Liu Guanlin was momentarily stunned, even he was somewhat surprised, not expecting to kill Su Jie so easily. He had been on edge, thinking Su Jie had some trump card.

“Ha, it seems your strength lies only in poisonous insects, your true self is indeed pitifully weak…”

Just as a smile of great vengeance achieved appeared on Liu Guanlin’s lips, he heard a voice ring out.

“So this is the power of the Taoist Platform Realm Second Level, indeed the world should not be underestimated, but such power is far from enough in front of me!”

Liu Guanlin was shocked, seeing Su Jie, whose body had just exploded, each splattered drop of blood automatically aggregated together to reform Su Jie’s physical body.

“What! What kind of Demon Technique is this?”

Liu Guanlin’s scalp tingled with shock; it was his first time seeing a demon cultivator whose body was blasted apart yet could regenerate. Due to his limited knowledge, he didn’t recognize this as the Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill from the Jingzhou Blood Demon Cave.

“Now it’s my turn to make a move, Heavenly Might!”

Su Jie offered no explanation, clapping his hands together.

Rumble!

Countless thunders descended from the sky as if to destroy the mortal world, the land illuminated to a blazing white, reflecting Liu Guanlin’s pale face.

The Tao River opened, and with the aura from the Tao augmenting Su Jie, all surrounding phenomena came under his control.

Countless thunders formed roaring Thunder Dragons, their roars shaking heaven and earth, and the treasure tripod they struck trembled continuously.

The storm transformed into a giant, shrouding the sky with one hand, a punch erupting, causing clouds to collapse over ten thousand miles.

Waters formed a giant tortoise, seemingly bearing the heavens, forcibly lifting and moving the immense weight of the treasure tripod.

Underground volcanoes erupted, high-temperature magma congregating into a Phoenix Divine Bird, which opened its mouth to suck in and devour all of the golden lotus flames released by Liu Guanlin.

With a simple application of Heavenly Might, Su Jie resolved his predicament.

Both Su Jie and Liu Guanlin possessed Taoist Platform Realm Second Level cultivation, but Su Jie surpassed Liu Guanlin significantly in both the quality and quantity of spiritual power and the strength of the primordial spirit.

This manifested in battle, as even without the help of the thousand-hand centipede, Su Jie could overpower Liu Guanlin, it was a crushing demonstration of raw power.

Sizzle sizzle!

The thousand-hand centipede crawled over, its massive body coiling around Liu Guanlin’s Mid-grade Magical Treasure tripod, preparing to join the fray.

“Xiao Qian, you watch first.”

Su Jie’s onslaught didn’t cease; it was rare to have a sparring partner at the Taoist Platform Realm, so Su Jie was in no hurry to let the thousand-hand centipede join the fight, instead charging forward alone, both hands descending downwards.

“Wind, come!”

Liu Guanlin rode the wind, attempting to distance himself, yet Su Jie’s speed was simply too fast.

Because on Su Jie’s body, the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder constantly stimulated each acupuncture point frenetically, pushing towards physical damage, causing spiritual power to run wild, enhancing his combat power with this desperate approach.

Practicing the Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill, Su Jie wasn’t afraid of exchanging injuries with others.

Once close, Su Jie delivered a mighty palm strike.

Five Elements Demon Suppressing Handprint!

A handprint a hundred meters large rotated with the five elements, akin to the Buddha grasping Sun Wukong.

Liu Guanlin hastily controlled the Low Grade Magical Treasure flying shuttle, attempting to tear open a path.

But the flying shuttle entering the handprint was as though mired in quicksand, entirely unable to move.

It was countless tiny thunders filling the handprint, like reinforced steel rebar, making each of Su Jie’s moves exponentially powerful, hard to break. After advancing to the Taoist Platform Realm, the powers of Su Jie’s Purple Cloud Thunder Body increasingly unveiled.

Bang!

Liu Guanlin was struck solidly, chest bones breaking, as he fell towards the ground like a bird with broken wings.

“A bit weak, huh!”

Su Jie mumbled, but his hands didn’t slow, spiritual power transforming into a river of light, piercing through clouds and sky.

Seeing Su Jie’s extraordinary strength, Liu Guanlin’s forehead cracked open a seam, connecting to the Tao River.

He spurred his body’s spiritual power, combined with the force leaked from the Tao River, suddenly launched himself upwards, his entire being like a meteor smashing into the river of spiritual power from Su Jie.

He further took out an elixir and swallowed it down, igniting his entire primordial spirit.

“Evil Su, even if I die today, I will drag you down with me, avenging my Purple Mist Sect.”

Liu Guanlin’s face reddened, his primordial spirit burning at an incredibly fast rate, he also pulled out a black carved miniature item.

It was a bizarre sculpture of a lion with a dragon horn, bared fangs.

This was the Purple Mist Sect’s Sect Treasure, a sculpture of a Tao Chaos Creature, containing a wisp of its aura.

At a critical moment, one could directly use the primordial spirit to forcibly imitate the Tao Chaos Creature in the sculpture, fusing with it to use the power at the level of the Yang God, known as Dharma Form.

But doing so would result in severe depletion of Liu Guanlin’s primordial spirit, very likely leading to death on the spot.

“Die, Dharma Form–Pixiu.”

Liu Guanlin stared intently at Su Jie, his primordial spirit mixed with the aura of the Tao River, a heavy oppressive feeling emanating in the void.

A Dharma Form Pixiu as massive as a small mountain, bearing a lion’s body with dragon horns and grim features, scale armor like iron, appeared behind Liu Guanlin, lunging towards Su Jie to tear at him.

The space where Su Jie was standing suddenly darkened, as if even the space was about to be devoured by this Pixiu Dharma Form.

“Dharma Form–Chaos.”

However, Su Jie pointed with two fingers, likewise invoking his own Dharma Form.

Rumble!

Ripples spread through the void, revealing a Chaos Dharma with twin wings and a vortex monocular eye, the lone eye instantly radiating a dazzling brilliance akin to the sun, like dawn breaking through darkness, directly dispelling the black night of space, countering the attack of the Pixiu Dharma Form.