Realm-Hopping Martial Master

"Who’s there?!"

A thunderous roar exploded in the core of the frozen sand sea.

The sound wave, carrying the furious Demon Venerable’s pressure, crashed violently in all directions like an invisible giant siege hammer.

The air was forcibly compressed and exploded, instantly shattering the drifting yellow sand into dust, which was immediately trapped in this terrifying sound wave within a confined space, forming a strange stagnant sand mist.

The White Tiger Demon Lord did not withdraw its tiger claws; instead, they expanded in the roar.

At the tips of the claws, five exceptionally dark, refined black fissures silently formed, like the fangs of an abyssal devil, exuding a terrifying sharpness capable of tearing apart a small world.

Its massive body slightly crouched, seemingly ready to pounce, yet its hidden intent scanned the surrounding thousand feet like the most precise radar.

Every vibration of the sand, every trace of primordial qi flow, even the subtlest ripples in space.

It sought to locate the hidden intruder daring to steal from the tiger’s mouth.

Just at this moment.

In the void beside the massive body of the White Tiger Demon Lord, a tiny "dot" appeared in space without warning.

This dot had no light, no ripple, resembling an imperceptible pinhole pricked by a brush’s tip on a canvas.

A figure emerged from this insignificant "dot," without any prior disturbance of energy.

He seemed as if he had always been slumbering there, now painted into existence by an invisible artist’s stroke.

His movements flowed naturally, perfectly in harmony with the environment, as if since time immemorial, he had been one with that fragment of space.

The simple and pristine Daoist robe adorned with azure cloud patterns was worn by a tall, unimposing figure with an aura calm as a deep ancient well.

Only his eyes were terrifyingly calm, and when his gaze fell on the White Tiger Demon Lord, the pressure formed by the stagnant space melted away like thin ice under the warm sun.

The turbulent red energy torrent within Lu Chong lost its last restraint, surging toward Liu Qingyan, who was nearest.

As the out-of-control self-destructive force threatened to tear the severely injured talisman cultivator apart, Jiang Shu didn’t even glance toward the explosion’s direction.

He merely stood there, calmly extending his right hand, five fingers pointing at the space where the violent red torrent churned, and gently clenched.

Soundless and still.

Time seemed to have been put on pause.

The raging red energy, powerful enough to level a mountaintop, was wildly expanding and tearing everything apart one moment, then suddenly froze three feet in front of Liu Qingyan the next.

Like a three-dimensional tableau forcibly pressed into amber by immense force.

The violent energy particles, the churning blood smoke...

They were all forcibly frozen in place, maintaining the dynamic of an explosion, yet petrified and immobile.

The space was subjected to hundreds or even thousands of times gravitational force, sealing chaos into a solid glass sphere, reflecting an eerie and dangerous glimmer.

"Roar!!!"

An unprecedented death premonition hammered into the divine soul of the White Tiger Demon Lord like billions of steel needles.

The silent and sudden appearance of the figure brought it not pressure, but deeper terror.

Its prideful half-step Demon Venerable prowess became fragile and laughable in front of this man.

It was the terrifying entity’s absolute supreme control over space.

Its Space Imprisonment was child’s play in the face of the opponent, easily broken.

Terror completely overwhelmed arrogance.

Countless thoughts surged in its mind.

Is this the Dao Venerable from the Eight Great Sects?

Why have I never encountered this person?

But these thoughts only flickered briefly.

Distraction in battle is the greatest taboo.

Even if it’s a Dao Venerable, as long as it’s not someone at the Daoist Venerable Middle Stage, with its half-step Demon Venerable realm and over a millennium’s worth of trump cards, there’s a chance of escape!

After all, some newly advanced Dao Venerables have only just developed their internal space.

Their control over space isn’t that much stronger than its own.

It is only a step away from the Demon Venerable Realm in terms of developing its internal world!

Without hesitation, it unleashed five extremely refined annihilating fissures from its massive claws.

The target was the figure that had appeared out of thin air.

The five black fissures instantly tore through the stillness of the frozen sand sea, the space shattering and vanishing soundlessly like brittle glass, leaving five vacuums tracing death’s path, arriving swiftly in front of Jiang Shu.

This was almost the peak assault of the White Tiger Demon Lord’s lifetime understanding of space—fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Already reaching the attack power almost comparable to a Demon Venerable!

However, in the face of such an attack.

Jiang Shu’s gaze remained calmly soft as water.

Facing a force powerful enough to rival ordinary Dao Venerables, he neither blocked nor evaded.

He only calmly watched the approaching fissures until the dark claws of death nearly touched the tip of his nose when his right fist moved.

Fast!

So fast that its trajectory couldn’t be captured by sight, not even giving the space time to emit the screech of rupture, as if the fist had already reached its destined endpoint at the moment of initiation.

The trajectory of the fist was unwavering, not encompassing the gigantic tiger form but precisely aiming at the spatial core point where the five annihilating fissures converged.

It struck at the heart, the deadly weak point connecting the White Tiger Demon Lord’s massive claw’s original demonic power and spatial insight.

On the surface of the fist, there was no glow or energy, only a thin, flowing sheen of chaos-like color, presenting a return to simplicity and the utmost power from the fusion and compression of countless Laws Dao Rhymes.