The three Battle Generals joined forces to charge at Shi Feng.

The Eastern General transformed into an arrow.

The Western General swung his crescent blade!

The Northern General manifested a giant black lion. With a mighty roar, the space quaked, and the ground trembled.

Below, in Wuchuan Wasteland City, as the earth shook, people staggered about in confusion, creating chaos among the crowded masses.

"Don't push me!"

"Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

At this moment, many wished to fly into the night sky, but no one dared to do so. They weren't the fearless youth in the sky, daring enough to fly through Wuchuan Wasteland City at will, breaking the city's rules.

However, some stood firm on the ground like a mountain, unmoving. Looking at the night sky, they said deeply: "The three Battle Generals have attacked together! Although it's not as powerful as when the Four Great Battle Generals combine, the strength is still formidable!"

"Three out of the five Battle Generals joining forces—hasn't this been unseen for countless years?"

...

In the night sky, the space, under that lion's roar, rolled and boiled like ocean waves.

Facing the full-force assault from the three Battle Generals, Shi Feng coldly spoke again: "Very well!"

Following that, Shi Feng thrust his sword straight at the heavens, accompanied by a low shout: "Nine Thunders! World Annihilation!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The thunderstorms exploded again, and suddenly, eight colossal, fiendish dark bolts of Fierce Demonic Thunder appeared around Shi Feng, with the final bolt rising directly from his body!

Nine Thunders reappeared!

"Hah! Hah! Roar!"

The three Battle Generals charging at Shi Feng erupted into a chorus of roars.

Especially the Northern General Jinn Fu, whose manifested black lion opened its maw in anger, the Lion's Roar growing more intense. The ground below and the space in the night sky vibrated more fiercely, as if imminent disaster loomed.

The intense roar caused the raging dark demonic thunders to tremble violently, as if they might scatter under the roar.

But then again, the Northern General Jinn Fu did not cause the Dark Demon Thunder to disperse; two bolts, like two ferocious black dragons, charged viciously at him, and the fierce thunder ultimately devoured his body.

Next, the Eastern General Gong Zhe, transformed into an arrow swiftly traversing the night sky, was instantly engulfed by the Fierce Demonic Thunder.

Leaving only the Western General Du Yi, facing the two incoming bolts of dark demonic thunder, his form that had been swinging his crescent blade forward rapidly retreated, but not faster than the demon thunder. A bolt surged at him, and Du Yi raised his blade to meet it, shouting fiercely: "Hah!"

With that shout, Du Yi swung his blade fiercely forward, aiming at that dark demon thunder!

But shortly after, Du Yi and his crescent blade were unable to withstand the fierce thunder.

The three Battle Generals were ultimately devoured by the Dark Demon Thunder!

"This... this..."

"Have the three Battle Generals been defeated just like this? Defeated by such a young man?"

"The three Battle Generals are powerful figures in the Five-star Demigod Realm! This...this young man is truly too formidable!"

"How could this be! Are the Eastern, Southern, Western, and Northern generals of Wuchuan Wasteland City all going to be slain by the same young man tonight? This young man is going to defy the heavens! Tonight, he will make a name for himself through one battle!"

Exclamations of disbelief once again echoed in Wuchuan Wasteland City.

"He!" And the Purple-Clad Lady in the street, her face showed increasing astonishment.

Who would have imagined that a young man she once even somewhat looked down upon was actually such a powerful being!

"Is he really just a follower of the Flame Saint Son?" Gradually, she finally realized something was amiss.

Such a peerless, heaven-defying talent, perhaps not even the Heavenly Pride Sacred Sons of the Sacred Lands could compare?

A person like this...a genius like this...if that day, he'd fancied my beauty, wanted my body, and I hadn't called out for the Flame Saint Son, perhaps we already would have... that way!

Having witnessed the youth's strength in the night sky, a faint regret emerged in the Purple-Clad Lady's heart.

She had initially claimed the young man ogled her beauty, now it's become he fancied her beauty!

At this moment, even a scene of the youth taking her body flashed through her mind.

Then, the Purple-Clad Lady suddenly realized something, startled in her heart: "Could he be the true Heaven's Chosen One who went through the absolute black Heavenly Tribulation?"

She recalled that day, after that violent dark lightning tribulation, the first person she met was actually him!

She hadn't seen the Flame Saint Son at all at the time!

But...

Gradually, she felt like she might have missed something.

At this time, the people accompanying the Purple-Clad Lady turned their heads, looking at her with peculiar gazes, and one of them spoke: "Sister Ruo Yun, in my opinion, such a genius doesn't seem like a follower of the Flame Saint Son?"

The speaker was a young girl, slightly younger than the Purple-Clad Lady. She looked somewhat youthful but her looks and figure were no less than Zi Ruoyun's.

Then, the girl continued: "If a genius like that really coveted Sister Ruo Yun's beauty, I think you wouldn't refuse, right?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in the girl's words. The implication was that such a genius wouldn't be interested in Zi Ruoyun's beauty, and if he truly was, with your flirtatious nature, why would you refuse?

"Spreading your legs to welcome wouldn't be much different!" But these words, the girl did not voice out.

The others, at this moment, all bore faint smiles on their faces, which, in the eyes of the Purple-Clad Lady Zi Ruoyun, seemed as if they were all quietly mocking her like the girl.

"These people... vile! Vile, all of you! Just wait and see! Tonight's events, I, Zi Ruoyun, will remember them silently! Someday, I will make you all regret your ridicule tonight! Especially you, little bitch Xitong!" Clenching her fists tightly, the Purple-Clad Lady declared inwardly, with a slight tremble in her form.

The Xitong she referred to was naturally the girl who had spoken earlier, with her subtle mocking.

"That night in the wasteland woods, according to that expert, the Heaven's Chosen One destined for me was either this young man or the Flame Saint Son. No matter who I end up with, you all will only be able to look up to me, high above! By then, I want them all to kneel at my feet! Repenting for tonight's actions!"

At this moment, in the mind of the Purple-Clad Lady Zi Ruoyun, scenes unfolded with her becoming the Holy Mother of the Sacred Land, returning to the Wuchuan Wasteland Domain, and these people worshiping her with fearful reverence.