Meanwhile, in another part of the Ancient Demon Hall.
This is a vast area of the ruins of an ancient palace complex, half of which has collapsed.
Amidst the remnant walls and ruins, demonic energy loomed, with low, terrifying roars of demons occasionally emanating from the depths.
"Boom! Boom!"
Two beams of Pure Yang Sword Qi, as brilliant as the scorching sun, whipped like the scourge of the heavens, fiercely striking two Fourth Rank Lower Grade ancient demons that had just crawled out of the underground fissures.
The ancient demons' bodies were incredibly resilient, comparable to Magical Treasures, yet under the Sword Qi, they let out painful howls, their demonic bodies being torn open with massive wounds, as the demonic energy dissipated.
Xu Ping, in a spotless cloud-patterned white robe, stood expressionlessly in mid-air.
He held his fingers like a sword, with a stern expression and eyes sharp as a hawk, sweeping over the ruins.
