"You son of a bitch, yell your mother's ass! Just because you're big doesn't mean you can be so great! I'll chop you in half with one blow!"

Seeing the enormous creature charging towards him, Yang Wei was not afraid at all. Instead, he cursed and raised his broadsword as he charged forward.

Pfft!

A sharp blade of light cleaved the sky, and a blazing blade intent filled the wasteland. Everyone looked up and saw the forty-meter-long blade, which kept growing larger, crash down on the head of the blood-red centipede with a thunderous roar.

Clang! Clang!

The centipede's head at the Nascent Soul stage is not only protected by demonic energy, but its body is also as hard as steel. No, to be precise, the body of a demon at this level is already hundreds or even thousands of times harder than steel.

Crackling sounds!

The long sword slashed at his body, sending up a series of dazzling sparks, like fireworks blooming in the cold rain, extremely poignant and beautiful.

"You fucking idiot, you think you're so tough, huh?"

"Behold the first move of my Mad Demon Blade Technique—the Great Sun Heavenly Dipper Slash!"

Rumble!

The unparalleled sword light, like a rising sun, arrived in an instant and smashed directly onto the head of the blood-red centipede. The sword intent was rampant and extremely violent.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The blood-red centipede's skull immediately exploded, and white brain matter sprayed out like tofu blocks onto the wasteland.

However, the great demons at the Nascent Soul stage possess incredibly tenacious vitality. As long as their demonic soul remains intact, even if their heads are gone, they can still unleash powerful demonic energy to attack their enemies.

"Hahaha, you mere demon, you dare to challenge me? You're just asking for death!"

"Ha! I'm chopping away...!"

Yang Wei's broadsword was already itching for a strike, and like a horde of demons dancing wildly, it instantly unleashed hundreds of sword shadows, each extending hundreds of feet long, slashing down on the Nascent Soul demon.

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*

Blades flashed, and streams of blood gushed out like streams, flowing across the earth.

In just a few dozen breaths, the Nascent Soul Realm demon was slain by Yang Wei, its demonic soul extinguished.

"Little centipede!"

The old poisoner widened his pupils and stared at Yang Wei with a sinister look on his face.

He spent over a thousand years raising this demon king, and he even used it to cultivate his poison skills. Yet now it has been killed by a yellow-haired brat!

However, no one expected that the Holy Son of the Nine Suns Holy Sect, who had just entered the Nascent Soul Realm, would be so powerful. He was able to kill a Nascent Soul Great Demon of the same realm as him in just a few dozen breaths, which can be described as terrifying.

"You little thief, I'll make you pay with your life for my demonic pet!"

The old poisoner was surrounded by black mist, which condensed into a giant poisonous hand that slammed towards Yang Wei.

He was truly enraged. At this moment, he wished he could capture this Holy Son of the Nine Yang Holy Sect and take him back to refine poison using his pure Yang body.

"Hmph, you old codger, do you think I'm afraid of you just because I'm in the mid-Nascent Soul stage?"

Yang Wei was not afraid at all, or rather, this was his personality all along. He was arrogant and disrespectful to everyone else, except for his master.

Pfft!

The blade flashed again, still as fierce, as domineering, as unstoppable, with the attitude of "if you don't like me, I'll take you down."

"You old idiot, how dare you chase after the woman I've got my eye on! Today I'll chop you to pieces, you piece of shit, so you'll know why flowers are so red!"

"Mad Demon Blade Intent, unleash it!"

Yang Wei's hair danced wildly, and waves of violent power surged from his body. His expression was like that of a madman, and the sharp blade in his hand was suddenly filled with an even hotter and more violent energy.

The Mad Demon Blade Technique is a secret art of the Nine Yang Holy Sect, passed down only to the sect leader, true disciples, and top inner elders throughout history.

However, being able to cultivate is one thing, but no one can actually master it.

In this generation, the Nine Yang Holy Sect produced such a promising talent. He was a good talent, but everyone in the sect thought he had some mental issues. After he grew up, he would carry a big sword and travel all over the world looking for a wife. However, after more than a hundred years, he was still a virgin, which was quite absurd.

However outrageous it may be, and his brain may be questionable, his talent is undeniable.

He started practicing the Mad Demon Blade Technique at the age of seven. While others would suffer more and more as they practiced, eventually even going mad and becoming foolish, he was the opposite. He not only found it more and more exciting as he practiced, but he also became more and more excited. He would carry a big blade around the world and howl, making countless enemies.

However, the fact that it has survived to this day in good health is itself a form of proof.

"Hmph, I've long heard of the Nine Yang Holy Sect's insanely domineering Mad Demon Blade Intent, hailed as the number one mad blade master. Today, I'll come and experience it for myself."

The old poisoner's eyes were filled with malice. Today, he was determined to capture this arrogant brat, personally extract his bones, and refine his blood.

"Pah! You ugly piece of trash, you think you're worthy?"

Yang Wei roared, his eyes filled with disdain, the sword intent in his hand proving it. The sword light burst forth, tearing through the rain and leaving thousands of feet of cracks on the boundless wasteland.

Each strike seemed to possess earth-shattering power, and each strike was stronger and more ferocious than the last. For a time, he, who was only at the first level of the Nascent Soul stage, was actually fighting on par with that old poisonous creature at the fourth level of the Nascent Soul stage, which was quite terrifying.

Leaving aside the realm before the Golden Core stage, there is a saying that there is a new realm after the Golden Core stage. This means that each small realm after the Golden Core stage is like being separated by a new sky. Although it is an exaggeration, that is the gist of it.

This newly awakened Nascent Soul Saint Son was able to fight the old poison master to a draw, which not only shocked the old poison master himself, but also shocked the spectators in the sky.

"What are you waiting for? Help me slay this fiend!"

Perhaps feeling that he couldn't defeat the person in front of him, the old poison master himself sensed a danger, so he shouted angrily at the people watching the battle from the horizon.

"Heh, you old poisoner, a powerful cultivator at the fourth level of the Nascent Soul realm can't even handle a mere newcomer to the Nascent Soul realm? You'd completely disgrace Centipede Mountain! Hahaha..."

Some people laughed out loud, while others echoed their sentiments.

They came together for profit, and with one less person to share the spoils, they have an extra layer of protection. Besides, many people already dislike this old poisoner's ways.

Therefore, observing and waiting has become their best course of action at present.

In their eyes, the Luoshui Sect was destroyed, Luo Lingsu was dead, many treasures had been divided up, and the Luoshui Sect's Holy Maiden below was already exhausted and doomed, so there was no rush.

"Damn it!"

The old poisoner was furious. He knew exactly what these people were up to, and he wished he hadn't been the one to stick his neck out.

"Hmph, you think I can't defeat you, you yellow-haired brat who's only cultivated for a mere hundred years?"

The old poisoner was enraged. At this moment, he held nothing back and unleashed his most powerful techniques. Every strike and every move possessed immense power, capable of severing rivers with a single palm strike and collapsing mountains with a single step.

In an instant, the two fought with earth-shattering force, their battle creating a tremendous spectacle, neither holding back what they had to offer.

"You damn old bastard, you're really tough!"

"Hmph, you arrogant brat, go to hell!"

"Hehehe, I'm going to get serious, you ugly bastard, today I'll show you the power of a virgin who's been a virgin for 180 years."

"Drink! Pure Yang protects the body, Blade Demon Devours Heaven, kill!"

Yang Wei grew increasingly frenzied and energetic with each kill, and finally leaped into the air, unleashing the sect's supreme technique high in the sky, causing four great suns to emerge from his body, stretching across the heavens and earth.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, raised the sword to the sky, and roared:

"You wretched woman, watch closely! See how cool my slash is, hahaha!"

A boundless, maniacal laugh erupted, its resounding voice echoing throughout the universe. Yet, to the ears of the onlookers, it sounded like the roar of a thunder god, the domineering sound waves tearing apart the curtain of rain.

Oh no, the moment his four great suns appeared, all the rain in the world seemed to disappear, evaporated completely.

"This is the Nine Yang Holy Sect's most treasured cultivation technique, the Pure Yang Scripture! Legend has it that by transforming nine great suns into one's own qi and blood, one can ascend to immortality. I wonder if it's true?"

"Heh, the Pure Yang Scripture of the Nine Yang Holy Sect can at most generate seven great suns, corresponding to the Integration Realm. However, in the past thousands of years, the most powerful person in the Nine Yang Holy Sect has only generated six great suns."

"So, do you think that if this little guy doesn't die, he might one day evolve into seven wheels, or even deduce nine great suns on his own?"

"It's difficult. Six rounds might be possible, but seven or even nine rounds is almost impossible."

"I think so too."

"Old poisoner, are you even capable? If not, just beg for mercy, hahahaha..."

Faced with the teasing of the crowd, the old poison master had lost all interest. His eyes were fixed on the increasingly crazed Yang Wei with great seriousness. At this moment, he truly felt the pressure from the 180-year-old virgin body.

However, just as he was concentrating, the heavens and earth turned, the sword light exploded, and with a rumble, four great suns, like golden crows on a journey, crushed the void and caused the thousand-mile wasteland to collapse piece by piece.

"Hahaha, ahahaha, one can't truly live without being obsessed."

"Old monster, can you sense the power of my 180 years of virginity?"

Yang Wei laughed loudly, his clothes ripped apart, and his bare upper body was covered with black patterns. The deeper the patterns, the more violent he became in the state of demon sealing, and the stronger the demon sealing sword intent he condensed would be.

And now, he has reached his peak.

Pfft!

The unparalleled sword light tore everything apart. The young prodigy was full of vigor and ambition, his sword strikes were like a madman's, killing the old poison master who had been famous for more than a thousand years and making him retreat step by step. In the end, he was killed with resentment on the desolate plain.

"You...how could this be...?"

On his deathbed, this Nascent Soul cultivator, who had lived a carefree life for over two thousand years, was filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe he was really dead, and that he had died at the hands of a young, yellow-haired boy who had been cultivating for less than two hundred years.

"Hahaha, you old hag, wasn't that a cool slash from me!"

Yang Wei stood in the void, carrying a large sword. The black patterns on his body became increasingly ferocious, indicating that he had not only not exited his mad state, but was instead accumulating an even deeper state.

"You will...die."

Luo Xin'er murmured, she no longer had the breath to speak, but Yang Wei heard her clearly, and he laughed disdainfully:

"What do you mean by 'death' or 'life'? I chose this path myself, and I'm happy with it. Humph."

"He actually killed the old poisoner!"

In the sky, some were shocked, some were surprised, and some couldn't believe it.

They originally thought that only the Xuan Emperor of the Vermilion Bird Dynasty could possess such terrifying combat power, but now they never expected that a holy son of the Nine Suns Holy Sect could also have such extraordinary combat power.

"Hmph, what extraordinary combat power? He just used some kind of secret technique to temporarily boost his cultivation. He's already severely injured and won't last much longer."

Someone scoffed and made a pronouncement.

Some people, somewhat wary of the Nine Yang Holy Sect, spoke up and shouted:

"Nine Suns Holy Son, if you leave now, we may spare your life."

However, Yang Wei not only refused to accept the offer, but also cursed, "Fuck you, do you think I need you to spare my life?"

"You ugly bastard, you dare to spare my life?"

"Pah! What's wrong with your brain? Is it filled with shit?"

Yang Wei stared with his big, round eyes, a new technique he had learned, which he could use to make his opponent's hair stand on end.

In fact, the other party did get angry, and their tone became emotionless.

"You should take a look at yourself. You're so ugly it's almost unbelievable, yet you still have the nerve to use such foul language to talk about me."

Furthermore, who doesn't know that your Nine Yang Holy Sect is infamous for its ugliness, especially your sect leader? Not only is he ugly, but ugly people are also prone to causing trouble. I've heard that he shamelessly pursued the sect leader of the Luoshui Sect. He's utterly shameless.

The speaker had his hands behind his back and spoke in a flat tone.

In this world, who doesn't have a mouth substitute function?

"You son of a bitch, I'm warning you, you can say 'my master' if you want, but don't you dare bring me into it."

"I absolutely hate it when people tell me I'm ugly."

Yang Wei's eyes started to redden, and his whole demeanor became strange.

"I'm talking about you. An ugly master has an ugly disciple; two ugly people cause more trouble."

"How dare you... how can a Nascent Soul cultivator like you swear?"

Yang Wei pointed at the other party and roared angrily.

However, the man did not back down at all. He stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and seemed determined to fight to the bitter end.

Everyone was puzzled when they saw the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"Alright, delaying might cause unforeseen changes. Let's just take down that Nine Yang Saint Son directly."

"This Holy Maiden of the Luoshui Sect possesses many valuable items. Let's obtain them and then discuss how to resolve the situation."

Someone grew impatient and, after speaking, immediately attacked the Nine Yang Saint Son.

Yang Wei wasn't intimidated. He started fighting right away, taking on a whole group by himself, and almost got beaten to a pulp.

Luo Xin'er lay on the desolate ground, tightly holding the little person in her arms, her eyes filled with worry as she looked up at the figure in the sky who was being beaten and vomiting blood.

Could it be... that he really likes me?

This was the strange thought that popped into Luo Xin'er's mind at that moment.

But that shouldn't be happening!

The first time, he chased after me and slashed at me, and Sister Wen even chopped off one of his arms. After that, every time he saw me, he would be carrying a big knife and yelling. How could that be love?

Bang!

The enemy outnumbers us and we are outmatched in strength.

Soon, Yang Wei was knocked down from the sky, his burly body crashing into the ground and creating a huge crater.

"Cough cough,"

Yang Wei struggled to climb out of the giant pit, and his big, round eyes met Luo Xin'er's.

"Damn it! They cheated, they ganged up on me! Do you believe I'll kill them all one by one?"