Late that night.

The skies above Bloodthistle Yao Mountain were still red as blood.

Su Yi strode through the air, then chopped down with his hand. 

Splurt!

A hundred-foot-tall giant white ape’s head went flying through the air.

Blood poured down like a waterfall, while the beast’s massive corpse fell with a bang, scattering dust.

And Su Yi? He landed stably on the ground. The Dao Astral Force circulating around him gradually receded.

A Paktong Demon Ape.

This was a tier-nine spirit beast on part with a fifth-level Grandmaster. Its skin was like copper and its bones were like iron. It was enormously powerful, and It possessed innate control over wind, making it an absolute hegemon amongst spirit beasts.

Yet now, in just under three breaths of time, this domineering tier-nine spirit beast lost its head to a casual swing of Su Yi’s hand.

No, that wasn’t right.

Before those last crucial three breaths of time, Su Yi avoided using killing attacks. Instead, he maintained a fierce stalemate against the Paktong Demon Ape that lasted about ten minutes.

One man, and one ape. They clashed, fist against fist, both of them ferocious as could be. Neither of them backed down. It seemed they wanted to see who had done a better job tempering their...