Feng Feiyun stood on top of the ruined buddhist temple. He walked on a one hundred zhang high golden dome that was made from copper tiles. His black hair freely draped downward while his white robe was stained with drops of blood, giving off a chilling presence.

He stood straight in an awe-inspiring manner while the mysterious and ancient Dragon Horse River Diagram floated on top of his head.

The head of the Evil Fire Body was destroyed by the Invincible Buddhist Staff, but it didn’t harm the actual body of the Huo Tuotuo. Another giant head immediately converged together and grew out from the neck.

After being suppressed in the Godly Capital’s prison for many hundred years, could it be that the cultivation world has become so powerful that even a junior would have such frightening battle prowess?

Huo Tuotuo was an evil demon since the old times. He threw three moves against this junior, but he couldn’t suppress the opponent, and instead, his Evil Fire Body was almost shattered by him. It made him wondered if his cultivation had fallen from before.

“Kshhh Kshhh!”

In the far distance,...