Chapter 16

Several demons in the distance, upon seeing Lu Shaoyou ruthlessly trample Yingwen, were left speechless, their expressions extremely comical and ridiculous.

"Um, am I seeing things...?" A graceful female demon covered her cherry lips, her voice trembling, "What did I just see...? Young Master Ying, he, he was actually stepped on by that kid."

"I, I think this isn't just your eyes playing tricks on you, because I saw it too... Too terrifying, this brute is definitely not someone to mess with!" The fat middle-aged demon cultivator's face jiggled with fat, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, "Run! We must run! This guy is too brutal! We have to run!"

The demons behind him also trembled, nodding in agreement. They scrambled and crawled away, sneaking off into the distance.

Lu Shaoyou had long noticed these guys but simply didn't bother with them. He stomped hard on Yingwen's demonic face, who was now unconscious like a dead dog. Lu Shaoyou flicked his sleeve, and the storage bags that had fallen to the ground flew toward him. With a wave of his hand, he grabbed the storage bags, and the spirit medicines inside flew out.

"Blood Spirit Mushroom, Dragon Ling Grass, Star Soul Grass, Mandala..." Lu Shaoyou counted the spirit medicines one by one, putting them into his own storage ring, leaving Yingwen lying there, "Eighty points, ninety points, twenty points, one hundred points... Hmm, this storage bag has only five hundred and thirty-two points, this one has three hundred and seventy points, this one has four hundred points, and this one, I estimate, has four hundred and twenty-one points."

Lu Shaoyou slowly counted, adding up the points, "Indeed, robbery is the fastest way to earn merit points. Hmm, a total of thirty-seven demon cultivators have died at my hands. Adding my own merit points, I now have, hmm, about ten thousand and eighty-seven points!" Lu Shaoyou felt a surge of excitement and then turned his gaze to Yingwen, "I wonder how many merit points this guy has. It shouldn't be as few as those guys just now!"

Lu Shaoyou scooped up with both hands, a powerful force erupting, and he violently took out Yingwen's storage bag. Just as Lu Shaoyou was about to finish off Yingwen with a palm strike, a terrifying aura of primordial energy burst from behind him.

A massive black palm silently tore through the void, striking Lu Shaoyou with overwhelming force. The ghostly aura surged, and a chilling presence enveloped Lu Shaoyou, accompanied by terrifying power, reaching three hundred and fifty dragon horse strength! Clearly, this was the power of the Ninth Heaven of Qi Cultivation! What Lu Shaoyou hadn't expected was that this old ghost had advanced here! This made Lu Shaoyou quite annoyed, as he had consumed so much essence but hadn't advanced, while this old ghost had broken through. However, Lu Shaoyou's foundation was deep, something the old ghost couldn't match, which was a source of comfort for him.

Lu Shaoyou's pupils contracted, a sinister smile appearing on his lips, "I knew you would come, Old Ghost Wei!" Lu Shaoyou suddenly turned around, fiercely punching, colliding with the black palm.

"Four Extremes of the Universe, Demonic Path in the World! Four Extremes Demon Fist!" Lu Shaoyou remained calm, his mind racing, and he unleashed Yingwen's Four Extremes Demon Fist. With the help of the mysterious stone tablet, Lu Shaoyou had completely mastered this fist technique, but he could clearly feel that its profound and mysterious nature far surpassed the Great Bull Demon Fist and other cultivation techniques.

"Boom!" Intense primordial energy fluctuations spread through the void. Endless ghostly winds blew toward Lu Shaoyou, and the "cackling" laughter of Old Demon Wei filled his ears. Lu Shaoyou quickly raised his iron fist, unleashing terrifying power, creating sonic booms, and focusing his mind to strike the ghostly wind. At this moment, two rays of divine light shot from his eyes, about a foot long, accompanied by a sharp killing intent and terrifying fist wind, smashing toward Old Demon Wei.

"Kid, you really don't know your place!" Old Demon Wei coldly snorted, his ghostly aura surging, swirling above Lu Shaoyou, attempting to deliver a fatal blow. "Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way!"

"Many have tried to kill me, but they all died." Lu Shaoyou's voice was sinister, "You will meet the same fate!" Lu Shaoyou's entire body erupted with blood qi, the intense yang energy dispersing the overwhelming ghostly aura. He stepped forward, his cultivation bursting forth, unleashing the Four Extremes Demon Fist, appearing like a demon god from ancient times. Boundless terrifying demonic roars, dragon roars, the singing of celestial maidens, and the praises of all beings slowly overflowed from the shadow behind Lu Shaoyou.

"Four Extremes of the Universe, Demonic Path in the World! East, South, West, North, the Demon sits in the center, treading the eight directions, sweeping the six directions! Four Extremes evolve into the six directions, the six directions form the eight directions! Eight Directions Demon Wrath! Blood flows across the land!" Lu Shaoyou's body was engulfed in demonic aura, holy light surging, and he unleashed the ultimate killing move of the Four Extremes Demon Fist, the Eight Directions Demon Wrath. Even Yingwen hadn't mastered this move; if he had, Lu Shaoyou wouldn't have defeated him so easily. Even if he had lost, it wouldn't have been so惨烈.

"Boom!" The fist force converged into a torrent, piercing through the entire space, making it seem as if a massive bomb had been planted, rushing toward Old Ghost Wei.

Old Ghost Wei grunted, his ghostly hand curling and extending, a ghostly wind sweeping from under his palm, lifting the unconscious Yingwen, and preparing to leave.

"Old Ghost, you want to run!?" Lu Shaoyou's eyes narrowed, a flash of light disappearing, "Stay! I must kill this Yingwen!" Lu Shaoyou let out a long howl, his demonic aura surging, stepping forward like a supreme demon god. Each step contained the iron-blooded, ruthless, and domineering essence of the demonic path. Waves of killing intent surged toward the ghostly wind, and Old Ghost Wei's eyes flashed with ghostly fire, as if he saw Lu Shaoyou emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the boundless killing intent condensed into a single point, fiercely stabbing toward him!

"Lu Shaoyou, don't push me too far!" Old Ghost Wei roared, "If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think you're invincible! The heavens are not benevolent, treating all things as straw dogs! The sages are not benevolent, treating the people as straw dogs! Only my Yinming Ghost Path can determine life and death, judge good and evil, and be fair and just! Yellow Springs and Green Skies, life after life!" Old Ghost Wei's body trembled, deflecting Lu Shaoyou's killing intent, his feet sliding, suddenly stepping on another patch of void, and simultaneously unleashing the supreme killing technique— "Yellow Springs Life and Death"! After using this move, Old Ghost Wei's body convulsed, as if all his strength had been drained, his expression extremely exhausted, as if even a slight vibration could shatter him.

A mysterious force descended from the void, making Lu Shaoyou feel a sense of danger. He muttered to himself, "What move is this? I didn't expect this old ghost to have some tricks up his sleeve!" Lu Shaoyou was on full alert, two terrifying gears appearing in the void, slowly turning, emitting a terrifying force!