Blade Master Hai Bian and the others, who had been furious just a moment ago, were instantly dumbfounded.

Everything had just happened too fast.

They never imagined Jiang Zuo would attack a Tier Four—and succeed.

Even though he was injured, it was still an incredible feat!

Chi Xue Child, with his bald head, had beads of cold sweat rolling down his face.

’I haven’t done anything,’ he thought, ’so why do I feel like I’m in grave danger?’

’That’s right, my conscience is clear. I’ve done nothing wrong.’ 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

While Chi Xue Child and the others were merely surprised, Witch Dan Xue was different. She pointed at Jiang Zuo and demanded, "Let my Senior Brother out of there, now!"

’I paid a high price to hire him. If he’s going to die, he has to pay me back first!’

Jiang Zuo ignored Witch Dan Xue. He put away the Battle Spirit Stele and the Shield, then cleaned off the bloodstains.

After that, Jiang Zuo began trying to figure out how to observe the Array.

Meanwhile, the Black-robed Demon Cultivator inside the Array was a little surprised at first.

After getting a clear look, he was shocked, but then he laughed happily. "This is quite a peculiar place. The legendary Holy Land Grand Array? Looks like I’ve hit the jackpot."

He had Nightmare Assistance, after all, and his escape skills were top-notch. He didn’t think he would fall here.

In fact, he could even explore this place.

He thought that when he got out, he’d have to properly thank that little friend, Po Xiao.

’Haha.’

Just as the Black-robed Demon Cultivator was feeling pleased with himself, the Forbidden Land Maiden appeared once again.

"I smell the stench of a rat dropping, but it’s not *the* rat dropping."

The Forbidden Land Maiden attacked again. ’How dare you enter if you’re not the rat dropping?’

’I was in a bad mood with nowhere to vent it, and you just served yourself up on a platter. Go die!’

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator, who had been feeling delighted, instantly felt an unparalleled power rushing toward him.

He froze for a second, then gave a slight smile. He planned to use his Nightmare ability to teleport away, as his opponent was moving too slowly.

It was more than enough time for him to escape.

’What’s the use of being strong if you can’t even hit me?’

Then, the Black-robed Demon Cultivator opened the Nightmare Space.

But in the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

’I... I can’t escape?’

He looked in terror toward the source of the power and, without a second thought, turned to run.

But a moment later, he froze again. He discovered that he was just running in place.

"H-How is this possible?"

As he looked at the power sweeping toward him, he felt that his Path of Cultivation was about to be extinguished.

Unwilling to accept his fate, he activated every life-saving ability he had, along with all of his Life-Protecting Treasures.

"Hmph. An ant who knows nothing of true power."

The other’s will echoed in the Black-robed Demon Cultivator’s mind—a soundless voice that struck his soul like a thunderclap.

Dread bloomed in the depths of his heart.

Fear spread through his body.

To him, this being was an existence beyond his wildest imagination.

Destruction, death, finality—these were the only things he could feel. Under this one strike, he would surely die.

Soon, the power swept over him. All the preparations the Black-robed Demon Cultivator had made shattered like bubbles. Everything was as fragile as a piece of paper.

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator watched as the power tore through everything, watched as it surged into his body. Confusion, dread, despair, and terror consumed him.

"No, don’t! AHHHHHH!!"

SQUELCH...

Endless streams of blood erupted from the Black-robed Demon Cultivator’s body. The power swept past, but it didn’t obliterate him. It only left him grievously injured and on the verge of death.

’I-I’m not dead?’ The Black-robed Demon Cultivator, still conscious, was almost moved to tears.

He was actually still alive.

The Forbidden Land Maiden pouted. ’He can’t compare to the real rat dropping at all. If I didn’t want to ask him where that rat dropping went, I’d have made him disappear long ago.’

Then, she attacked once more.

When the Black-robed Demon Cultivator saw the power coming for him again, he struggled in despair. ’How long has it been since I was this pathetic?’

But his desire to live forced him into this wretched state.

Yet the power was already upon him, and he still couldn’t evade it.

He stretched a hand out, his heart screaming, ’Someone, anyone, save me!’

In the face of a supreme being, even a Tier Four was no more than an ant.

And just at that moment, a door opened in front of him, and a person appeared before his eyes.

It was Po Xiao.

He had assumed Po Xiao was there to kill him, but to his shock, the moment Po Xiao appeared, the power instantly detonated.

An endless torrent of power surged forth. He had never seen such terrifying might.

And all of that power was aimed at Po Xiao.

In the next instant, he witnessed something he could never have imagined in his entire life.

Po Xiao, who was merely a Tier One, faced the frenzied assault and, with casual ease, dispelled every single attack.

’Every single one! And he didn’t even move from his spot!’

’How is this possible? It’s impossible.’

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator couldn’t believe it; he didn’t dare to believe it.

In that moment, he finally understood that sentence: he knew nothing of true power.

’This... is this really a 7.1?’

He had finally discovered that this person was terrifying to an unimaginable degree.

Then, he felt himself being lifted up and carried out of the Array, while the Array itself could only roar in fury.

’Just what kind of ability does that take?’

THUD...

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator felt the icy chill of the snow-covered ground.

He had actually made it out alive.

And standing before him was none other than Jiang Zuo.

Jiang Zuo looked down at him and asked coldly, "Did you have fun?"

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator shuddered. Everything that had just happened felt too surreal; he could hardly believe it (not that he’d dared to believe it in the first place).

But the wounds on his body were a constant reminder that it had all been real.

"I... I was just... j-joking earlier."

As he spoke, the Black-robed Demon Cultivator took out one Sixth Grade Spirit Stone, and then another.

He thought for a moment, then took out a third one.

Jiang Zuo accepted the Spirit Stones and casually tossed one to Chi Xue Child.

Then he paid the Black-robed Demon Cultivator no more mind.

’If the Holy Land Array had wanted to kill him, I wouldn’t have intervened. But since it was trying to capture him, I had no choice but to step in.’

’The Holy Land can’t find me through the Array, but they could find me through the Black-robed Demon Cultivator.’

Having dealt with the Black-robed Demon Cultivator, Jiang Zuo once again began to observe his surroundings, this time even taking out his coin.

As Jiang Zuo walked away, Witch Dan Xue helped the Black-robed Demon Cultivator up and asked, "Senior Brother, what just happened?"

Everything that had just occurred didn’t actually take very long.

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator disappeared, Jiang Zuo stared blankly, then Jiang Zuo disappeared, and finally, they both reappeared together, with the Black-robed Demon Cultivator now grievously injured and near death.

And the man who had been so arrogant just moments before was now bowing and scraping before Jiang Zuo.

They had no idea what had transpired in that short time.

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator didn’t answer Witch Dan Xue’s question. Instead, he said with great seriousness, "Junior Sister, I’ve made a decision. I’m quitting the group chat."

Witch Dan Xue: "..."

She didn’t understand what nonsense her Senior Brother was spouting.

But she did understand one thing: her Senior Brother was unwilling to speak about what had happened with Jiang Zuo.

Seeing the Black-robed Demon Cultivator in this state, Mo Yan subconsciously moved a little closer to Liuyue Xue.

Even an idiot like her knew to be afraid.

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator looked at Mo Yan and suddenly felt that the ’Idiot Strike’ had been truly merciful.