Da Xuan Martial Saint

Located directly above the city pass, at the highest point of the sandstorm, hundreds of zhang above the vault of the sky.

An entity shaped like a human but with feathers was hovering there, its back fanning a pair of black wings, its eagle eyes staring intently at the magnificent expanse of Yunlu Pass. Despite the barrier of the yellow sands of heaven, her demonic eyes seemed still able to pierce through the dust, catching glimpses of some scenes above the city pass.

"So this person is Chen Mu, indeed a troublesome character..."

Wu Li slightly squinted her eyes.

This time, she had driven many demonic creatures from various directions to converge, causing the already severe sand disaster to become even more chaotic. Almost at the point of breaching Yunlu Pass, even Xiahou Yan, Chu Jingsui, and other Sixth Viscera Realm powerhouses were powerless. Yet all were forcibly resolved by Chen Mu, who had not yet stepped into the Sixth Viscera Realm.

First was the power of the Qian Heaven Artistic Conception, which could ignore the sandstorm and adapt to the environment almost as well as those demons. Additionally, Chen Mu himself also had the ability to conceal his aura. If not for her possessing a pair of exceedingly unique demonic eyes, it would likely have been difficult to locate Chen Mu. Even so, she could only capture traces of Chen Mu when he made a move.

Kun Jie had finally done something right this time by informing her. Otherwise, in her view, relying merely on Kun Jie and the Heavenly Corpse Sect, it would have been very difficult to eliminate Chen Mu. After all, besides his considerable strength, Chen Mu's skill in concealing his aura was extremely sophisticated, particularly easy to use in this desert.

If Kun Jie and the others had chosen to try to kill Chen Mu in this sandstorm environment, even though Kun Jie's strength was stronger than Xiahou Yan's and even stronger than Chen Mu's, any slight mistake would allow Chen Mu to rely on the sandstorm to hide his tracks. Then Kun Jie and the others would end up like a bunch of headless flies. Not to mention, Chen Mu could also rely on the wind and sand to levitate.

Fortunately.

Kun Jie had called her over.

If she were not here, there likely would have been problems.

Initially, she did not quite agree with Kun Jie's decision to strike against the true transmissions of the Seven Profound Sect because the Sky Demon Sect and the Heavenly Corpse Sect were jointly plotting a major scheme. It was not good to have complications arising at such a time. But having witnessed Chen Mu's methods firsthand, she also felt that Chen Mu was a person who should not be left alive. Now merely in the Five Viscera Realm, he was already this troublesome, and upon reaching the Sixth Viscera Realm, he would undoubtedly become even more difficult to handle.

Not to mention a genius like Chen Mu who may ascend the Wind Cloud List in the future and possibly even become a Grandmaster. By then, even the old ancestor of the Heavenly Demon would find it difficult to kill him, and he would become a significant menace.

The demonic light flickered in Wu Li's pair of eagle eyes. Seeing that the pressure on Yunlu Pass was gradually decreasing, she no longer stayed, immediately spreading her wings and flew swiftly into the distance, meanwhile, silently formulating plans in her mind.

...

In the yellow sands.

A sand demon, shaped roughly like an elderly human, was close to twenty zhang from the Yunlu City Pass, its eyes flashing with a hint of ferocity, its dry, branch-like arms constantly swinging, coalescing demonic power with the wind and sand, transforming into a series of attacks striking down. Stay connected via empire

Seeing several stewards beaten into a sorry state, with one even swept away vomiting blood, the sand demon's eyes flashed even fiercer... It only remembered that when it was very young, a human Martial Artist had dug it out from the deep underground it lived in.

Its mother had used up all her demonic power to send it into the Earth's Veins, flowing along with them.

It had survived in the end, but its mother never returned.

It did not understand why the human Martial Artist had done that. All it knew was from that time on, it regarded all humans as enemies. Each time it consumed human blood, it felt a surge of pleasure in its heart. Seeing humans bleed brought a sense of relief.

Humans were very brutal. Without the sandstorm, it dared not approach this extensive city pass. But during the sandstorm, it could unleash its cruelty, watching those people in agony, seeing them unable to resist.

This scene was satisfying.

Very satisfying...

Very...

Suddenly, the entire body of the sand demon froze, as the nearby wind and sand fell into stillness. Then, two overwhelming forces that could not be resisted quieted the force of the wind and sand, crushing the demonic power as if two giant palms were clapping together toward the center.

Squish.

The fragile body was crushed into a bloody mess.

Chen Mu appeared behind the sand demon, his hands coming together like swatting a mosquito, looking at the crushed sand demon. Then he looked up into the sky.

"Was it an illusion?"

He had previously had the impression he was being watched, thinking the sand demon had noticed him, but judging by the reaction, the sand demon seemed oblivious to his presence.

He looked back into the depths of the rolling yellow sand.

Finally, he shook his head slightly.

There were many demonic creatures in the desert. Perhaps deeper within the swirling yellow sands, there might be even stronger beings like a Seventh Rank Demon King... But now, he was not afraid of anything.

Da Xuan established ten ranks of demonic creatures; the first six corresponded to the Martial Artist's first six realms, and although the Seventh Rank was called 'Demon King,' in reality, even the weakest Grandmaster could not defeat them, being at most on the level of the Wind Cloud List.

Only Eighth Rank demonic creatures could rival strong Grandmasters.

For him, even encountering a Seventh Rank demon, he could still fight. In any case, he could freely retreat. Unless it was a demon of the Eighth Rank or higher, there would be some threat, but still not much, unless it specialized in speed, which would make it difficult to catch up to him.

In fact, in today's era, demonic creatures above the Eighth Rank have become exceedingly rare, even outside the pass. Because those levels of demons, more or less, have parts of their Demon Corpses that can be used as materials for forging Spirit Weapons.