The entire battle lasted for less than a hundred breaths. …
Chen Meng Qi stood on the spot and watched everything in a daze. Her mouth was slightly agape and she could not snap out of it for a long time.
Eight years had passed.
The young man who was once viewed as an ant by Perfected Being Cang Lang in this small town and had his scholarly achievements stripped had already grown to this extent.
Eight years ago, Perfected Being Cang Lang trampled on that young man's dignity wantonly and bullied him, nearly causing him to lose his life.
Eight years later, Perfected Being Cang Lang was like a dead dog, being dragged along the ground powerlessly by the young man of the past.
Eight years ago, when Perfected Being Cang Lang descended, all the mortals of Ping Yang Town knelt down except for one person who stood proudly with a straight back.
Chen Meng Qi remembered clearly that day when she chased after that young man and questioned him loudly, "Why aren't you kneeling? What's wrong with kneeling? "
The young man replied, "It's fine. It's just that I'm not willing to."
Eight years later, this young man who refused to kneel was the one who dragged Perfected Being Cang Lang down from his pedestal and stomped him viciously into the mud!
Su Zimo arrived before Chen Meng Qi and released his grip. Perfected Being Cang Lang fell to the ground and cried out in pain. His body convulsed and his face was pale.
"Su Zimo, w-what are you trying to do?"
Perfected Being Cang Lang's eyes were filled with fear.
Su Zimo had a calm expression as he looked at Chen Meng Qi. "Since he destroyed your core formation, I'll help you cripple his cultivation!"
"Don't!"
When he heard that, Perfected Being Cang Lang's hair stood on end as he shrieked.
"Pfft!"
Su Zimo stomped down heavily on Perfected Being Cang Lang's abdomen.
How terrifying was Su Zimo's physique?
He could even snap supreme-grade spirit weapons!
There was no way Perfected Being Cang Lang's body could withstand that stomp.
His abdomen was punctured and his flesh was mangled with fresh blood gushing out.
However, that was only a physical injury. Perfected Being Cang Lang's Jin Dan was smashed as well – more than 200 years of cultivation were destroyed in a single day!
Perfected Being Cang Lang coughed out mouthfuls of blood with an ashen expression.
His Jin Dan and cultivation was crippled – that was worse than death!
Perfected Being Cang Lang's appearance was aging rapidly.
Right now, Perfected Being Cang Lang was already more than 200 years old. The reason why he looked like a middle-aged man was because he had formed his Jin Dan and his lifespan had increased tremendously after forming his core.
But now, the Jin Dan had shattered, and the power of the Jin Dan Realm had disappeared. He could no longer resist the power of time.
Perfected Being Cang Lang's hair turned white and his skin lost its luster.
They were like demons.
Demons who had stepped into the Core Dao would focus their cultivation on the Inner Core.
With the help of the Inner Core, the Demon Race could transform into human form and even speak human language.
However, if the Inner Core was taken away, the Demon Clan would lose their Demonic Power. The Demon Clan that had originally taken human form would immediately revert to their original form and would no longer be able to speak human language.
Su Zimo no longer looked at the groaning and dying Perfected Being Cang Lang on the ground. He walked to the edge of the courtyard and squatted down to observe.
Not long after, Su Zimo stood up and walked along the edge of the formation.
Occasionally, he would stop and gently stamp his feet.
When he left, he left a footprint on the ground that was filled with spiderweb-like cracks.
A spirit stone laid in the middle of the footprint. It was already dim and lifeless, crushed by Su Zimo's stomp.
Chen Meng Qi vaguely understood.
Su Zimo was dispelling the formation.
Every time his foot landed, he would shatter a formation core!
The light of the surrounding formation was gradually fading.
This formation that Tan Hao said could trap Perfected Being Jin Dan for three to five days was dispelled by Su Zimo in less than 15 minutes!
This was the second Extreme Foundation Establishment Cultivator in history.
The number one Weapon Refinement Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Formation Master …
Was there anything he could not do?
Chen Meng Qi suddenly realized that right from the beginning, Su Zimo had not changed at all. He was still the omnipotent Brother Zimo in her heart when she was young and the pride of Ping Yang Town.
She was the one who had changed.
The reason why a person's life was cruel was not because it was short, but because … it could not be redone.
There were some things and people that were missed for a lifetime.
Chen Meng Qi looked at the figure not far away quietly without shifting her gaze for a single moment.
She did not have much time left.
Before long, the light of the formation patterns disappeared into the night and the formation dissipated, revealing the light of day once more.
The night was hazy and the moon was bright with few stars.
Although a huge battle broke out in the Shen family, the town was silent.
Most of the mortals in the town had already woken up.
However, how would mortals dare to show their faces when immortals were fighting?
Everyone hid on their beds and hugged their blankets tightly, praying silently that they would not be implicated.
Turning around, Su Zimo carried Perfected Being Cang Lang who was still on his last legs and walked out of the Shen family, heading for his own residence.
Looking at Su Zimo's departing back view, Chen Meng Qi swayed and nearly fell.
The door next to her was pushed open with a creak. A middle-aged man ran over with a frightened expression. He held onto Chen Meng Qi and asked with concern, "Sister, are, are you okay?"
The man was Shen Nan who was hiding in his room and did not dare to show himself.
"If I had not left with master back then, this might not have happened today."
Chen Meng Qi's condition was getting worse as she muttered to herself in a daze.
"I brought this upon myself. I can't blame anyone else."
"There's no immortal fate. It's just a dream …"
Shen Nan was shocked and afraid as he shook Chen Meng Qi's body gently and asked, "Sister, how are you? Don't scare me. What happened back then is already in the past. It's not your fault to begin with … "
Before Shen Nan could finish, Chen Meng Qi turned around and looked at him blankly with tears streaming down her face.
"Brother, I regret it."
…
Eight years had passed and Su Zimo's residence had not changed much.
Carrying Perfected Being Cang Lang, Su Zimo leaped and landed gently in the courtyard.
The peach blossoms were in full bloom in the middle of the courtyard.
In that short period of time, Perfected Being Cang Lang's hair was already white and he was barely breathing.
The massive wound on his abdomen drained blood continuously. Coupled with the fact that his Jin Dan was shattered and his cultivation was destroyed, Perfected Being Cang Lang was aging at an extremely fast speed!
Wrinkles seemed to be etched on his face and his eyes were deeply sunken. His pupils were turbid and he was already in his twilight years.
Su Zimo threw Perfected Being Cang Lang beside the peach blossom tree and asked, "Do you know why I brought you here?"
Perfected Being Cang Lang no longer had the strength to speak. He knew that he was definitely going to die today and could only glare at Su Zimo with a venomous gaze.
"Eight years ago, you burned Zhui Feng to death right in front of me. Even though it was a spirit beast, I viewed it as a family member. "
Su Zimo clenched his fists slightly and said coldly, "Zhui Feng's ashes were buried under this peach blossom tree. The moment I buried his ashes, I said that I would spill your blood here one day! "
Perfected Being Cang Lang's gaze turned incomparably conflicted.
There was hatred, regret, fear and reluctance …
"Eight years ago, if not for Zhui Feng, I would have died to your True Fire."
Su Zimo grabbed Perfected Being Cang Lang's head and said word by word with a cold gaze, "Cang Lang, pay with your life!"
Poof!
Su Zimo extended his finger and sliced across Perfected Being Cang Lang's throat viciously!
Fresh blood spewed out and splattered beneath the peach blossom tree.
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