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Outside Yanzi Tower, a commotion arose but quickly subsided.

Then, with a resounding bang,

the gates swung open.

A tremendous force caused the solid wooden gates to fall from their hinges. Then, wrapped in a mighty vigor, they spun through the air with a whistling sound, casting a shadow as they crashed heavily against the wall, embedding themselves into the earthen barrier, creating a depression.

In the sunlight outside the open gate, wisps of dust floated like mist, drifting to the sides with the air currents.

The first thing visible was a pair of muscular legs.

The owner of those legs was extremely tall, standing there with his head not visible, his broad body completely blocking the gate. Only through the gaps around him could threads of visible light spill out.

Bang!

Another loud noise followed.

The upper half of the dirt wall hanging above the gate was brutally torn down.

The figure shrugged his shoulders and squeezed in from the outside. Dust rained down from his wide frame, like a waterfall. Meanwhile, young disciples outside, some with fear and others excited as if they relished the drama unfolding, craned their necks desperately trying to see inside.

Only the more experienced elders turned pale, aware of what was to come, and they quietly scolded the reluctant disciples to spread out.

"You are..." The Taoist Huang Long, sensing the aggressive approach of the stranger, changed his expression.

He released part of his perception to probe, but he detected no useful information. It was like looking into an abyss, utterly clueless about what shadowy movements were hidden within the profound darkness.

Without a doubt, this was a master.

On the other side of the round table, an elder from Liuyun Mountain with the surname Gong reined in his smile and took a small step back.

He now felt a bit relieved. Although he had come here with the same intention, his approach wasn't as forceful and uncompromising as Taoist Huang Long's. Now faced with an unexpected situation, there seemed to be a chance for negotiation. While everyone was still in shock, Su Heng, as if he had teleported, moved to the spot in front of the round table where Ling Weizi was sitting.

Feeling the robust breath from behind, Ling Weizi's slender shoulders tensed reflexively.

Her toes lightly touched the ground, her five fingers clenched tightly, and her whole demeanor appeared somewhat nervous. Yet, in her large, expressive eyes shone a light full of anticipation.

Su Heng's hand gently pressed on the wooden table, his gaze settling on Taoist Huang Long.

"You, Taoist Huang Long." When the flying sword delivered the message earlier, Meng Huan had included some information. With a comparison, Su Heng knew the identity and origins of the man before him.

"Indeed, it is I," Taoist Huang Long stood taller.

Despite feeling the astonishing pressure from Su Heng, he did not wish to be overshadowed and lose face so easily.

"Good," Su Heng chuckled, saying with a smile, "You disagree with what Sect Leader Meng said just now."

"I..."

Taoist Huang Long intended to admit it directly.

But when the words reached his lips, he somehow softened, saying, "I feel that the proposal is somewhat unfit and requires further consultation."

The Daoist Mu Yi, clad in red robes and of a stout figure, glanced at him, thinking to himself, "Senior uncle, that's not what you said when you arrived."

"Unfit..." Su Heng first turned his face aside, inhaled deeply. Then he exhaled a long breath, blowing away all the documents on the table, scattering them like a flurry of snow. Amidst the mottled sunlight obscured by the papers, Su Heng's face suddenly revealed a ferocious smile, "If we can't agree, then there's no need for discussion!"

"Dammit, gave you all a chance and you wasted it!"

Whoosh!

With Su Heng's arm muscles tensing and exerting tremendous force, he single-handedly swung the round table, over ten meters in diameter, into the air. Various tea sets, following the tilt of the table, crashed onto the floor one after another, clinking and clanging. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire

Beneath Su Heng, Ling Weizi nearly leapt up, unable to resist the urge to cheer him on.

But then, recalling the significance of where they were, she covered her mouth subconsciously. Luckily, the people nearby were too stunned by the sudden turn of events to notice her small lapse.

Meng Huan showed a relaxed smile, lifted his teacup to slowly take a sip, and then slammed it down forcefully!

The iron-armored warrior from the Yuan Family of Hansen gleamed with excitement and appreciation.

Li Wangchuan was even more electrified. Just now, he had been publicly humiliated by Taoist Huang Long, standing here as a punishment, utterly losing face.

In his hundreds of years of cultivation, he had never suffered such humiliation.

If he hadn't been outmatched and concerned about causing trouble for his clan, Li Wangchuan would have fought Taoist Huang Long on the spot. Now, as Su Heng tipped the table towards the two bastards Huang Long and Mu Yi, he felt a burst of satisfying vengeance.

The Gong elder from Liuyun Mountain deflected a flying teapot with his hand, his face darkening.

With the situation taking an unexpected turn, he planned to leave with Shang Mengting to avoid the brunt of it and wait for another opportunity later.

But as he was about to move, he saw Meng Huan looking over with a cold smirk.

His hand was already lightly touching the hilt of his sword.

The elder Gong's face changed and he stood still.

Among all present, the most shocked and emotionally turbulent was naturally Taoist Huang Long.

He looked up suddenly.

He saw the normally unassuming wooden table now enveloped in vigorous power.

A powerful force as intense as the tides of the sea twisted the air, raising up black clouds of smoke. What was more terrifying was that alongside the slow pulsing of the Seed of Destruction in his chest, eroding his authority, the table was visibly coated with a thick layer of mycelium, with countless fine tendrils writhing along with it.

At a glance, under the envelopment of intense power, it looked just like a colossal deity swinging a pitch-black sledgehammer, smashing down overhead.

It actually gave Huang Long Daoist a sense of being irresistible, facing a life-and-death crisis.

Roar!

With a roar, his visage changed abruptly.

The whistling wind swept down, and his full head of grey-white hair flew backward.

The golden copper ring wrapped around his left forearm buzzed and trembled, swollen with blood, before he threw a punch like a heavy cannon, fiercely blasting forward.

The collision produced a loud boom.

The terrible force came sweeping in like an avalanche.

One could clearly see that on Huang Long Daoist's arm, the loose sleeves first bulged outwards, spreading towards the shoulder, and then ripped apart, revealing his arm that had turned a dead grey-black.

This was due to the injuries sustained in the previous collision; the blood vessels beneath his skin had burst, oozing fresh blood.

Crack!

The wooden table smashed down overhead, and the ground caved inwards.

Yanzi Tower itself shook violently with the impact, cracks spreading, while dust rained from the ceiling overhead, and cries of panic came from outside.

As the table and the ground collided, a vast expanse of grey-black dust rose up.

Amidst the dust, Huang Long Daoist was no longer the arrogantly superior figure he had been, with disheveled hair and his body blotchy with bloodstains.

His face twisted, a shocking fury crossing his features. At this moment, he was invoking the unique immortality of an Earth Immortal, trying to return to his prime, but found it extremely difficult to heal his injuries because they were being suppressed by another ancient and evil force.

"What exactly are you!?" Huang Long Daoist's eyes widened, sensing the dangerous aura that only a demon god possessed from Su Heng.

"I don't need to explain so much to a dead man," Su Heng sneered, taking a step forward.

"You want to kill me!" Huang Long Daoist screamed, "Do you know who I am?"

Boom!

Su Heng responded with a palm strike to the head.

His five fingers splayed, drawing a smoke-like rolling force.

His palm swelled and transformed, unleashing part of the Domineering State, with both speed and strength skyrocketing.

Inside his broad chest, three hearts beat in unison. Blood rushed through Su Heng's veins like rivers, even making a sound like the roaring of a dam releasing a flood.

For a moment, everyone present felt the terrifying aura emanating from Su Heng, their faces paling slightly.

And Huang Long Daoist's heart sank ever lower.

In front of him, Su Heng, who cast shadows and blocked out the light, truly turned into the legendary evil demon of yore.

His muscles tensed subconsciously, his hands lifting. His body's force, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, poured into his arms, ready to block.

But at the critical moment, just as his breath was about to peak.

A streak of white light suddenly flashed across Su Heng's eyes.

Huang Long Daoist, with his attention hyper-focused on Su Heng, naturally caught this slight change as well.

But in that moment of eye contact, his thoughts froze, and even his exposed neck showed clear petrification marks. This Divine Skill was the Petrification Beam that Su Heng had acquired from the hands of the Hundred-Eyed Giant.

Now in use, it was still somewhat unpracticed.

But as a trump card, it achieved an unexpectedly astonishing result.

Huang Long Daoist's aura dissipated slightly, and he quickly realized, disbelief etched upon his face, "A Demon Descendant's Divine Skills, how is that possible!?"

"Demon Descendant!?"

Su Heng was surprised, not expecting to be recognized by Huang Long Daoist.

But it was too late to matter. Su Heng's palm had already descended. From head to toe, Huang Long Daoist vanished in an instant.

The ground exploded with a bang, dust and rubble rising like a black dhalia blooming, bursting outwards with white streaks of aerodynamic tracers, embedding into the surrounding walls, causing large swaths to collapse thunderously.

Since he had already decided to burn bridges, he might as well play the villain to the end.

Su Heng snorted coldly.

The force on his hand surged, a great deal of erosive power flowing into Huang Long Daoist's ravaged body. Simultaneously, the second heart beat faster, as golden veins followed the blood vessels up Su Heng's arm to his palm.

The temperature soared, high-energy radiation particles surged like a deluge, scouring back and forth.

Caught in a two-pronged assault, Huang Long Daoist only managed a scream.

Accompanied by a sizzling sound, wisps of blue smoke rose from under Su Heng's hand.

A once formidable Earth Immortal, rather well-known in the outside world, met his utter demise at Su Heng's hand.

And when Su Heng calmly turned to look, among the crowd, the elder of Liuyun Mountain with a background similar to Huang Long Daoist's, felt an icy chill wash over him.

His smile stiffened on his face as he slowly raised his hands...