Bai Zihan's aura continued to surge—until it came to a halt.

Peak Void Refinement Realm!

He exhaled slowly, feeling the terrifying power coursing through his meridians.

His bones hummed, blood roaring like thunder, Qi flowing endlessly through an expanded dantian.

He could go higher, and his body should be able to handle it without much problem.

But he stopped.

This was his first time using the Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique.

He didn't yet fully understand its long-term strain, nor how stable the state would be if he pushed it further.

For now, Peak Void Refinement was more than enough.

More than sufficient to test three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders.

The three Demonic Elders stared at him as if they were looking at a monster.

"How?"

The tall Demonic Elder's pupils shrank.

A cultivation jump of more than one major realm.

They had lived for hundreds of years.

They had seen forbidden techniques and life-burning arts.

But this?

This defied all common sense.

Even techniques that forcefully pushed a Spirit Severing cultivator into Void Refinement were already considered taboo—arts that crippled the user for life or killed them outright.

Yet Bai Zihan had not only crossed into Void Refinement—

He stood it further to the Top-level.

"And his breathing is stable…"

The wounded elder muttered, his voice hoarse.

Although shocked to see such a technique, they weren't afraid.

The skeletal Demonic Elder let out a low, grating laugh.

"Kekeke… So what?"

Green flames flared violently in his hollow eyes.

"Void Refinement is still Void Refinement."

He stepped forward, Demonic Qi surging like a black tide.

"You're not a Great Ascension cultivator."

The others moved as well, forming a loose encirclement.

"And there are three of us."

Their killing intent locked onto Bai Zihan once more—heavy, oppressive, merciless.

They had already recovered from the initial shock.

After all, they were veterans of countless life-and-death battles.

They understood one thing clearly:

A technique this monstrous could not come without a price.

"No technique lasts forever," the tall elder said coldly.

He sneered.

"The stronger it is, the shorter it lasts."

The wounded elder nodded, eyes flashing with malice.

"You can't maintain this state for long, not to mention the Void Refinement Realm is still not enough to handle the three of us."

Bai Zihan listened quietly.

Then he smiled.

"You're not wrong."

Maintaining this state indefinitely was impossible—

"However," Bai Zihan continued, lifting his sword, his eyes sharp as frost, "you're mistaken about one thing."

The pressure around him suddenly condensed.

"I don't need much time to take care of you three."

His sword intent erupted, far denser and sharper than before.

Top Void Refinement Qi fused perfectly with the Eternal Spirit Sword.

The skeletal Demonic Elder's green flames flared violently.

"This arrogance will be the reason for your demise!"

He moved.

In an instant, the space beneath his feet collapsed as Demonic Qi detonated outward.

His figure vanished, reappearing before Bai Zihan like a phantom as clawed fingers reached straight for his throat.

A killing move—fast, ruthless, absolute.

Yet—Bai Zihan was already gone.

The skeletal elder's pupils shrank.

Too fast!

Before the thought could fully form, a sharp metallic hum rang out.

Clang!

The Eternal Spirit Sword swept upward, effortlessly intercepting the fatal strike.

The clash sent ripples through the air, but Bai Zihan's body did not budge in the slightest.

The skeletal elder was the one forced back.

"What?!"

He screeched.

At the same time, the tall Demonic Elder and the wounded one attacked from both flanks.

Bai Zihan didn't retreat.

Slash! Slash!

The space before him folded.

The corrosive palm strike was sliced apart mid-air, Demonic Qi dispersing like mist.

Without pause, Bai Zihan twisted his wrist, the sword's tip flicking backward—

Clang!

The blood-black spear of Tall Demonic Elder shattered, fragments dissolving before they could even reach him.

The counterattack came immediately after.

The wounded elder barely managed to raise his arms before the sword intent struck him head-on.

Boom!

His body was blasted backward, crashing through the ground as blood sprayed from his mouth.

The tall Demonic Elder's expression finally changed.

This wasn't simple survival. Rather, they were the ones being suppressed.

They attacked together again—faster, fiercer, killing intent fully unleashed.

Yet Bai Zihan moved through their assault like flowing water.

Every attack was neutralized before it could fully form.

Every counter forced them back.

The battlefield twisted under the pressure of clashing Qi, but one thing was unmistakably clear—

It wasn't three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders pushing Bai Zihan.

It was Bai Zihan forcing three of them to retreat.

"How is this possible?!"

The tall elder roared, blocking another sword strike that sent tremors through his arms.

The skeletal elder retreated hastily, green flames flickering erratically.

"He's only Void Refinement—how can he be this strong?!"

Bai Zihan stepped forward once more, sword humming with condensed intent.

His gaze was calm and cold.

On the sideline, Mo Tianji watched with his mouth agape.

He had already found it difficult to believe that Bai Zihan had defeated one Great Ascension Elder—and now he was fighting three of them and still winning.

He thought Bai Zihan would be killed, and no matter how talented he was, it wouldn't matter since he would be dead.

But now?

Three Great Ascension Demonic Elders were being pushed back and struggling while Bai Zihan confidently advanced.

Seeing such a scene, no matter how arrogant one was, was enough to crush one's confidence.

Mo Tianji clenched his teeth in anger.

"Just kill him!"

He couldn't help but voice his frustration—and perhaps his fury—at the three elders.

They were supposed to be among the strongest, yet they were pathetically struggling against a teenager.

Most of those watching among the Demonic Cultivators felt the same.

Those three should have killed Bai Zihan long ago and gone to help elsewhere, yet they were the ones on the verge of being killed?

That didn't make any sense.

Slash! Slash!

The three Demonic Elders gradually slowed their pace.

Their movements became more measured. More cautious.

They stopped pressing recklessly.

"He's burning Qi," the tall Demonic Elder said coldly, his eyes narrowing.

"A boost like this can't be sustained."

The wounded elder steadied his breathing, wiping blood from his lips.

"Let him exhaust himself. Once the backlash hits, he'll be helpless."

The skeletal elder's green flames flickered as he laughed softly.

"Kekeke… run out of breath, little brat. Heaven never gives without taking."

They began to circle instead of clash—defending more than attacking, forcing Bai Zihan to swing again and again.

They were certain of one thing:

No Void Refinement cultivator—no matter how monstrous—could maintain such output for long.

But they were wrong.

Bai Zihan's breathing never quickened.

His Qi didn't run out.

His QI was like an ocean with no visible bottom.

The Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique continued to roar within his body, but his dantian showed no signs of depletion.

It has been many minutes since they fought and Bai ZIhan still showed no sign of weakening.

The skeletal elder frowned.

"Why isn't his aura weakening?"

Before the doubt could fully form—

Bai Zihan stopped moving.

He lowered his sword.

The battlefield went still.

"Hm?" the tall elder sneered. "Finally reaching your limit?"

Bai Zihan lifted his gaze.

The Eternal Spirit Sword trembled.

Then—

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"

The world split.

Bai Zihan vanished.

Not fast—

Gone!

Nine afterimages bloomed simultaneously across the battlefield, each radiating identical sword intent, identical killing pressure.

Three of them prepared for Bai Zihan's attack.

They thought that Bai Zihan might do what he had done previously against the wounded Elder and prepared to defend against Bai ZIhan's powerful technique.

However, Bai Zihan wasn't planning on using Fate Severing Slash and focused on a single target, the Skeletal Elder.

Nine swords descended at once.

Each strike flowed like light through water—silent, seamless, unavoidable.

"NO—!"

Slash!

A clean arc of silver light flashed past.

The skeletal elder froze.

The green flames in his eyes flickered once… then went out.

His skull separated from his body, spinning through the air before crashing to the ground.

The headless body stood for a heartbeat—

Then collapsed.

Silence fell!

The remaining two Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders stared in horror.

One of them—Killed.

Bai Zihan reappeared, standing calmly as the sword's edge dripped with faint demonic residue.

His aura remained steady.

He looked at the two remaining elders, he wasn't going to spare them either.

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