Cangzhou, Ancient Battlefield.

The Withered Bone Elder looked up at Lingxu standing mid-air with his hands behind his back. At such close range, he'd only just noticed his presence.

Lingxu simply stood there, radiating an intangible pressure. The oppressive aura felt almost physical, indescribable—like the entire sky was bearing down on him.

"You're this arrogant—did your mother know when you were little?" The Withered Bone Elder grinned.

"Lingxu Flying Kick!"

Lingxu shifted positions instantly, one foot forward, one foot back. The Withered Bone Elder hastily raised the captured cultivator in his hand as a shield.

Yet Lingxu's figure flashed past him, appearing behind the elder. His right hand shot out like lightning, snatching the cultivator from the Withered Bone Elder's grasp. With a casual swing to the left, he flung the rescued cultivator far away.

Simultaneously, his left fist shot forward in a devastating straight punch. Simple yet overwhelmingly powerful.

Layer upon layer of thin scales materialized before the Withered Bone Elder. But in the next instant, those seemingly indestructible scales shattered like paper under Lingxu's fist.

The remaining force of Lingxu's punch surged forward like a raging flood. The Withered Bone Elder's body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, only stopping after being sent flying nearly three hundred meters.

Without hesitation, the Withered Bone Elder turned and fled at breakneck speed. His movement was so fast it created sonic booms, as if he might tear through space itself.

Lingxu chuckled. "Weren't you the one who said nobody could kill you? Why run now?"

The Withered Bone Elder's face twisted in panic.

"............"

At the frontline of the demon tide, chaos reigned.

Countless demons swept northward like a dark storm, blotting out the sky. Nothing—whether towering mountains or vast rivers—could impede their advance.

The demon tide moved like an enormous black whirlwind, devouring everything in its path. Mountains crumbled under its force, rivers dried up instantly. Exposed riverbeds looked drained of all vitality.

Where the demon tide passed, only deathly silence remained. No signs of life—just endless darkness and cold.

Within the city walls, cultivators scattered in all directions. Against such odds, any who stayed would die—the strong might last slightly longer, but the outcome remained unchanged. Who could possibly kill so many demons?

With the fall of Burial Armament City, nearly all of Cangzhou would follow.

Chaos filled the city. Those unable to flee hid in underground shelters, praying for divine protection while clinging to false hope in the city's defenses.

But the soldiers on the walls stood frozen in terror. One white-bearded soldier remained motionless despite his disciple's tugging. "No one escapes. No one."

The sea of demons stretched as far as the eye could see—escape was impossible. Only the timing of death differed now.

The vanguard demons scaled the walls like starving tigers, claws outstretched.

Then—in an instant—a blinding pillar of light descended from heaven, crashing directly into the demonic horde.

BOOM—!!!

The impact triggered a massive explosion, shockwaves rippling outward. Demon screams and howls mingled together as the once-unstoppable tide was torn apart, casualties mounting instantly.

"Sect Leader of Mount Shushan—Lingxu."

Lingxu stood before the city walls.

Countless demons charged forward undeterred. Lingxu remained calm, smiling faintly. One hand behind his back, the other slowly extending forward.

What he offered wasn't just a fist—but an entire world's might.

Though the movement seemed slow, it carried irresistible force, as if concentrating all the world's power. Space warped around the advancing fist, time seemed to freeze, and light itself blurred.

"........."

The Scarlet Dawn Demon King observed coldly. "No rush. Wear him down first. The real battle begins later."

A panting voice interrupted—the Withered Bone Elder glared angrily at the demon king, clearly blaming him for not assisting earlier. The demon king ignored him.

"Rest first. A tough fight awaits."

The Withered Bone Elder cursed. "Damn it! Last time I saw Lingxu he was only at the Consolidation Stage! After reaching Tribulation Transcension, he's become countless times stronger!"

"........"

A thunder-feathered raptor—having just slaughtered its way through fifteen cities—summoned a thousand-mile thunderstorm as it charged Lingxu, lightning flashing across its wings.

Lingxu didn't even look, simply throwing a backhand punch. Friction with the air ignited golden flames along his fist.

When fist met lightning, the raptor's bones shattered instantly. Its corpse vaporized before hitting the ground.

"Lingxu! Face me properly! Fight me for three hundred rounds!"

The voice came from a blood-armored ape demon radiating terrifying earthly miasma, like a fiend from hell. On its shoulders rested an enormous avatar—a condensed manifestation of three sacred mountains and five holy peaks from the Eastern Wastes, awe-inspiring in scale.

Lingxu looked down coldly at the Blood Ape Ancestor. "You're worthy?"

Suddenly he raised his foot—and stomped down.

BOOM!

The supposedly indestructible mountain avatar shattered like paper beneath his foot. Fragments flew like falling stars, shockwaves crushing nearby demons to paste.

The Blood Ape Ancestor's body exploded into gory chunks. Yet moments later, the flesh began squirming, rapidly reassembling itself.

Indestructible body!

"Again!" roared the Blood Ape Ancestor, voice brimming with battle-lust. It smashed its fists together.

Lingxu responded with another punch, driving the ape demon deep underground.

"Hahaha! Again! The mighty Sect Leader of Mount Shushan is nothing special! All hype! Show me your real power!"

The Blood Ape Ancestor's laughter echoed from below, supremely confident in its regeneration. With this indestructible body technique, it could match even early Tribulation Transcension experts.

But as it prepared to reform once more—

Lingxu suddenly grabbed both sides of its body. No matter how the ape demon struggled, it couldn't break free.

CRACK.

Lingxu tore the Blood Ape Ancestor in half—then kept tearing, shredding it like paper before crushing the remnants to nothingness in his palm.

"Try regenerating now."

Lingxu gazed at the empty palm, his smile growing increasingly ferocious.