Chen Jiao was very strong.

The God Realm certainly carries a lot of weight.

Unfortunately, he encountered Zhang Xiaoshan, and his first battle upon achieving the God Realm also became his last.

"No, this is impossible, how could I lose..."

Floating on the water, Chen Jiao looked at his broken legs and the blood-stained lake, his eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness.

He started cultivation at the age of ten; to enhance his cultivation, he sacrificed so much, finally achieving the God Realm he had dreamed of. One could say that for this day, he endured many hardships, but on this very day, when he was about to prove the might of the God Realm, he fell from grace, left with nothing.

"Chen Jiao, do you submit?"

Zhang Xiaoshan's figure flickered and appeared before Chen Jiao.

He hovered four or five meters above the water, looking down at Chen Jiao as if a deity watching an ant.

Just like when Chen Jiao previously showcased his God Realm power, looking down on others.

Unfortunately, the roles have reversed now.

Chen Jiao looked up at Zhang Xiaoshan, his expression extremely complicated.

He could hardly believe this cruel reality himself, but his broken legs and the scarlet blood, they all speak the truth beyond doubt.

"No, no, I am the God Realm, I am invincible in the world, I, I won't lose, I won't lose, this is a dream, it must be a dream."

Chen Jiao roared hysterically like a primal beast.

Yes, no matter who it is, they cannot accept this cruel reality.

"Chen Jiao, you thought achieving the God Realm made you invincible, but unfortunately, you were wrong, there is always a higher mountain, the pinnacle of martial arts is boundless."

"As a martial artist, even if you do not punish evil, you should not do wicked deeds relentlessly."

"If it were just a simple martial arts rivalry, I might have spared your life, but you destroyed my assets, captured my relatives, hurt my woman, your evil deeds are innumerable."

"If I let you live, where is the justice in this world? Today, I will cut you down to correct this."

Zhang Xiaoshan's words had just fallen.

Chen Jiao's body was suddenly lifted by a force.

At the same time, four phantom dragon shapes appeared around Zhang Xiaoshan.

Four Little Longs rolled around Zhang Xiaoshan.

Incredibly magical.

"What, what is that?"

"Are those four dragons?"

Everyone was bewildered.

Suddenly.

The four Little Longs opened their dragon mouths and sucked fiercely toward Chen Jiao.

"Ah."

At that moment, Chen Jiao felt a heart-wrenching pain.

It seemed like something was forcibly being stripped from his body.

Right, it was his True Yuan.

"My, my True Yuan, what, what are you doing to me?"

"Bastard, what did you do to me?"

Suddenly, Chen Jiao felt his God Realm cultivation becoming unstable, seemingly falling from his level, causing him to panic to the extreme.

Zhang Xiaoshan said nothing.

The dragon mouths of the four Little Longs formed small vortices, absorbing faster.

Upon breaking through to the God Realm and comprehending how to use Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, the Nine Dragon Devouring Sky Art also advanced to the Fourth Layer.

The absorption speed naturally became faster.

Within just five or six breaths.

Chen Jiao turned into an old man with gray hair, his face exhausted.

"On the contrary, Zhang Xiaoshan looked radiant, and his aura seemed even stronger."

"No, no, no, this is impossible, this cannot be."

"You, you're devouring my cultivation, you..."

God Realm.

Demigod.

Qi Transformation Peak.

Qi Condensation.

In just three or four minutes, Chen Jiao became a useless person without any True Yuan in his body.

"You, you, you devil, you, you will die a horrible death, you will die a horrible death."

Realizing what had happened, Chen Jiao broke down, crying like a child, cursing like a scorned woman.

From a lofty, much-admired Divine Realm Expert to a useless old man close to death, this kind of mental torment was more painful than death by a thousand cuts.

"A cultivation technique that devours others' True Yuan?"

"This, I've never heard of this before."

"Who on earth is Miracle Doctor Zhang?"

The onlookers were dumbfounded, especially those martial artists on the Wind and Rain Bridge, who feared Zhang Xiaoshan might devour them too if he were displeased.

Shen Xinhe's beautiful eyes gazed at Zhang Xiaoshan, her gaze was incredibly shocked.

Yes, she always felt she and Zhang Xiaoshan belonged to different worlds. She never underestimated Zhang Xiaoshan, but she never imagined Zhang Xiaoshan could be so powerful, that she would have to stand on tiptoe to look up at him when they met again.

"Bastard, you will die a horrible death."

Chen Jiao's gaze was filled with resentment.

"Boom."

Zhang Xiaoshan casually waved his hand.

"Boom."

Chen Jiao's body flew out directly, smashing against a pillar of a pavilion on the Wind and Rain Bridge.

The entire pavilion collapsed, burying most of Chen Jiao's body.

"My, my dantian is destroyed too..."

Chen Jiao's mentality collapsed, his cultivation stolen, a chance of cultivating again was possible, but with a ruined dantian, there was no way he could rise again in this life.

He lay amidst the ruins, bloodied and helpless, like a stray dog.

At this moment, the martial artists on the Wind and Rain Bridge watching were only a few meters from Chen Jiao, but they couldn't recognize the aged old man before them.

"This, this, this..."

The crowd looked at one another in dismay, speechless.

Zhang Xiaoshan's figure flickered and moved to the side.