Following Su Yiâs gaze, they saw a man in bronze armor. Every inch of him emanated the aura of the early-stage Profound Illumination Realm.
However, he wasnât a true Emperor.
Rather, he was an Imperial-level Demonic Golem!
Just like the name implied, a Demonic Golem was a golem refined through Demonist legacies and secret arts.
An Imperial-level Demonic Golem was unquestionably a first-rate treasure.
Even in the Nine Provinces of the Wilds, you could only find them in peak Demonist orthodoxies.
But if that were all there was to it, it still wouldnât be worthy of Su Yiâs attention.
The crux of the matter was that heâd refined the man in bronze armor himself in his past life! He was the ninth Demonic Golem Su Yi had crafted, hence his name: âMo Jiuâ, or âNinth Demon.â
All these years have passed. The people have changed, but the treasures havenât. Mo Jiuâs aura hasnât changed all that much. It seems that over the years, the Wei Family has viewed him as a treasure and continuously looked after him, providing him with an endless supply of Grand Dao Divine EssenceâŠÂ thought Su Yi.
Demonic Golems werenât living people, but they had true spirits, and their power required a continuous supply of Grand Dao Divine Essence to maintain.
Furthermore, Demonic Golemsâ combat skills existed as formations carved into their bodies. When their power ran out, they lost all ability to fight.
And they could only do battle if a cultivator were controlling them.
Because of this, they ultimately couldnât compete with true Emperors.
However, with Mo Jiuâs power, exterminating anyone beneath the Imperial level would be as easy as turning over your hand!
The atmosphere was stifled.
When Mo Jiu appeared, the old demonsâ all felt a suffocating pressure bear down on them, and their expressions were incredibly dark and unsightly.
But it was then that the White-Faced Daoist said expressionlessly, âWei Yun, this is the divine artifact of the Wei Family, that Imperial-level Demonic Golem, right?â
Wei Yun exclaimed, âYou actually know quite a bit.â
A Demonic Golem.
Only then did the group realize that the man in bronze armor wasnât really an Emperor.
The White-Faced Daoist couldnât help but laugh. âWe dared travel with you, so how could we not prepare countermeasures just in case? All I can say is, no matter how much you plot and scheme, youâre the one whoâll suffer in the end!â
As he spoke, he opened his mouth and spat.
Whoosh!
Blood-colored light shot out like a bolt of cloth. It was misty and dazzlingly bright.
Upon closer inspection, it was actually a flying knife. It was only seven inches long, and its surface was covered with countless intricate, contorted yao glyphs. It was as red as if it were on fire, and it emanated a terrifying, strange bloody light.
Kcch!
The knife flew through the air, cleaving at Mo Jiu with unbelievable speed.
For a moment, the groupâs hair stood on end. Even just watching, they sensed a potentially lethal threat, and they instinctively moved further away.
Boom!
Practically simultaneously, the tall, stalwart, armored Mo Jiu swung his fist. The fist force was as dazzlingly golden as a sun moving through the skies, tyrannical beyond measure.
In the outside world, those terrifying energy fluctuations could have leveled an entire landscape with ease.
However, although this hidden realm was only about a thousand feet across, the punch merely produced a few ripple-like fluctuations.
Boom!!!
An impact rang out, shaking heaven and earth.
The flying knife was flung backward, buzzing and trembling. The strange yao glyphs covering its surface wriggled, surging with misty light.
Mo Jiu, meanwhile, was forced several steps back!
He was an Imperial-level Demonic Golem, yet he hadnât gained even the slightest advantage in that exchange!
Wei Yunâs pupils constricted, and his expression shifted dramatically.
âAn excellent treasure!â
âNo wonder you had such confidence in this expedition, Daoist Brother! So, you had a nigh miraculous yao weapon like this!â
There was an uproar amongst the old monsters. Their eyes lit up, and their spirits soared.
Even Cui Jingyan and the old blind man were visibly moved. To have shaken an Imperial-level Demonic Golen, that blood-red flying knife had to have extraordinary origins!
âThis treasure is called Yao Blood Heavenâs Demise, and itâs an unfathomably mighty supreme treasure of the yao path. Around a hundred years ago, I risked my life to obtain it from an ancient ruin in the City of the Wrongfully Dead. I suspect its former master was a mighty Profound Serenity Yao Emperor,â the White-Faced Daoist said leisurely. âAlthough its weapon spirit has long since been destroyed, reducing its power, countering an Imperial-level Demonic Golem should be well within the bounds of possibility.â
The City of the Wrongfully Dead!
A supreme treasure of the yao path!
The old monsters were unwittingly moved, both shocked and jealous.
Not even they had known that the White-Faced Daoist was in possession of such an unbelievable treasure.
âYao Blood Heavenâs Demise⊠The City of the Wrongfully DeadâŠ. A Profound Serenity Yao Emperor⊠just which ancient expert left such a treasure behind?â Cui Jingyan asked with uncertainty.
However, she was well aware of how perilous the City of the Wrongfully Dead was. Throughout history, countless Emperors had been buried there.
It wasnât actually all that strange that the White-Faced Daoist had found such a treasure there.
Wei Yunâs expression filled with uncertainty.
There was no doubt about it; he too thought that the White-Faced Daoistâs killer weapon would be troublesome to overcome.
âWith your cultivation, even if you can control this treasure, Iâm afraid you wonât last long,â Wei Yun said coldly.
If picking up an Imperial-level treasure was enough to let someone do whatever they wanted, the world would have long since descended into chaos.
In truth, those beneath the Imperial level found it almost impossible to control Imperial treasures.
Those who tried were like small children waving a saber about. One wrong move, and theyâd only hurt themselves.
âHahaha! Wei Yun, all I need to do is use the knife to restrict the Demonic Golden while my Fellow Daoists take care of you! That way, we can break free of this trap with ease!â The White-Faced Daoist threw back his head and laughed.
Before his voice had even finished echoing through the air, the flying knife, Yao Blood Heavenâs Demise, let out a high-pitched rumble as it slashed at the airborne Demonic Golem.
The glint of its edge was dazzling, and its murderous power was terrifying beyond limit.
Boom!
Wei Yun directed the Demonic Golem and clashed with it head-on.
A grand battle broke out. The Demonic Golem swung his fists, his every movement perfectly controlled, his fist force as radiant as the sun. Even a casual attack could have easily destroyed any of the old monsters.
However, Yao Blood Heavenâs Demise blocked and neutralized his attacks, one by one.
âEveryone, quick! Kill Wei Yun!â shouted the White-Faced Daoist.
It was just as Wei Yun said; with his cultivation base, he wouldnât be able to control an Imperial treasure like Yao Blood Heavenâs Demise for long.
In truth, there was no need for the White-Faced Daoist to remind them. The Heaven-Slaughtering Monk, One-Armed Demon, Old Ghost Thousand Eyes, and the other old monsters were already attacking.
All of them knew full well that so long as they killed Wei Yun, thereâd be no one to control the Demonic Golem, effectively reducing it to an inanimate object. It would no longer pose a threat.
Boom!
Treasure light danced through the air, and Daoist invocations boomed.
The old monsters unleashed their treasures, all of them targeting Wei Yun.
Cui Jingyan and the old blind man couldnât help but sweat on Wei Yunâs behalf. They couldnât help but glance at Su Yi.
But to their astonishment, despite the current situation, Su Yi still just stood there with his hands behind his back, as calm as someone watching a wildfire from distant shores.
A few breaths of time laterââ
Wei Yun was severely injured, covered in wounds, and gushing blood. He looked utterly miserable.
He was even showing signs of losing control over the Demonic Golem.
The White-Faced Daoist said excitedly, âQuick! He wonât last much longer!â
Boom!
The grand battle intensified.
The thousand-foot hidden realm was increasingly chaotic and turbulent.
Strangely, whenever the aftershock of the battle neared the ninety-foot black altar, blood-colored light blocked and neutralized it.
However, it launched no further attacks.
This seemed rather strange; it was as if the altar were sentient, and that it would only attack any experts who attempted to approach it.
âYou three, seize this opportunity to leave this place as fast as you can. So long as you flee, experts of the Wei Family will receive you, and your lives wonât be in any danger!â
Suddenly, Wei Yunâs transmitted voice resounded in Su Yi, Cui Jingyan, and the old blind manâs ears.
The lord of Nightdemon City was covered in blood and riddled with wounds; it hurt just looking at him. It seemed he might drop dead at any moment.
Yet heâd nonetheless taken the time to warn them. This left Cui Jingyan and the old blind man unwittingly stunned, but also moved. This guyâs⊠really not so badâŠ!
âDie!â The One-Armed Demon bellowed and swung his saber, stirring up dazzling blood-colored light.
The other old monsters surrounded Wei Yun from other directions, cutting off all possible escape routes.
The corners of Wei Yunâs lips twitched, and his eyes shone with madness.
The severely injured lord of Nightdemon City let out a burst of unrestrained laughter. âKill me, and you wonât live either!â
But just as he was about to take actionâ
A tall, upright figure appeared in front of him, seemingly out of nowhere. His hands brushed through the air, then pushed down.
Bang!!
Both the One-Armed Demon and his weapon were sent flying. He slammed to the ground about one hundred feet away, coughing up blood.
Then, Su Yi pressed his palm down.
An unblockable, terrifying pressure suddenly appeared in the surrounding skies, rumbling like thunder.
It was as if a divine mountain had slammed into the Heaven-Slaughtering Ghost Monk, Old Ghost Thousand Eyes, and the other old monsters. All of them were sent flying.
Miserable shrieks and startled cries followed.
Cui Jingyan and the old blind man inwardly sighed in relief, and they felt a massive weight lift from their shoulders. Fortunately, he intervened right in the nick of time!
Wei Yun was stunned, and he stood there in a daze. He almost thought he was dreaming.
A young Spiritual Incarnation cultivator had, with a single gesture, broken the encirclement of an entire group of old fiends!
Who wouldnât have been astonished?
âHm? Dammit!!â The White-Faced Daoist, who was still directing Yao Blood Heavenâs Demise to fight the Demonic Golen, was visibly stunned. Alarm and anger were written all over his face.
Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed at Su Yi.
Whoosh!
The seven-inch Yao Blood Heavenâs Demise streaked through the air like a beam of flowing light, slicing through the sky with terrifying, soul-stealing momentum.
âWatch out!â Wei Yun was startled out of his wits. He directed the Demonic Golem to stop it, but he was one step too late.
However, he watched as Su Yi raised his right hand.
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Boom!
The dazzling, piercing light filling the air shattered and dispersed, like blooming fireworks.
Beneath the crowdâs dumbstruck gazes, Su Yiâs tall, upright figure remained in place, not wavering in the slightest, without even a single hair out of place.
The only difference was that now, a streak of blood-colored light churned between his right fore and middle fingers. Yao glyphs surged as the light struggled with all its might, but it couldn't shake his fingers in the slightest.
Upon closer inspection, that streak of bloody light was none other than Yao Blood Heavenâs Demise!
With a single gesture, heâd trapped an Imperial yao weapon, like a deity subduing a vicious dragon, capturing it with ease.