Charging through the midst of Demon Kings and Demon Lords, Qi Xiu felt as if he was entering an uninhabited place.

Though the Demon Kings and Demon Lords present were the elite from various Demon Caves, they were still inadequate to resist against the unmatched Hunyuan Myriad Laws True Monarch.

Not even needing to use those earth-shattering grand techniques.

Merely relying on the immeasurable vigor of the Hunyuan Myriad Laws Immortal Body, these Demon Kings and Demon Lords posed no challenge against Qi Xiu.

With a casual wave of his hand, limbs were severed, bodies shattered.

Even their souls could not escape the grip of Primordial Attraction.

Across the battle field, a streak of colorful brilliance traversed, and where it passed, Demon Kings and Demon Lords screamed and wailed, their souls scattered to the winds, dying with no place for burial.

"Enough!"

Seeing his side being casually slaughtered by Qi Xiu, with six or seven Demon Kings and Demon Lords having fallen in an instant, the Black Robed Demon Master holding the Ten Thousand Soul Banner shouted and immediately drove this Primordial Spirit Treasure towards Qi Xiu.

Qi Xiu’s ears moved slightly at the Demon Master’s shout, causing him to turn slightly. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The overwhelming black tide conjured by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner rushed as if to engulf everything, billions of fierce, terrifying vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts roared and surged forth, unstoppable.

"Enough? This is far from enough."

With a flip of his right hand, four radiant beads brimming with vast, majestic Primordial Qi appeared between his fingers, born from the slain Demon Kings and Demon Lords’ essence, transformed into Primordial Beads.

"First, invoke the Power of Taiyin Guanghan, borrow the moonlight; bind the wandering soul!"

Two Primordial Beads disappeared, the boundless Primordial Qi swirled into the depths, bringing forth a desolate, frigid land within the void, revealing a cold, ancient palace.

Swish—

The frost-white Power of Taiyin Guanghan flashed forth, like a fleeting, untouchable breeze, appearing shapeless yet formidable, instantly freezing the terrifying black tide of vengeful spirits into ice sculptures, as the black aura of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner swirled to break them, unable to shatter the Taiyin Cold Wind.

"Palm Dao Holy Technique? Does he also have a Primordial Spirit Treasure?"

Noticing the pure, dense Power of the Great Dao in the void, the Black Robed Demon Master’s brows furrowed deeply.

Palm Dao Holy Technique is an exclusive skill of the Primordial Spirit True Honor.

In the Dao Body Realm, one can only wield it by using the Life-Bound Magic Treasure nurtured by the Primordial Spirit True Honor’s Great Dao.

Therefore, seeing Qi Xiu perform with Primordial Borrowing Technique using Taiyin Cold Wind, the Black Robed Demon Master naturally assumed Qi Xiu had used a Primordial Spirit Treasure.

"Primordial Spirit Treasure? Sort of."

With a subtle smile, Qi Xiu did not argue, as his Primordial Borrowing Technique could channel the Power of the Great Dao, objectively resembling the transcendent nature of the Palm Dao Holy Technique.

And because he did not embody the Dao of Tai Yin, he borrowed the power of the Big Star Moon to bring forth this force.

"But recently, I’ve had a curious thought; this technique has added a few more tricks."

With his hands altering the Magic Seal Taoist Technique, the remaining two Primordial Beads dissipated into nothing, and Qi Xiu lightly invoked:

"Next, invite the Ancient Bow to shoot the sun, requesting the Palace Master to assist."

Buzz—

The cold, lofty ancient palace responded, a woman’s voice resonant yet mellifluous, rising faintly:

"My husband...come aid me..."

Boom!

Before the voice finished, a burst of pure yang, murderous atmosphere suddenly condensed in the heavens, though only a strand, it was supremely pure. Upon its arrival, all Demon Kings and Demon Lords felt their scalps tingling, as if locked by an inescapable intent to kill.

The next second, slain by an arrow!

"You summoned me...and indeed I come..."

In response, a tall, slender figure appeared from the depths, wielding an ancient, elegant bow, his ink-black hair cascading down his waist, as he slowly drew the bow in his hand, a primeval golden arrow swiftly forming.

Oh no!

Minds flaring with alarm, the Black Robed Demon Master felt as if his body was about to split apart, even as he desperately urged the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in hand, unable to assuage even a fraction of this dangerous sensation.

Bastard!

What kind of monster is this Daoist!

His heart now in complete chaos; having believed with the Ten Thousand Soul Banner bestowed by the Demon Venerable, his arrival at Central Earth meant a guaranteed spree of slaughter and joy.

Never having thought that even before setting foot on an inch of Central Earth’s soil, today he might meet his death!

Between frantic eyeball movements, the Black Robed Demon Master had no doubts, fiercely stabbing his hand into his chest, pulling out a throbbing heart thick with dark purple Daoist vein patterns.

Raising this demon heart high, the Black Robed Demon Master raspy voice yelled, shrieking:

"Disciple offers five hundred years of life as sacrifice!!!

Plead for Demon Venerable to manifest!!!"

Boom!

In the Black Robed Demon Master’s hand, the demon heart abruptly shattered, countless dark, thick blood like ink splattered upwards, merging into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

The next moment!

Only to see the great banner move freely without wind, rustling, as a figure with a black robe, black hair casually draped over his shoulders, fluttering in the breeze, with cold, indifferent expression, though a light occasionally flickered within his eyes, emerged.

Precisely the owner of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner—Soul Refining Demon Venerable!

"Useless."

His gaze fell upon the Black Robed Demon Master, whose face was full of panic, bearing an unseemly posture, the indifferent man coldly scoffed.

"My lord Demon Venerable, forgive me, this one possesses overwhelming cultivation and strange techniques, suspected to have more than one Primordial Spirit Treasure."

Chided by Soul Refining Demon Venerable, the Black Robed Demon Master trembled, collapsing to his knees with a thump, swiftly explaining.

A demonic cultivator’s temperament is cold and capricious.

This applies even in a master-disciple relationship.

The Black Robed Demon Master was a close disciple of Soul Refining Demon Venerable, hence being granted such a treasure as the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.