Crushing a Mid-Stage Spirit Transformation Expert

In the southeastern region of the Desolate Land.

After passing through the Three Thousand Mountains, Jiang Xuan didn't pause for a second. He shot straight toward the central area—toward the location of the True Dragon Egg.

A divine glow streaked through the sky, tearing through ten thousand feet of cloud.

He startled many geniuses along the way, each of them puzzled.

"Why isn't Jiang Xuan hunting any beasts? Could it be he knows he's too weak and has already given up?"

But before their doubts could settle, more than a dozen Spirit Transformation cultivators sped through the air in the same direction, seemingly in pursuit of Jiang Xuan.

This scene left everyone even more confused.

If Jiang Xuan had truly given up, why were so many powerhouses chasing after him?

"Wait... could there be some treasure involved?"

The crowd's minds began to churn. Some of the quicker-witted geniuses immediately followed the direction Jiang Xuan had taken, trying to uncover the truth.

Moments later—

Three cultivators caught up to Jiang Xuan and unleashed their killing techniques without hesitation.

Boom!

Blood rivers surged. Lightning danced like silver serpents.

The space itself trembled violently under the terrifying aura.

But Jiang Xuan's Indestructible Thunder Body instinctively activated. Ancient thunder patterns flowed around him, forming a protective shield that blocked all incoming attacks.

Jiang Xuan halted midair, glancing coldly at the three attackers, a faint trace of killing intent flickering in his eyes.

"Which branch are you from?"

"You dare to ambush me without cause—tired of living, are you?"

The three looked at each other and smirked, mockery in their eyes.

"To think you could block our techniques. Not bad—for a Nascent Soul brat," said the leader, Jiang Guang, dressed in a black robe, his gaze filled with disdain.

"But someone like you hogging the title of Young Lord, enjoying the clan's top resources? That's the real disgrace!"

Jiang Xuan's expression darkened.

"You got a problem with that?"

"You're damn right I do!" Jiang Guang sneered. "You sitting on the Young Lord's seat is a stain on the Jiang Clan!"

His talent, his combat prowess—they all far surpassed Jiang Xuan's. Yet he got a fraction of the resources. How could he not resent him? How could he not burn with jealousy?

Jiang Xuan chuckled coldly, his eyes growing colder, more murderous by the second.

Due to the curse that had recently afflicted him, Jiang Xuan had been in a foul mood, his emotions boiling beneath the surface.

Now… he felt like killing someone.

The two other attackers frowned slightly and urged, "Jiang Xuan's only at the Nascent Soul stage. Let's finish this quickly and report back to Young Master Qian Kun. No need to delay."

"It won't take long," Jiang Guang said, grinning wickedly.

A massive blood-colored saber formed in his hands, and an overwhelming killing intent exploded around him.

Boom!

Jiang Guang turned into a streak of blood light, slicing toward Jiang Xuan like a flash of doom.

"Die!" he roared, slashing downward with his saber.

A blood-red saber light, a hundred feet long, tore through the air, shaking the very laws of reality.

"A blood fiend saber art?!"

"Wait… Jiang Guang! It's Jiang Guang!"

Some geniuses trailing behind gasped.

"No way… that Jiang Guang?"

"The one who awakened the Blade Body? Three years to Foundation, five to Nascent Soul, ten to Spirit Transformation?"

"I heard he killed a late-stage demon cultivator from the Demon Heaven Sect and got hunted for years."

"His branch thought he was dead! They even slaughtered three thousand disciples from the Demon Heaven Sect in revenge!"

"Now he's back—and even stronger than before!"

Excitement and dread surged in the hearts of the observers.

But…

Crack!

The blood saber shattered like glass.

"What?!"

Jiang Guang howled in disbelief.

Three years ago, this saber had slain a late-stage Spirit Transformation expert! And now, it had been destroyed by a Nascent Soul ant?

Before he could recover, Jiang Xuan was already upon him.

Thunder crackled across Jiang Xuan's body like a storm god reborn. His strikes came fast, brutal, and unrelenting.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each punch was like a divine hammer, smashing down with overwhelming might.

Jiang Guang tried to block—but it was too late.

The sheer weight of Jiang Xuan's blows shattered his defenses like brittle paper. Jiang Xuan was like a walking mountain, a divine beast descending from heaven.

And Jiang Guang… was nothing but an ant.

Crunch!

Blood exploded as Jiang Guang's skull cracked open like a melon. A scream rang out—then abruptly stopped.

The mountains fell silent.

The watching geniuses gasped, their hearts pounding with shock and fear.

One of the top ten prodigies of the Jiang Clan…

Defeated.

Slaughtered.

Like an insect!

Gulp…

The green-robed genius who had been eyeing the Young Lord's position quietly stepped back, trembling.

He had wanted to challenge Jiang Xuan for the title?

How foolish could he have been?

Only now did he understand—Jiang Xuan wasn't weak.

He was terrifying.

Crack.

Jiang Xuan casually snapped Jiang Guang's neck, flinging the corpse aside.

Blood splattered.

Jiang Xuan raised his head, eyes locking onto the other two assassins.

"Speak," he said coldly.

"Who sent you?"