The Immortal Spirit Realm once experienced a dark and turbulent era.
During that time, the Nether race held sway, enslaving all beings, especially treating the human race with extreme harshness and brutality. They were even kept like livestock, to be slaughtered at will.
Later, a human appeared and brought an end to it all.
That person was the Great Immortal Kongxu.
Great Immortal Kongxu emerged, starting his rise by trading in human lives and establishing the Void Sword Sect.
He ignited a fervent rebellion against the Nether race, fighting alone with a single sword, causing rivers of blood to flow from the enemy. He then led numerous powerful cultivators to sweep across the Immortal Spirit Realm, striking terror into the hearts of the Nether race, forcing them into hiding and fear of ever showing their faces again.
For over ten thousand years, there had been almost no news of the Nether race. Who would have thought that remnants of the Nether race would reappear today?
All beings on the scene gazed at Di Tianzheng in terror, their scalps tingling and their hearts pounding with fear.
Some cultivators who had lived through that dark age turned pale, breaking out in cold sweats, their minds involuntarily recalling the terrifying era dominated and enslaved by the Nether race.
"The aura emanating from Di Tianzheng gives me a familiar feeling, as if he were one of the terrifying beings among the Seven Great Generals of the Nether race."
"Impossible, weren't the Seven Great Generals of the Nether race slain by Great Immortal Kongxu in the Fourth Heavenly Palace? How could they still be alive?"
"The Nether race has always been mysterious, and they have allied with darkness, mastering many inconceivable evil techniques. Even Great Immortal Kongxu, wielding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, could not completely eradicate them back then, which shows how formidable the Nether race is."
"With the Nether race resurfacing, the Immortal Spirit Realm is bound to witness another bloodbath. One wonders how much strength they still possess. It seems our lives will become difficult from now on."
The elder cultivators spoke with deep concern, as if they could already see the darkness once again engulfing the Immortal Spirit Realm.
Only those who had personally experienced it could truly understand the bloody terror of the Nether race.
If not for Great Immortal Kongxu, the Immortal Spirit Realm would likely still be under the dominion of the Nether race today.
Di Tianzheng laughed wildly to the sky, his black energy surging like waves, spreading in all directions. Where it touched, the earth turned black, plants withered, and a dead silence prevailed.
"I am the Fifth General of the Nether race's Seven Great Generals. I once shook the entire Immortal Spirit Realm. It is your honor to die by my hand."
Di Tianzheng savored the fearful gazes surrounding him as he announced his identity.
He believed that by revealing his identity, the scoundrel before him would surely be terrified, regretting ever offending him.
Back then, merely calling his name was enough to make children stop crying and old men wet themselves with fear.
Indeed, upon learning Di Tianzheng's true identity, everyone's gaze became even more terrified. Some even trembled uncontrollably, screaming as they fled in panic, wishing they had three legs to run faster.
"Heh, you mushroom dare to act tough in front of me? Aren't you afraid I'll break all three of your legs?"
Ji Mo stared directly at Di Tianzheng, his gaze fixed on his crotch, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.
He had never heard of the Nether race, so he naturally felt no fear.
Moreover, what capability could someone he had knocked down several times possibly possess?
Mushroom?
These three words deeply stung Di Tianzheng. His face instantly turned ashen, his fangs grinding together with a sickening crunch.
Di Tianzheng's expression was incredibly grim, his entire body trembling with rage. Countless chilling dark lights erupted from his pores, and a terrifying coldness spread, enveloping all directions.
*Crack...*
The surrounding rocks were instantly frozen into fragments, and the withered flowers and plants turned to dust in an instant.
Some cultivators nearby who couldn't evade in time were directly frozen into ice sculptures, then shattered into a pool of pulp.
"Perhaps, let me do it."
Ying Menglong, holding the Purple Jade Ginseng, prepared to fight in Ji Mo's stead.
With her Yinglong bloodline, she had some confidence in being able to contend with Di Tianzheng and did not want Ji Mo to get involved.
"Rough work like beating people up is best left to men. You just stay behind me."
Ji Mo stretched his wrists.
His physical evolution had just improved by a notch, and it was the perfect opportunity to use a free punching bag for practice.
"Hmph, you man of words, you're just saying that. You were so cold and heartless just now, but you still care about my mother and me."
Ying Menglong gazed at Ji Hanhan's figure, a warm current surging in her heart.
She felt that this scumbag wasn't entirely beyond redemption and might even forgive him this once.
To assert her claim, she deliberately raised the ninety-thousand-year-old Purple Jade Ginseng in her hand towards Long Lingli, taking a small, ostentatious bite, hinting that the mistress should retreat.
Long Lingli, being a proud individual, retaliated without showing weakness: "It's just a mere ginseng, what's there to be proud of? Just now, he gave me a mouthful of Primordial Yin-Yang Liquid, a really big mouthful."
Instantly.
Ying Menglong felt that the Purple Jade Ginseng in her hand no longer tasted as good.
That scumbag, that bastard, showing favoritism, she absolutely could not forgive him.
"Needle Man, you know nothing of our Nether race's power. Soon, you will understand what it means to be utterly vulnerable."
Di Tianzheng said coldly, lunging towards Ji Mo.
His eyes glowed, scarlet like snow, forming two astonishing sword beams that slashed in a cross.
Simultaneously, he formed hand seals, manifesting Nether race divine abilities, accompanied by rumbling thunder and dancing lightning snakes that filled the void.
Innumerable bolts of lightning gathered, forming a lightning domain that enveloped Ji Mo.
This was the Nether race's supreme killing technique. Once unleashed, it was capable of slaying gods and buddhas alike.
"Quick, run! Such terrifying attacks are beyond the resistance of even the strongest Immortal Emperors. If they spread, we will all be buried with him."
"What a pity for Needle Man, such a monstrous genius, to die young just as he was emerging."
The surrounding cultivators scrambled, fleeing the battlefield from afar.
In their hearts, they lamented for Ji Mo. Such an outstanding human genius, perishing just as he was rising to prominence. Heaven truly envied talent.
"All flash and no substance, looks good but is useless."
Ji Mo stood bathed in the sea of lightning, impervious to all attacks.
With a casual swipe, he shattered the terrifying sword beams that assaulted him, his power utterly supreme.
To everyone's astonished gaze, Ji Hanhan calmly walked through the lightning and delivered a swift slap to Di Tianzheng's face.
"Ah..."
Di Tianzheng screamed and was sent flying, his jaw dislocated.
"You can only be immune to lightning. Watch how I cut you down."
Di Tianzheng roared, pushing his cultivation to the extreme. His entire body ignited with fierce Nether fire, making him appear like a demon god from hell as he engaged in close combat.
His muscles bulged high, his body radiating an immortal aura. The punches he threw produced sonic booms, and the gusting winds from his fists were like surging waves, terrifying to the extreme.
Since his techniques were ineffective, he would resort to brute force, tearing Ji Mo apart with his bare hands.
"You know nothing of true power."
Ji Mo said softly, meeting the attack head-on.
The great dao is simple. His move was a straightforward punch.
*Gasp!*
The sound of the heavens and earth collapsing echoed, shaking the very soul.
With a single punch, he crushed everything, shattering all resistance.
The terrifying power caused the void itself to explode.
"No, impossible..."
Di Tianzheng was filled with dread, having never encountered such fearsome power.
Even the peerless sword light unleashed by Great Immortal Kongxu back then seemed less terrifying than this seemingly effortless punch.
He was utterly unable to resist. His body instantly exploded, turning into a mist of blood, his spirit and form utterly annihilated.