Realm-Hopping Martial Master

"Impossible!"

The golden vertical pupil of the Golden Horn Demon Antelope suddenly contracted to the extreme, revealing disbelief for the first time.

The annihilation technique it had always prided itself on, which had never failed, was so effortlessly dismantled?

In the moment of its mental shock, Jiang Shu’s eyes seemed like a vast ocean, calm and serene.

But his movements were like lightning from the heavens.

Without pausing for a moment, his fingers, which had broken through the Annihilation Golden Radiance, suddenly spread open. Five slender fingers struck fiercely at the void on both sides!

"No wonder you are at the Demon Venerable Middle Stage; your control over the Space Dao indeed surpasses that of some ordinary Demon Venerables. But, that’s all it is."

As his words fell.

A spine-chilling sound of the space tearing rang out.

Only to be seen, the void on both sides of Jiang Shu was like two canvases grasped by invisible giant hands, ruthlessly torn in opposite directions.

Two great spatial cracks, hundreds of meters long, dark and deep, twinkling with shattered light and shadow, continuously swallowing everything inside like two furious black malevolent dragons, instantly formed.

The locations where the cracks appeared were extremely tricky.

One was right before the Green Wind Demon Eagle, which had just been inadvertently wounded by the poison mist, its breath unstable and position disrupted by the spatial folding.

The other, like an open giant mouth, swallowed the Single-Horned Poison Python, which was brewing a second filthy poison attack, along with the entire altar area it occupied.

"No!"

All its feathers stood on end, and a piercing chill instantly froze its demon soul.

It flapped its wings frantically, trying to tear space to flee.

But it was too late!

The terrifying suction at the edges of the torn spatial crack, like billions of invisible threads, instantly bound its massive demon body.

It felt like it was being swept to the edge of a stellar storm, its enormous body wildly twisting and elongating at the edge of the crack, emitting a heartrending, desperate scream as large amounts of its flesh and essence-infused feathers were forcibly stripped and mercilessly devoured by the crack.

"Roar—!"

The Single-Horned Poison Python only had time to let out a roar filled with shock and anger before its massive body, along with half the altar, was completely swallowed by the sudden enormous space crack.

Inside the crack was a violent, chaotic space turbulence, instantly shredding it utterly.

Only a mass of ghastly green toxic light erupted at the altar’s base, as if its body self-destructed at the last moment, but it had no effect on the crack itself, only a sinister soul curse and resentment drifted out.

Two great Demon Venerables, one torn apart and devoured, fate unknown, the other instantly banished into the space turbulence, no body to be found!

In a flash, two out of three gone!

Above Split Stone City, only the standoff between the golden demon shadow and the figure in the cyan Daoist robe remained.

The bloody wind blew, stirring the tattered city flags and the smoke.

The Golden Horn Demon Antelope stood over the shattered City Lord Mansion, its icy golden eyes locked firmly on that figure ahead.

The entire world seemed to have fallen into absolute silence.

The battle of the Human Clan had long been in a state of stalemate.

No one expected that at such a critical moment, a strange figure would come stepping from the sky.

"This figure, so familiar, no, I’ve definitely seen it, that’s... right, that’s Daoist Monarch Taixuan, that’s Brother Jiang!"

A True Martial Sect True Disciple’s pupils widened into circles; he was newly promoted in the True Martial Sect.

He was an Inner Sect Disciple before, and had always been in seclusion, having no interaction with Jiang Shu.

Thus, only after a while did he gradually recognize.

After all, the initial familiarity was just familiarity, he didn’t dare to be sure.

In his perception, at this moment, Jiang Shu should only be in the Vientiane Realm!

"No, wasn’t Brother Jiang just Vientiane Realm? Could it be..."

An almost confirmed speculation thundered in his heart, and the words Daoist Venerable slowly slipped from his mouth.

Among the Human Race Alliance Army, some had personally seen Jiang Shu before.

Daoist Monarch Taixuan, even Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable, gradually spread from their mouths.

Soon, more and more disciples from the Eight Great Sects engaged in the battle recognized Jiang Shu in the void.

Cheers burst forth like a tsunami of jubilation.

"Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable! Our Cang Mang Domain has another Daoist Venerable! It seems the fortune of this battle between humans and demons is on our side!"

"If we truly can break into the Demon Domain, penetrate the Demon Race, there are countless resources, each of us could ascend a great realm! Longevity greatly increased, controlling the winds and clouds!"

"Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable certainly possesses grand fortune. How long has he been cultivating? I remember when I was in Nirvana Realm, Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable was only in Primordial Pill Realm. Even winning first place in the Divine Power Conference, he was just Primordial Pill Realm. Previously advancing to Nirvana, then Vientiane, was already incredibly exaggerated. Didn’t expect, now he’s already at the Daoist Venerable Realm."

"Too terrifying. Even reaching Daoist Venerable can be explained, but instantly exterminating two great Demon Venerables in just a short moment, such combat prowess even an ordinary Daoist Venerable wouldn’t achieve. Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable’s combat strength is beyond our imagination."

"When the battle ends, won’t Dao Yi Sect’s position be at risk?"

A divine skill erupted from each cultivator.

They were stunned by Jiang Shu’s appearance.

But the battle had gone on long enough, they were already familiar with the war environment, knowing this was the best time to attack.

Meanwhile, the remaining demon soldiers and generals on the city walls were already feeling a cold sweat of dread,

As members of the Demon Race, they naturally knew better how terrifying a Demon Venerable could be.