Realm-Hopping Martial Master

The space within a thousand miles around the Desolate Sand Sea was completely frozen at this moment.

The shriek of the White Tiger Demon Lord still echoed in this space, like a beast about to be slaughtered, filled with an unbelievable terror.

Its attack, capable of killing a Daoist Monarch at peak strength, was shattered in an instant under Jiang Shu’s seemingly ordinary punch, along with one of its arms silently reduced to dust.

This simple punch not only shattered the White Tiger’s attack but also tore apart its courage.

Its blood-red vertical pupils suddenly constricted, reflecting the figure in a cyan cloud-patterned Daoist robe, whose aura was calm and serene, eyes as deep as the abyss, yet the absolute control of power exuded by the figure made the White Tiger’s soul tremble more than any overwhelming aggression.

Without the slightest hesitation, the survival instinct emerging from the deepest part of its bloodline overwhelmed everything, and the White Tiger Demon Lord let out a piercing screech and turned to flee.

The remaining power of the Demon Monarch burned wildly, wrapped in rolling Devil Wind, instantly tearing space, on the brink of vanishing into nothingness.

However, in this world, where space existed was Jiang Shu’s domain.

Jiang Shu didn’t even glance at the large fleeing shadow of the White Tiger.

He simply raised his right hand gently, spreading his five fingers slowly in the direction of the White Tiger’s escape, then casually grasped as if brushing away an insignificant speck of dust.

The gigantic form, resembling a small mountain, the White Tiger Demon Lord who was in the midst of tearing space to flee, along with the space within several hundred feet, suddenly collapsed inward as if grains of sand clutched by an invisible giant hand, seemingly bending time and space itself under the will of that grasp.

What was reflected in the White Tiger Demon Lord’s eyes last was its proud half-step Demon Venerable body and bones hard as Divine Gold, disintegrating inch by inch against all logic, like an ant crushed underfoot.

Without even a complete wail, the demon body that had previously brought boundless terror to battlefields, along with its dissipating soul thoughts, silently disappeared into the tiny singularity formed by space collapse.

A bizarre wave spread out, carrying a rich pure aura of Demon Venerable origin, which was greedily absorbed and devoured by the Desolate Sand Sea until none remained, leaving only a faint scent of blood lingering in the dry air.

When the dust settled, no trace remained.

A presence infinitely close to a Demon Venerable thus fell completely, without leaving even a decent struggle.

Lu Chong was stunned, as if momentarily forgetting the severe pain in his chest.

Though he had guessed Jiang Shu had achieved Daoist Venerable status, witnessing firsthand a half-step Demon Venerable, who had previously regarded them as ants and could kill them with ease, being effortlessly crushed by this junior brother, without any resistance left, was shockingly like a sledgehammer blow.

Liu Qingyan lay unconscious on the ground, her pale face dusted with sand, unaware of the silent trampling that had occurred.

"Senior Brother Lu, it’s over."

Jiang Shu’s gentle voice broke the suffocating silence.

He approached Lu Chong, crouched down, his fingertips flashing with a green light, and an emerald, life-rich elixir appeared in his hand.

The fragrance of the elixir was subtle, but the mere whiff of its scent seemed to revive the exhausted life force within Lu Chong.

"This elixir will help you stabilize your foundation and restore your primordial qi."

Jiang Shu placed the elixir into Lu Chong’s mouth, and a pure and gentle spiritual power, containing the aura of Creation Law, flowed into Lu Chong like a warm current, soothing his nearly shattered meridians due to the forced activation of a secret technique and temporarily suppressing the rampant destructive energy.

As the medicinal power dissolved, the abundant life force poured like a sweet spring into parched land, and at last, a touch of color returned to Lu Chong’s pale face.

Looking at Jiang Shu’s calm face and feeling the immeasurable, pure, and grand power within his body, Lu Chong’s lips moved, finally breaking into a bitter smile.

"Thank you, Master... Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable."

Although they were brothers, the rules could not be broken; now that Jiang Shu had become a Dao Venerable, a person of Great Power level, Lu Chong had to show respect.

Jiang Shu was initially taken aback by his words, then chuckled: "Why bother, Senior Brother Lu?"

"It’s just some Dao practice, how could it harm our bond?"

"I can feel that a Human Clan prodigy has fallen here, perhaps a Dao Yi Sect comrade."

He looked toward the nearby scattered remains of a few Dao Yi Sect disciples, deformed by demonic power, strewn on the sand, exuding desolation.

A gentle force extended from Jiang Shu’s feet, like an invisible hand, carefully gathering every piece of the shattered remains.

Then, using Space Power, Jiang Shu enveloped the heavily injured and unconscious Elder Liu in a softer light, stabilizing his critical condition.

Having done all this, he surveyed the sand where the recent intense battle had occurred.

"Senior Brother, this is not the place to talk."

"Brace yourself, we’re leaving."

Before Jiang Shu finished speaking, space rippled like water, enveloping Lu Chong, Liu Qingyan, and the collected remains.

The next moment, the surroundings stretched and blurred rapidly, and the desolate yellow sands of the Desolate Sand Sea disappeared instantly.

Lu Chong felt a slight heaviness, as if passing through a viscous but harmless membrane, and the scenery before him had already changed drastically.