A mountain city surrounded by dark clouds, with broken limbs, internal organs, hands and feet, skulls everywhere...

  The bluestone road was stained with crimson blood, the towering ancient trees were hanging with broken limbs and arms, and countless skulls piled up into a small mountain.

  In this gloomy and bloody world of Asura, there is a figure that remains untainted.

  His expression was calm and unruffled, as if nothing could enter his eyes, his clear and cold attitude made those monsters with aching teeth also dare not to move forward.

  "Ghost, where are you?"

  The crows and sparrows around are silent, a piece of stillness, no one responds.

  Dust Yan let out a cold laugh, and a sharp white light radiated from him, sweeping horizontally in all directions.

  Those timid monsters were instantly cut off their bodies, either from the center of their eyebrows being cut in half, or from their waist being chopped horizontally to the ground, or with broken hands and feet, only leaving their bodies constantly writhing on the ground...

  Blood splattered, the rolling river of blood rushed across the stairs, the entire land was like a red-hot iron plate, flashing with terrifying blood halos.

  That young man in white clothes walked up the mountain with a calm and collected expression, doing something extremely cruel and ruthless, yet still maintaining an otherworldly demeanor.

  One batch of monsters comes, one batch of monsters dies.

  From daylight slaughter to dark night, from human slaughter to hell.

  Blood splattered everywhere, a stench filled the air.

  In a dark palace, a person shrouded in a black robe stared intently at the crystal ball in front of him.

  The crystal ball is playing out the scene of Dusty wreaking havoc and killing people outside.

  Suddenly, many cracks appeared on the crystal ball, slowly expanding in all directions, and finally a loud explosion sounded, and the crystal ball was completely shattered.

  The ghost's eyes narrowed tighter and tighter, his facial features twisted together in anger.

  "Dust, blaze!"

  The palace gate suddenly collapsed, and in the midst of the rising smoke and dust, a white figure emerged.

  The ghost turned around hastily, with a sinister gaze, "Not killing you thoroughly earlier was truly my benevolence!"

  "Dust Yan coldly smiled and said, 'It's you, can't kill me.'"

  The ghostly eyes without whites stared fiercely at the white-clothed youth in front.

  At that time, he targeted the powerful demon power in Chen Yan's father, Chen Dao, so he led his subordinates to raid the Silver Wolf clan and capture Chen Dao alive.

  But unexpectedly, Dust Knife would rather choose to explode and die than give his demonic power to him.

  So he turned his attention to Chen Ye, who was the successor of the Dust Knife bloodline. He sent Feng Gui to capture Chen Ye alive, but unexpectedly, not only did he fail to do so, but that young man even managed to pull out the Qingfeng Sword, which had been guarded by the Silver Wolf clan for generations.

  He personally took action and could only seal half of his demon power, and also lost the lower half of his body!

  The ghost was thoroughly enraged.

  Conceited young whippersnapper!

  Now I don't have Qingfeng Sword in hand, how dare you still be so arrogant!

  He made his hands into claws and controlled the surrounding ghost fire that was swirling around him with them. "Come out, my child!"

  With his nearly mad laughter.

  In an instant, a strong gust of wind blew.

  The earth was violently shaking, with a low, muffled howl that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, echoing up from deep beneath the ground.

  The palace could no longer withstand such violent tremors and came crashing down, revealing a massive crater in the ground.

  A gigantic hand covered in flame cracks stretched out from within——

  With a loud roar, something wrapped in huge flames suddenly jumped out from inside.

  The moment the giant landed, the entire earth seemed to be shaking, and the ominous energy filled the air.

  He was unmoved, his dense black sword-like eyebrows and deep, dark eyes seemed like a cold pool, exuding a chilly aura. His white clothes were spotless, and the elegant, carefree way he wore them inadvertently revealed his own clear, cold, and isolated temperament, every aspect of which proclaimed an otherworldly nobility.

  Just as the giant's massive hand was about to sweep across him, he leapt up, using his hands as blades and the wind as a sword, gathering into a powerful and majestic sword energy. The sword energy was like a curved moon halberd, wrapping around the giant's arm from his wrist to his shoulder.

  Then came a loud "bang" ——

  A bloody fog pervades.

  Wherever the sword energy passed, only a forest of white bones remained.

  The giant let out a mournful howl, gazing at the sword energy that was still spreading towards his heart, and hastily used his other hand to pull out this arm from the root.

  As this arm was severed, the sword energy dissipated as well.