When Xu Wendong’s blood-stained body slowly emerged from the dust, like a Demon God reborn from the flames, the surroundings exploded into chaos.

The crowd gasped in shock, their eyes wide as copper bells, filled with alarm and disbelief.

In their understanding, after being struck by the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron," which should have annihilated everything, Xu Wendong ought to have been reduced to ashes.

But the tenacious figure before them shattered their assumptions.

The triumphant smile of victory on Li Changqing’s and the six elders’ faces froze instantly, quickly replaced by deep shock and intense apprehension.

Their gazes locked onto Xu Wendong, as if scrutinizing a vengeful spirit from Hell.

Xu Wendong’s clothes were tattered, the strips of cloth flapping in the wind, narrating the fierce battle that had just transpired.

His hair was disheveled like dry grass, his mouth stained with fresh blood—a testament to the powerful impact of the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron."

However, his eyes were like the sharpest cold stars in the night sky, showing an unyielding determination in his hawk-like gaze.

Each step he took was slow and heavy, as if dragging a thousand-pound burden, yet his steady pace exuded an unstoppable aura.

Each step made the ground tremble slightly, seemingly announcing his strength and invincibility to the world.

"Li Changqing!" Xu Wendong spoke, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping, yet carrying an undeniable authority, like a heavy hammer striking everyone’s heart.

"What is the origin of the treasure in your hand?" His gaze fixated on Li Changqing, eyes burning with fervent light.

Li Changqing looked at this seemingly immortal opponent, his heart filled with conflicting emotions.

He knew well how troublesome Xu Wendong was; this battle had far exceeded his expectations from the start.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his chaotic aura, then smiled a meaningful smile: "I found it in an ancient relic."

"According to the ancient texts in the relics, it is called ’Prison Suppressing Cauldron,’ a Magical Treasure used by ancient Great Powers to suppress evil, possessing world-destroying power."

His gaze fell on the Copper Tripod, silently floating beside him, his eyes flashed with a complex look of awe and a trace of luck.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong’s eyes flickered with thought, and images of those mysterious ancient relics surfaced in his mind.

Ancient Relics have always been taboo places in the Cultivation World, hiding countless opportunities and deadly dangers.

Li Changqing managed to bring out such a powerful Magical Treasure, his fortune truly defied the heavens.

Yet he knew well that no matter how strong the Magical Treasure, the key lay in the wielder’s control.

When his gaze fell once again on the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron," his eyes suddenly changed, from the sharp cold stars, a heated greed emerged, like a starving wolf seeing its prey.

He had just personally experienced the Cauldron’s immense power, if he could claim it for himself, his strength would climb to greater heights, and the road to vengeance would be smoother.

"Such a powerful Magical Treasure, in your hands, is nothing but a waste." Xu Wendong snorted, his voice filled with disdain: "Now that it has appeared before me, it is destined for me, and I must have it!"

Li Changqing’s face turned deathly pale.

He never expected that after such severe injuries, Xu Wendong would remain determined and now set his sights on the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron."

"Such treasures are obtained by those with ability, if you desire this Magical Treasure, you must see if you have the strength!" Li Changqing’s eyes carried a hint of disdain.

Despite his words, a sense of unease rose in his heart.

He had just unleashed the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron," his True Qi vastly depleted, and now his Spiritual Power was like a dried stream, unable to launch such a powerful attack again, let alone protect this treasure.

And Xu Wendong was clearly not going to give him a chance to breathe.

The six elders saw this, their expressions serious, immediately gathering around Li Changqing.

Their faces were grave; the recent battle had shown them Xu Wendong’s terrifying strength. Now knowing he coveted the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron," their vigilance reached its peak.

At this moment.

Their eyes no longer held contempt, replaced by a resolute determination to die; each secretly circulated their True Qi, ready to fight to the death to protect this Ancient Magical Treasure.

Amid this tension.

Xu Wendong let out a shout, his aura surged, and he charged at the six elders with bare hands.

His figure, like a black lightning bolt, carried a fierce gust, sending the dust flying in all directions, as though a fearless Fierce Beast launching a fatal assault on its prey.

Seeing this scene.

Everyone widened their eyes, their gazes revealing undisguised shock and astonishment.

They had assumed Xu Wendong would wield a powerful Magical Treasure for the battle.

Yet who would have thought he would charge barehanded at the Cultivator Association’s super-strong members?

In that instant.

Everyone felt Xu Wendong’s brain might be dysfunctional, or he wouldn’t carry out such a ludicrous act!

The six elders saw Xu Wendong coming straight at them, a flicker of surprise in their eyes. To them, this young man’s actions seemed nothing short of seeking his own doom.

But even so, they did not let their guard down.

After all, this guy’s strength was too formidable; even if his actions seemed suicidal, they had to give their all!

They exchanged a look, their minds in unison, instantly drawing their Longswords.

Six Longswords blazed with light, runes shimmering on the blades with a buzzing sound, exuding a chilling aura.

They stepped with a strange footwork, the Longswords carving trails of cold light in the air, forming an impenetrable sword net, enveloping Xu Wendong.

In an instant, the air was suffused with a dangerous aura.

Xu Wendong was unfazed, his figure agile, weaving effortlessly through the gaps in the sword net as if it were merely a phantasmal Shadow.

His hands seemed to wield infinite power, each strike generating a strong gust, clashing with the Longswords with a "clang clang" sound, sparks flying wildly.

In the crowd.

A robust man, initially loudly mocking Xu Wendong’s overestimation of himself, now stood rigid as if hit by an immobilization spell, the sarcasm frozen on his face, replaced by deep fear.

His lips trembled uncontrollably: "What... what kind of monster is this? How can his Physical Body be so formidable?"

"Indeed, those six strongmen wield Superior Grade Spiritual Weapons, extremely sharp, cutting through iron like mud, yet... Xu Wendong resisted them with bare hands!"

Someone whispered: "His Physical Body is so terrifying, it’s unheard of! Could he be the reincarnation of an Ancient Demon God?"