"Sorry, ladies, my abilities are limited," Guo Feilong said, planning to leave immediately and not meddle in others' affairs.

The man in the black robe let out a sinister laugh, "Anyone who sees me must die. Netherworld Demon Hand!"

Boom!

The black-robed man struck through the air, and a massive red palm print descended toward Guo Feilong and the three women.

"Fellow cultivator, let's join forces. As long as we hold out for a quarter of an hour, reinforcements from the Primordial Sect will arrive, and this demon cultivator will surely die," said a woman at the eighth level of Qi Refining, as she unleashed a flame that soared like a fiery serpent toward the enormous blood-red palm print, at least fifty meters wide.

"Senior Sister Sun, we'll help you!"

Two women at the seventh level of Qi Refining joined in, one directing a flying sword at the blood-red palm print, while the other unleashed a thick bolt of lightning with a wave of her hand.

Guo Feilong frowned slightly, not expecting to encounter a demon cultivator here.

Demon cultivators are human cultivators who have practiced the divine powers and spells of demons.

Every demon cultivator is a wicked being, committing all sorts of evil without hesitation.

Similarly, demon cultivators are the most powerful among cultivators of the same stage.

Rarely can a cultivator of the same stage defeat a demon cultivator in a one-on-one battle.

This is because demon cultivators practice both body and magic, making their physical forms as strong as demons, while also mastering powerful divine spells.

Demon cultivators differ from demons; demons can transform into humans and hide among them, but can be detected through demonic energy.

Demon cultivators, however, are originally human.

If they don't actively use their demonic skills, they appear as ordinary cultivators, and no one can tell the difference.

Boom!

At that moment, the fiery serpent, flying sword, and lightning collided with the blood-red palm print, erupting in a thunderous explosion.

"Ha! Such feeble spells, and you dare show off in front of me? Overestimating yourselves," the black-robed demon cultivator sneered from mid-air.

The fiery serpent and lightning extinguished simultaneously.

The flying sword fell with a mournful cry.

The three female cultivators coughed up blood, their spells and divine powers shattered, leaving them severely injured and dispirited.

"My Ten Thousand Souls Banner still lacks a few main souls, and you four are just perfect," the black-robed demon cultivator said, raising his hand to strike at Guo Feilong and the three women again.

The three female cultivators looked desperate. Their group of over ten had taken on a sect mission to investigate the massacre of tens of thousands in a county town and seven villages by a demon cultivator.

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Their team was strong, led by two senior brothers and sisters at the ninth level of Qi Refining, along with five at the eighth level and nine at the seventh.

Unexpectedly, the black-robed demon cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining turned out to be the steward of the Primordial Sect stationed in that county town.

Their team had traced the clues back to this black-robed steward.

However, before they could act against him, the black-robed demon cultivator struck first.

The demon cultivator had control over the sect disciples in the county, who were also demon cultivators.

The battle was one-sided, with the two leading senior brothers and sisters at the ninth level of Qi Refining easily killed by the black-robed demon cultivator.

The remaining members fled, hoping to report the true identity of the demon cultivator to the sect.

They fought and fled, pursued relentlessly by the black-robed demon cultivator, until they stumbled upon Guo Feilong meditating in the forest. Discovering he was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, they flew to him for help without hesitation.

If this ninth-level Qi Refining elder could hold off the demon cultivator for just a quarter of an hour, the distress signal they had sent out earlier would bring Foundation Establishment stage cultivators from the sect stationed in nearby cities.

Boom!

At that moment, the massive blood-red palm print descending upon them was shattered by a single punch from Guo Feilong.

"When the tiger doesn't show its might, you really think I'm a sick cat, huh?"

"I just didn't want to get involved and cause trouble for myself. Did you really think I was scared?"

Guo Feilong stood on a white cloud, his whole body gleaming with golden light, like a golden statue cast in gold.

"This fellow cultivator is amazing, he actually shattered the blood-red palm print with one punch. We're saved, we're saved," the three female cultivators from the Primordial Sect cried tears of joy. One of them took out a bamboo tube, a signal spiritual instrument, and infused it with her mystic power.

Whoosh!

A beam of light shot into the sky, exploding like fireworks into a massive orb of light.

This was to signal the approaching Foundation Establishment stage cultivators from the Primordial Sect.

"So you're a body cultivator. No wonder you dare boast and bark at me. Today, I'll show you what a demon cultivator is," the black-robed demon cultivator sneered, his body enveloped in a blood-red aura, like a red flame in mid-air.

In the next instant, the black-robed demon cultivator's body began to change, growing to three and a half meters tall.

His head transformed into that of a demon, his body covered in red scales, his hands turned into eagle claws, his feet into hooves like those of a donkey, and a pair of blood-red wings sprouted from his back.

"Ha! To die under my demon form is your honor. Now, die!"

The transformed demon cultivator flapped his blood-red wings, moving as fast as lightning, appearing before Guo Feilong in an instant, his eagle-like red claws reaching for Guo Feilong's chest.

Bang!

Guo Feilong raised his hand, punching into the demon's palm.

Both were knocked back over ten meters, though Guo Feilong retreated a bit more.

Guo Feilong felt his fist go numb, realizing from the impact that the demon's body was as strong as a top-grade spiritual instrument.

His Golden Body Technique at the third level was only comparable to a high-quality spiritual instrument.

He wasn't as physically strong as the demon.

"Ha! I didn't expect your body to be as strong as a high-quality spiritual instrument. I almost don't want to destroy it, I'd love to turn your body into a puppet," the black-robed demon cultivator muttered. "But time is short, and delays could be dangerous. Better to kill you first, then the three of them, before the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators arrive and discover my identity as a Primordial Sect disciple."

"Die!"

In an instant, the demon cultivator appeared before Guo Feilong again, his eagle-like claws reaching for his heart.

"I think the one who should die is you," Guo Feilong snorted, punching at the demon's hand.

As he punched, ten auspicious clouds merged into his fist.

Bang!

His fist collided with the demon's hand again.

"Ah!"

The demon cultivator screamed, his hand shattered by the punch, leaving only a bare forearm, with fingers and palm completely gone.

"How is this possible? How did your body suddenly become so strong, comparable to a low-grade sacred treasure?" the demon cultivator exclaimed in horror.

A body comparable to a low-grade sacred treasure was something even Foundation Establishment stage cultivators couldn't handle.

"You talk too much!" Guo Feilong's killing intent surged. With the energy of the ten auspicious clouds still in his fist, he struck the demon's chest with a second punch.

Bang!

With this punch, the demon's chest was pierced through.

However, the demon cultivator didn't die, as his heart wasn't in the usual place but had been moved to his abdomen.

The demon cultivator turned to flee, not forgetting to shout a threat, "Just you wait, I'll repay today's grudge a hundredfold in the future."

Guo Feilong disliked letting those who couldn't defeat him escape. He infused one auspicious cloud after another into the Soaring Cloud beneath his feet.

With each cloud infused, the Soaring Cloud's speed increased.

When the seventh auspicious cloud was infused, his speed surpassed that of the fastest ninth-rank flying spiritual beasts.

However, the demon's blood-red wings weren't slow either, each flap faster than the ninth-rank flying spiritual beasts by a third.

When the tenth auspicious cloud was infused, the Soaring Cloud's speed far exceeded that of the demon cultivator.

Catching up to the demon, Guo Feilong unceremoniously punched at his head.

Unfortunately, the punch missed.

After all, the demon cultivator was a battle-hardened veteran.

With rich combat experience, dodging a punch was normal.

But his flying speed couldn't match Guo Feilong's, leaving him unable to escape, forced to dodge Guo Feilong's attacks passively, not daring to confront him head-on.

A sacred treasure is a whole level above a spiritual instrument.

It's like the gap between a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator and a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator.

"Fellow cultivator, we have no grudge between us. How about I give you a million spirit stones, and you spare my life?" the demon cultivator pleaded, offering a million spirit stones to buy his life after having an arm shattered by Guo Feilong.

"Fellow cultivator, you can't let him go. Demon cultivators must be killed by everyone. If you let him go, who knows how many innocent common folk will be used by him to cultivate his demonic skills," the three female cultivators from the Primordial Sect shouted from behind, fearing Guo Feilong might let the demon go for the spirit stones.