Su Zimo was as fast as lightning as the wind howled in his ears. His black hair danced and killing intent surged in his eyes!

Suddenly, he pulled out a jar of strong wine from his storage bag.

As a scholar, he was not one who enjoyed drinking.

His older brother, Su Hong, was a soldier who fought on the battlefield and loved strong wine the most. Therefore, he always kept a few jars of wine in his storage bag.

At that moment, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to drink a jar of wine!

Slapping open the mud seal, the fragrance of wine filled the air. Su Zimo picked up the wine jar and gulped it down.

Some wine spilled from the corner of his mouth onto his chest but he did not notice it.

The fiery wine slid down his throat and into his stomach, turning into a scorching aura that surged through his body!

“Hahahaha!”

Su Zimo raised his head and laughed, throwing down the wine jar casually. Drunk, he shouted, “Good, good!”

Titular disciples? Di Yin? Let the battle begin!

Su Zimo was filled with pride and his eyes lit up as he strode forward. Although the cold wind blew against his face, the blood in his body burned hotter!

Before long, it was pitch black ahead.

There were countless cultivators gathered there.

Su Zimo flew through the air and looked down from above. He could see that in the middle of the crowd was a huge empty space that was sufficiently spacious.

On the empty ground, there was a stone statue of a female cultivator. She had a slim figure, sharp shoulders and a slender waist. Her brows were raised and she had a fairy-like appearance.

Although it was only a stone statue, it was extremely lifelike with ripples beneath its feet, as though it was treading on the waves. It was graceful and elegant like a swimming dragon. It could be said to be peerless in terms of elegance!

That stone statue was clearly an inheritance left behind by a Mighty Figure of an immortal sect!

Beneath the stone statue stood a cultivator in a dark golden Daoist robe. With one hand behind his back, he looked elegant and handsome with eyes that resembled stars as he gazed at the fairy stone statue with an infatuated expression.

“I really don’t know what sort of a figure she was. To think that a mere legacy stone statue of hers would possess such grace!”

The cultivator murmured softly, “It’s truly a great regret to not be able to live in the same lifetime as such a fine woman!”

Su Zimo’s gaze landed on the man’s sleeves.

It was the symbol of Heavenly Dipper Sect!

Dao Being Heavenly Dipper!

Su Zimo’s gaze shifted. Opposite the person was a gigantic, smooth green stone.

A monk in plain robes was sitting on it with his eyes half-closed and his brows lowered. He held a wooden fish in his left hand and a wooden mallet in his right as he knocked repeatedly.

Monk Formless!

There were two people standing between the two titular disciples.

At the front was a girl in pink who was bound by a rope as thick as a finger. Her beautiful figure was perfectly outlined and she exuded a charming aura.

The girl was beautiful and flawless.

However, at that moment, the girl’s eyes were watery and she looked like she was about to cry. The tears on her face had yet to dry and it made one feel pity for her.

Demoness Ji!

Su Zimo recognized her right away.

Behind Demoness Ji stood another cultivator. He was tall and had a Dao crown on his head. Lightning crackled around his body and he had a dignified expression.

Dao Being Zephyr Thunder!

All three of them were present!

“Hurry, look! Su Zimo is here!”

“That man truly doesn’t want his life anymore. To think that he would dare to come for the challenge. Could he have something going on with that Pure Maiden of the fiend sects?”

“That’s hard to say. Who knows, the number one monster incarnate in history might even be a servant of the Pure Maiden of the fiend sects, haha!”

Many cultivators in the crowd giggled softly.

“Zimo, leave quickly! Don’t bother about me!”

Demoness Ji shouted with an anxious expression.

Dao Being Zephyr Thunder appeared from behind Demoness Ji and said indifferently, “Since he’s already here, he can’t leave.”

Dao Being Heavenly Dipper, who was initially looking up at the fairy stone statue, turned around slightly and looked at Su Zimo who was in midair. His eyes shone with a bedazzling starlight!

“Greetings, number one Perfected Lord.”

Dao Being Heavenly Dipper smiled faintly.

In the Dao Inheritance Ground, demons could not use their methods.

However, Su Zimo had been cultivating The Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness for a long time and his eyesight was strong – that was something that could not be changed!

The starlight in Dao Being Heavenly Dipper’s eyes did not affect him at all!

Even so, Su Zimo’s heart skipped a beat as he felt immense pressure.

He was almost certain that Dao Being Heavenly Dipper knew visual techniques!

This was a simple test.

If he could not even withstand such a test, Dao Being Heavenly Dipper would have attacked long ago and killed him here!

On the gigantic green stone, Monk Formless raised his head slowly and looked towards Su Zimo.

“Patron Su, I’ve heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you.”

Monk Formless’s voice was calm and gentle – there was no hint of contention or killing intent.

However, every single word contained a unique rhythm that made one uneasy and their blood qi chaotic – it was extremely terrifying!

Although Su Zimo could not circulate his blood qi, Monk Formless’s method of testing had almost no effect on him at all!

He descended slowly on the empty ground expressionlessly.

“What an eye-opener.”

Su Zimo sneered coldly, “So, the methods of titular disciples of the immortal and Buddhist sects are that despicable!”

He was not the only one who thought that way – most of the cultivators present had the same thought.

Each of the three titular disciples was a renowned existence in the cultivation world!

To think that they would resort to kidnapping the Pure Maiden of the fiend sects in order to kill a Nascent Soul Perfected Lord – no matter how one looked at it, they were rather underhanded.

Dao Being Zephyr Thunder and Dao Being Heavenly Dipper were speechless.

Monk Formless shook his head. “Patron Su, you’re wrong. Since ancient times, immortals and fiends have never coexisted. As someone from the orthodox sects, it’s only right for Patron Zephyr Thunder to slay demons and capture demonesses. How is that despicable?”

“Slay demons? You lured me here to slay a demon, right?” Su Zimo asked with a mocking expression.

Monk Formless replied, “Patron Su, you’re quite an understanding person. If you’re willing to lay down your butcher’s knife and convert to Buddhism, I can spare your life.”

“Master, you have a glib tongue. I wonder how strong your capabilities are.”

Su Zimo sneered and the killing intent in his eyes intensified!

“Patron Su, feel free to try.”

Monk Formless looked calm and aloof, but his words were sharp and unyielding!

Retrieving Heaven Splitter from his storage bag, Su Zimo looked at Dao Being Zephyr Thunder and said in a deep voice, “Release her and I’ll accede to the end!”

“Release her?”

Dao Being Zephyr Thunder shook his head and said indifferently, “You’re not qualified to negotiate with us right now!”

Dao Being Heavenly Dipper stood where he was and Monk Formless sat upright on the green stone without moving, watching everything calmly.

“Zimo, don’t bother about me. Leave quickly!” Demoness Ji begged with tears streaming down her face.

“How about this? I’ll give you a chance.”

A hint of mockery flashed through Dao Being Zephyr Thunder’s eyes as he said with a fake smile, “I’m standing right here. If you can rescue her from my hands, I’ll give that to you!”

“For real?”

Su Zimo focused his gaze.

“With so many cultivators present, I naturally won’t go back on my words,” Dao Being Zephyr Thunder said indifferently.

“Alright!”

Carrying Heaven Splitter, Su Zimo walked towards Dao Being Zephyr Thunder slowly – the battle was about to begin!

At that moment, the surrounding cultivators turned nervous.

Almost no one noticed that Dao Being Heavenly Dipper and Monk Formless did not seem nervous. Instead, there was a strange look in their eyes as though they were anticipating something.