Leng Fentian, 45 years old, mid-stage Mahayana.

To have achieved such cultivation at such a young age is enough to demonstrate Leng Fentian's exceptional talent.

Su Nian sensed a heavy atmosphere.

The difference between the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm and the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm is vast. The reason he was able to knock away the old man in the black cloak was twofold: firstly, it was a sneak attack, and secondly, with the blessing of the Dao Origin, he possessed the power to fight beyond his level.

However, if he were facing a cautious and prudent mid-stage Mahayana expert, he would surely be defeated within three rounds!

If only he had more time to recover.

Su Nian thought to herself with a solemn expression.

If he could just give himself a little more time to recover to his peak cultivation level, Leng Fentian would definitely be no match for him!

"What? Scared?" Leng Fentian sneered when he saw Su Nian remaining silent. "Arrogant brat, weren't you very cocky just now? Daring to attack my demon race in my Demon Realm, you must have a death wish! So what if you possess the soul of the World-Destroying Demoness? Others might be afraid they can't handle the consequences, but do you think my Cursed Demon Race can't handle it either?"

The Cursed Demons are best at manipulating cursed puppets, as can be seen from the Black-Clad Demon.

Su Nian didn't back down, instead narrowing her eyes, "If you think you can do it, then go ahead and give it a try!"

Leng Fentian gave a mocking smile.

"Stubborn to the end!"

He snorted coldly, and a powerful pressure emanated from him. Countless demons below the Mahayana stage could not stand up straight under his powerful pressure, and those with weaker cultivation were forced to kneel on the ground.

Unable to withstand such pressure, Su Liuli spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just as she was about to kneel down, Su Nian helped her up.

He continuously mobilized the power of the Dao's origin to support the two of them, and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Keep holding on! Let's see how long you can hold on!" Leng Fentian grinned maliciously and took another step forward!

An even more terrifying pressure swept over them, and just when Su Nian was about to give up, a beautiful figure slowly descended from the sky and landed between the two of them.

"Brother Leng, Su Nian is an honored guest of our Samsara Demon Clan and Illusion Demon Clan. Please do not make things too difficult for him."

The newcomer was Gong Lengxue. She stood between the two, and with just a few words, Leng Fentian's oppressive aura diminished considerably.

"Guests?" Leng Fentian narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Su Nian and Gong Lengxue with a critical gaze. He then crossed his arms and said, "When did you two start having the idea of ​​being friends with food?"

Gong Lengxue smiled slightly, “Brother Leng, you have gone too far. Not all demons regard humans as food. My Samsara Demon Clan has always been self-sufficient and never does anything that would harm the peace between the two races.”

"Tch, so self-righteous!" Leng Fentian curled his lip in dissatisfaction.

Now that Gong Lengxue has appeared here today, he doesn't intend to pursue the matter any further.

Although the Reincarnation Demon Clan has few members, their lifespan is self-reincarnated. Even a small child could have been a top expert in the Tribulation Transcending Realm just a few days ago.

The same applies to Gong Lengxue.

She may appear to be just a Golden Core cultivator in her early twenties, but if pushed too far, she could very well burn herself up in the next second and become a genuine Tribulation Transcending Realm expert.

Leng Fentian turned around, glancing sideways at Su Nian with eyes full of disgust. "Consider yourselves lucky today. I'll spare your worthless lives for now. After the Hundred Races War, I will personally tear you apart and steal the soul of the World-Destroying Demoness!"

“Is that so…” Su Nian lowered her head and murmured softly.

"Hmph! Kid, you should be secretly happy. Cherish the last few days of your life with your master!"

After saying that, Leng Fentian turned around and prepared to leave.

"You think you can come and go as you please... Do you think you can act like this in front of me?"

Su Nian's voice, though not angry, carried an imposing presence, causing Leng Fentian to stop in his tracks.

He turned around, a disdainful sneer on his face, "Otherwise, do you think you can keep me here?"

Su Nian began to form hand seals, a gesture that made Leng Fentian laugh out loud.

"You dare to lay a hand on me?"

"Reincarnation Dharma Form!" Su Nian shouted!

In an instant, a celestial Dharma image, a full thousand meters tall, slowly rose up behind Su Nian. It radiated a golden light that was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"This is...?!" Leng Fentian's expression changed drastically. "A celestial Dharma form that only those at the Tribulation Transcending stage can comprehend? Kid, aren't you at the Foundation Establishment stage?"

Su Nian sneered, "Yes, I am indeed at the Foundation Establishment stage."

He manipulated the Dharma Image of Heaven and Earth, and struck downwards with his palm.

"go!"

The surrounding demons immediately turned terrified, scattering in panic and completely losing their previous arrogance.

Leng Fentian suddenly stomped his foot into the ground and raised his arms.

The instant he made contact with the giant hand, half of Leng Fentian's leg sank into the ground with a loud thud.

The demons who had distanced themselves all stared wide-eyed.

"This... even Leng Fentian, a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator, is having such a hard time blocking it? Luckily I ran fast... otherwise I would be dead..."

All the demons watched this scene with secret joy.

The two remained locked in this stalemate, with Leng Fentian gritting his teeth and persevering, while Su Nian desperately pressed the giant hand down. For a moment, neither could advance any further.

From the perspective of the many demons, Leng Fentian's legs were trembling, clearly indicating that he was nearing his limit.

But only Su Liuli, who was closest to Su Nian, knew that Su Nian's breathing was trembling and his lips were gradually turning white. He was bound to be the first to collapse.

Su Liuli was anxious.

Su Nian was trying so hard to hide her weakness so that the demons wouldn't think they were easy to bully.

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