually… just vanished like this?

What kind of method was this anyway?

This wasn't a Formation!

He could sense the power of a Formation. But this power that annihilated his attack was completely beyond his comprehension; it was a power of a higher level, entirely superior to his cognition!

"It's my turn."

Zhao Ruoan's voice rang in Elder Xue Tu's ears like a life-claiming curse.

He still stood in place without moving, merely slowly raising his right hand and clenching it empty-handedly toward Elder Xue Tu.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.

Elder Xue Tu suddenly let out an incomparably miserable scream. The arm with which he had slapped out the skull handprint unexpectedly snapped from the middle without any warning, twisting into a bizarre angle!

Immediately following were the second and third sounds…

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Under everyone's terrified gaze, Elder Xue Tu's four limbs were forcibly crushed inch by inch by what seemed like an invisible colossal force!

"Ahahaha—!"

The intense pain caused this Nascent Soul old devil to howl like a slaughtered pig. He wanted to circulate his spiritual power to resist, only to find that the spiritual power within his body seemed to be completely imprisoned, unable to be mobilized by even a fraction!

His proud Nascent Soul trembled in his Dantian Qi Sea, tightly suppressed by an irresistible mighty force!

"No… You… Who on earth are you?!"

Elder Xue Tu was both shocked and terrified; he finally realized what a terrifying existence he had provoked.

This wasn't the Foundation Establishment Stage, this was definitely not the Foundation Establishment Stage!

Even old monsters of the Soul Transformation Stage couldn't possibly possess such weird and overbearing methods!

Across empty air, ignoring spiritual power defense, directly crushing a Nascent Soul Cultivator's bones!

This was a method only immortals could possess!

"Who I am, you are not worthy to know."

Zhao Ruoan's expression was indifferent as his palm made an empty grip once more.

"Bang!"

Elder Xue Tu's chest suddenly collapsed into a terrifying dent. Struck as if by a heavy blow, he violently spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood, flying backward like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily into the stone wall behind him, and then sliding limply to the ground.

All the bones in his entire body were shattered, his Meridians were snapped inch by inch, and the Nascent Soul in his Dantian was also covered in cracks; he was already exhaling more than inhaling.

A single move!

Merely a single move!

A notoriously infamous Demonic Path giant of the Nascent Soul Stage was completely crippled, his life or death unknown!

The entire karst cave once again fell into a death-like silence.

The smiles on the faces of Qian Tong and those few Blood Fiend Sect Disciples had long since frozen, replaced by endless fear and despair.

Their pillar of support, their greatest reliance, Elder Xue Tu… was just like that… gone?

Looking at the youth walking over step by step, they felt even their Souls trembling.

Devil!

This word was no longer enough to describe the Zhao Ruoan before them.

He was a god! The Grim Reaper who dominated life and death!

"Thud!"

Qian Tong was the first to react. His legs went soft, and he directly collapsed to his knees, kowtowing desperately toward Zhao Ruoan.

"Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life! This lesser one was blind and deserves a thousand deaths! I beg Senior to just let me go like a fart!"

While kowtowing, he frantically slapped his own face, making loud smacking sounds, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a pig head.

The remaining few Blood Fiend Sect Disciples followed suit, all kneeling to beg for mercy, the sounds of crying and kowtowing blending into a cacophony.

Even Wang Kun in the corner subconsciously followed suit and knelt down, continuously kowtowing toward Zhao Ruoan's direction.

In the face of absolute, crushing strength, any dignity and backbone appeared so ridiculous and pale.

Zhao Ruoan ignored the wails of these ants.

He walked up to Elder Xue Tu, looking down condescendingly at this lingering old devil.

"Now, can we have a good chat?"

Elder Xue Tu used his very last shred of strength to raise his head, looking at Zhao Ruoan's young and calm face, his eyes filled with venom and unwillingness.

"You… What on earth… what Demonic Technique did you use?"

"Want to know?" Zhao Ruoan smiled.

He extended his hand and pressed it onto Elder Xue Tu's crown.

"Go down to Hell and ask King Yama."

A majestic force of immortal Soul instantly surged into Elder Xue Tu's Sea of Consciousness.

Soul Search!

"Ah—!"

Elder Xue Tu let out a final, inhumanly miserable scream, his entire body convulsing violently, blood bleeding from his seven orifices, and the luster in his eyes rapidly dimming.

A moment later, his body stiffened, and he completely lost all vital signs.

A Nascent Soul old devil thus experienced Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.