That was a young man.

  Tall and clad in black robes, shrouded in dark mist, his sharp brows and piercing eyes gave him a dangerous, domineering presence.

  The only thing missing was a "Villain" sign plastered across his forehead. He had been lying in wait for a long time.

  All he needed was for everyone to step onto the Sunset Mountain platform—then he could activate the formation and wipe them all out in one go.

  "Demonic Cultivator!"

  At the Luo Xian Sect’s Grand Hall Yun Yangzi’s expression hardened, and in the next breath, he vanished from sight.

  The five Peak Masters immediately dropped their usual banter. Even Wu Dao, who had been silent the entire time, opened his eyes and looked toward the ancient bronze mirror.

  Sunset Mountain Platform, Inside the demonic formation—

  Upon seeing the sudden arrival of this sinister figure, Li Jun and the others immediately recognized him as a demonic cultivator.

  "What's going on?! How did a demonic cultivator appear here? Isn't the Eastern Region protected by the World Barrier?! The Golden Army of the Golden Domain should be holding them back!"

  "Exactly! The demons have long coveted the Eastern Region, but they have to pass through the Golden Pathway of the Golden Domain! The Golden Army is stationed there, and it's said that even a Tribulation-Stage cultivator stands guard! How could the demons have invaded this deep into the Eastern Region?"

  "Wait... Does this mean the Golden Domain has fallen? Have the demons already begun their full-scale invasion?!"

  The moment someone spoke those words panic erupted.

  If the Golden Domain had truly fallen, then all of humanity was at risk of annihilation.

  "Everyone, calm down and listen to me!"

  Li Jun knew that this was the moment he had to step forward.

  "I don’t know why a demonic cultivator is here, but we must trust the Luo Xian Sect elders. I’m certain they’ve already noticed this situation and are on their way. We just need to hold out!"

  His authority among the group was strong. The moment he spoke, the chaos subsided. "Damn, thank god I didn’t go up there." Stepping onto solid ground, Han Luo clutched his chest, his expression full of lingering fear.

  "Demons, huh? So this is part of the test? Luo Xian Sect sure goes all out—throwing in some demon invasion roleplay as part of the assessment?"

  Better safe than sorry. Han Luo turned around to leave.

  "Stop right there!" The demonic cultivator was powerful. At least a Third-Stage Demonic Cultivator. He had already sensed Han Luo’s presence.

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  Han Luo panicked on the outside—but inside, he was perfectly calm. Without hesitation, he activated the Wind-Chasing Talismans on his legs.

  At the same time—

  He stomped down hard. A smoke bomb exploded beneath his feet, instantly filling the air with thick smoke. This wasn't just any smoke bomb, It was specially crafted to block spiritual senses.

  The only downside? It lasted only three breaths.

  "Swoosh!"

  In the blink of an eye, Han Luo vanished into the forest.

  The demonic cultivator—"...What the hell?! Did someone light this kid's ass on fire?! Why is he running so fast?!"

  But his power was undeniable. His figure blurred, transforming into a black gust of wind, chasing after Han Luo .

  "Brat, you think you can escape from my hands?! Your life is mine!"

  His name was Mo Jiu, a Third-Stage Demonic Cultivator. He might not be the strongest among the demons but in this place, he was the absolute king. With just a few steps, he closed the distance and reached out to grab Han Luo .

  Feeling the immense pressure behind him, Han Luo 's face filled with fear—but inwardly, he was completely calm. His palm tightened around a detonation talisman.

  "Boom!"

  A massive explosion shook the entire forest. One hundred explosive talismans detonated beneath Mo Jiu’s feet. Even as a Third-Stage Demonic Cultivator, Mo Jiu was sent flying, his body battered and disoriented.

  "It's him!"

  Li Jun’s eyes widened.

  The moment the explosion went off, he instantly thought of the person who had guided him earlier.

  "Who is it?! Is he a friend of Li Jun’s?"

  Someone asked—they were still trapped inside the formation.

  "No, not a friend."

  "He’s our savior."

  Li Jun made no effort to claim credit. He openly explained everything.

  And just like that the group's emotions shifted. First, they were impressed by Li Jun’s humility. Then—they all grew curious about this mysterious individual.

  Meanwhile—

  "Cough, cough, cough!"

  Han Luo hacked violently, his chest burning from the explosion. Thankfully, he had planned ahead.

  For safety reasons, he had set up several traps nearby.

  But—he had been too close when the explosion went off. His internal organs felt like they had flipped upside down, and his bones ached all over. One hundred explosive talismans… damn, that was strong.

  "BASTARD!"

  Mo Jiu staggered to his feet, his body still smoking. He looked like a coal miner fresh out of a furnace—completely disheveled.

  But he wasn’t hurt. His appearance was ruined beyond recognition but his body was completely fine.

  Han Luo was dumbfounded. This demonic cultivator had just tanked one hundred explosive talismans. How the hell was he still standing?!

  "Alright then..."

  Han Luo patted his Wind-Chasing Talismans and took off running again.

  "You think you can escape?!"

  Mo Jiu was livid. A Third-Stage Demonic Cultivator—being toyed with by a mortal?!

  That was unacceptable!

  With a flick of his wrist, a black steel saber appeared in his hand. His figure vanished, slicing through the air like a demonic wind, his blade aimed to cut Han Luo in half.

  Han Luo knew he couldn’t outrun him. Even with the Wind-Chasing Talismans, it wasn’t enough.

  But that was fine. He had never planned to just keep running. After sprinting thirty meters, Han Luo activated another detonation talisman.

  Mo Jiu, mid-pursuit, suddenly froze. He looked down.

  "Wait... there's another—"

  "BOOM!"

  A second explosion rocked the forest. A hundred more explosive talismans detonated right under Mo Jiu’s feet. Mo Jiu was blasted through the air, tumbling four or five times before skidding to a stop.

  "Cough, cough..."

  Black smoke poured out of his mouth. His once-handsome face was now pitch black— Like someone had just pulled him out of a coal mine. He looked absolutely ridiculous.

  "AAAAARGH!"

  Mo Jiu exploded with rage. The first time, he had been caught off guard.

  But this time? He had been tricked AGAIN! He was furious at himself. But even more furious at that damned brat.

  "I swear, I’ll make you suffer the worst possible torment—so much that you’ll BEG for death!" Mo Jiu lunged forward.

  "Thanks for the warning!" Han Luo smirked. Another detonation talisman appeared in his hand.

  "Welcome to my domain."

  "Boom!"

  For the third time, Mo Jiu was blown sky-high.

  Inside the formation—

  Li Jun and the others watched in silence.

  For some reason—

  They started feeling sorry for the demonic cultivator. No way… he couldn't have just died like that, right? If he really did, that would be way too pathetic.

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