"Junior Sister Su, is Peak Master Chen coming out of seclusion soon?"
Inside the Spirit Stone mine, a short, fat man paced back and forth anxiously.
Behind him stood a beautiful woman with brown hair, the very person to whom his words were addressed.
The two were none other than Duan Feng, the Master of the Alchemy Peak, and Su Ying.
Yet, although only a short ti had passed, the flattering smile that usually hung on the alchemist’s face had vanished.
In its place was anxiety and worry.
Today marked the third day of the demonic faction’s siege.
Perhaps because they learned of Chen Xuan’s disappearance, the other party decided to launch a full assault on the Spirit Stone mine.
Several Core Formation demonic cultivators had joined forces, intent on capturing the stronghold in one fell swoop.
Fortunately, Su Ying stepped forward at the crucial mont.
Not only did she reveal her recent breakthrough into the Core Formation realm, but she also displayed astonishing combat strength.
Holding back a Late Stage Core Formation cultivator on her own, she bought enough ti for the righteous cultivators to stabilize the battlefield and resist the invasion.
Unfortunately, the enemy had not withdrawn.
Over the last few days, their attacks had only beco more frequent, wave after wave that only got stronger as ti passed.
By now, Duan Feng had a hunch that they would not be able to hold out for much longer.
Just as he was about to ask Su Ying about Chen Xuan’s whereabouts again, both their expressions shifted.
The pair exchanged a glance before disappearing.
When they reappeared, they were already outside the mine.
On the opposite side stood a group of crimson-robed demonic cultivators.
The pair noticed several familiar faces among their ranks, people whom they had fought repeatedly over the past few days.
Yet neither Duan Feng nor Su Ying paid them much attention.
Their focus landed on the man standing at the front. They imdiately noticed that the other side’s leader had changed.
It was no longer the familiar Late Stage Core Formation cultivator.
Instead, a middle-aged man stood there.
His face was covered in old scars, and a bloodthirsty smile stretched across his lips.
The mont they saw him and noticed his characteristic traits, both Duan Feng and Su Ying recognized his identity.
Yet neither wished to believe it.
Butcher—an infamous demonic cultivator whose most notorious feat was slaughtering an entire city belonging to a major righteous sect before using its residents as a blood sacrifice.
But that was not the only reason his na inspired fear. Instead, it was his own strength.
Nascent Soul Realm—the level that only the strongest Peak Masters could reach.
The mont he appeared openly on the battlefield, Duan Feng understood that the situation had beco hopeless.
The demonic faction had gone all out!
His divine sense surged as he frantically transmitted hundreds of ssages.
So were sent to the Jade Pure Sect, while the others ordered the disciples stationed within the mine to retreat imdiately through the pre-agreed route.
Unfortunately, he had no opportunity to do everything he wished.
The Butcher suddenly spoke up.
His gaze swept across the Spirit Stone mine below. Sensing the auras of hundreds of cultivators gathered there, the smile on his face widened.
"So many weaklings."
He licked his lips.
"It seems this trip wasn’t wasted. Devouring the blood of so many cultivators should be comparable to slaughtering a small city."
As he spoke, he turned toward the pair that dared to block his path.
His gaze lingered briefly on Duan Feng before shifting toward Su Ying.
"Are you the one who halted our advance?"
"I can see that your Physique is extraordinary. No wonder you were able to suppress Hua Xi right after your breakthrough."
A greedy light flashed across his eyes.
"I’m very fortunate to have t you before anyone else did."
"If I devour your Blood Essence, my cultivation will surely advance another step."
The Butcher did not speak any further, nor did he wait for a reply.
The mont these bloodthirsty words left his mouth, he took action.
Two giant crimson hands materialized before him, each carrying the power of his Nascent Soul.
One hand turned transford into a claw and lunged at Duan Feng, while the other descended slowly toward Su Ying, intending to capture her.
Yet no matter the intention, neither of them could move.
It felt as though the surrounding space had turned into a swamp.
They could only watch helplessly as the giant hands drew closer.
This was the gap between Core Formation and Nascent Soul.
No matter how talented and powerful a Core Formation cultivator was, they were truly insignificant before Nascent Soul experts.
Duan Feng’s face was filled with despair.
"Junior Sister Su, I’m going to detonate my Core. Use the opportunity to escape. If possible, bring as many disciples with you as you can."
His voice turned urgent.
Yet just as he prepared to act, two silver streaks flashed through the air.
One mont, they were in the depths of the mine. The next, they appeared directly in front of the crimson hands.
Boom!
There was no prolonged confrontation.
The instant the silver lights collided with the giant hands, the latter exploded into fragnts.
At the sa ti, a third, this ti more brilliant, beam erged, shooting straight toward Butcher.
Bang!
Under his horrified gaze, his body exploded on the spot.
Blood mist and flesh filled the sky as a tiny illusory figure erged from within.
It shared the sa appearance as the Butcher, with the only difference being that it was much younger, almost childlike.
It was his Nascent Soul.
Panic flashed across its face as it watched its own remains scatter everywhere.
However, it reacted quickly.
Following a swoosh, it transford into a streak of light and fled into the distance.
As long as his Nascent Soul survived, the Butcher could always rebuild his body, whether it was through expending precious resources or seizing another physical vessel.
Unfortunately, the hope for his survival was short-lived.
A young, white-robed man appeared along his path.
With black hair and blue eyes, he stared at him indifferently.
Then, under the Butcher’s stunned gaze, the young man casually waved his hand.
"N—no!"
The Butcher tried to struggle, but it was already too late.
An invisible force descended, working like a whirlpool.
His Nascent Soul was dragged into the young man’s hand. Then, it was casually sealed away.
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