C3 The Supernatural Power Stage Is so Fierce?

The coffin revealed no hidden treasures, merely a 'corpse' seated in a cross-legged position.

After eight hundred years, one would expect to find nothing but a skeleton within the coffin.

Yet this 'corpse' was not only fleshed out but also radiated an aura of vitality and robustness!

This eerie sight genuinely made the five onlookers hesitant to proceed.

"Is this a corpse... or a living person?"

"It has to be a corpse! But... something definitely seems off."

"Don't overthink it. He's surely dead. But I've heard that Demon Venerable Shen Jun passed away after his lifespan was depleted, and this doesn't seem to fit the bill..."

Ultimately, it was the seasoned Old Zhang who offered a persuasive theory. "Surely someone has hidden the ultimate treasure within the body of the Demon Venerable, using the spiritual energy of this realm to preserve his body from decay for eight hundred years."

"And as for his youthful appearance... the methods of a Demon Venerable are beyond our comprehension, aren't they?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Indeed, this seemed to be the only plausible explanation.

The middle-aged man in fine clothing promptly drew a dagger, his grin sinister, "Old Zhang, leave this dirty work to us. I'm quite eager to discover what sort of treasure can prevent a body from decomposing for eight hundred years."

With that, the middle-aged man moved to excavate the corpse for its treasures.

However, just as the dagger was poised to strike, a mocking voice echoed through the hall.

"Daring to steal from the master's house, are we? Quite the death wish."

The voice was cool and detached, yet it sent shivers down everyone's spine!

For the voice had emanated from within the coffin!

In a flash, all five individuals leaped backward, creating distance between themselves and the coffin.

Had the Demon Lord risen from the dead?!

Such a notion was preposterous; the world held no such absurdities.

Was it an illusion? A puppet? Or perhaps a lingering spirit?

A myriad of possibilities raced through their minds as their Spiritual Force surged, ready for whatever might come next.

But Shen Jun, emerging from the coffin, allowed no time for contemplation. He stood up, surveyed his surroundings, and with that same mocking yet indifferent tone, remarked, "It's quite the miracle that you've managed to come this far with your level of strength."

Two Half Saints and three at the Meditation Stage.

Among my disciples, there's no shortage of Mechanics and Array Masters. How could such a feeble assembly manage to breach the multilayered defenses and make it all the way to me?

These little scoundrels couldn't even properly construct their master's tomb. Next time I see them, I'll make sure their behinds are thoroughly whipped!

Shen Jun was oblivious to the fact that it wasn't his disciples' fault at all. Clearly, he had triggered the heaven-defying Fate Altering Program, which had siphoned off all the Spiritual Force within a hundred-mile radius. No matter how ingeniously designed the mechanisms and formations were, without Spiritual Force to power them, they were rendered useless—mere ornaments.

Otherwise, even if a hundred Zhangs toiled in this mausoleum for a century, they wouldn't advance a single step into the inner city!

"Who are you, and why are you in the Demon Sovereign's coffin?" demanded the middle-aged man clad in luxurious attire, gripping a nine-ringed broadsword, his gaze fierce and unyielding.

"Who am I?" Shen Jun scoffed. "You've already mentioned it—this is the Demon Sovereign's coffin. So, who do you think I am?"

"Kid, don't overdo your act!" another man from the group called out from a distance. "It's common knowledge that the Demon Sovereign passed away eight hundred years ago!"

"Spit it out—who are you really? Why are you here? How did you get in? And where is that supreme treasure that accumulates Spiritual Force?!"

"Why bother talking to him?" Old Zhang's expression darkened. "Take a closer look; this boy is merely a minion at the Supernatural Power Stage. We can hunt for the supreme treasure after we've dealt with him!"

The five exchanged glances, silent, but the intent to kill was evident in their eyes.

Despite the unnerving surprise of Shen Jun's sudden emergence, who would dare desecrate Shen's Tomb if not a hardened criminal?

Regardless of what kind of monster or ghost he might be, they'd kill him first and ask questions later!

Shen Jun watched the shifting expressions of the five men, keenly aware of their murderous thoughts.

Yet, in this moment, he felt not an ounce of fear. On the contrary, Shen Jun was positively thrilled!

Eight hundred years ago, he was utterly inept at cultivation. His meridians were completely blocked, preventing even the slightest bit of spiritual energy from entering his body.

Despite the assistance of a system and an abundance of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, he only managed to reach the peak of the Diamond Realm. Even as his lifespan dwindled, he made no further progress.

But now, after being immersed in an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy, not only did he achieve a breakthrough, but his entire meridian system underwent a significant overhaul!

No longer would he have to look on enviously at the innate talents of those young upstarts. Hahahaha.

Shen Jun's mood couldn't be better, having realized his eight-hundred-year-old dream.

"Kid, if you're looking for someone to blame, blame your own bad luck for not running away sooner!" sneered the middle-aged man dressed in fine brocade. He lunged forward, covering more than ten meters in a single stride. As his words ended, his deadly blade was already at Shen Jun's throat!

The nine-ringed blade glinted with a chilling light, poised to cleave Shen Jun in two!

The middle-aged man was a semi-sage expert, renowned for his lethal strikes. How could a youth at the Supernatural Power Stage possibly withstand such a ferocious attack?

Everyone present, including Old Zhang, was convinced that this strike would be fatal.

Buzz!

A metallic hum filled the entire hall.

There were no heads rolling, no blood spurting like a fountain.

The young man merely offered a slight smile, his right hand calmly reaching out.

Incredibly, he caught the steel knife in his grasp!

The robust Spiritual Force emanating from the blade dissipated in his grip!

How could this be?!

The middle-aged man's expression was one of sheer disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost in the middle of the day.

He knew full well the might of his own strike; even Old Zhang, a fellow semi-sage, wouldn't dare to directly confront its edge.

And yet, it was effortlessly seized by a Supernatural Power Stage youth's bare hands?!

Sensing trouble, the middle-aged man in the luxurious robe quickly tried to withdraw his saber and retreat.

Shen Jun's pale palm gripped the blade like a vise, unyielding and immovable no matter how desperately the middle-aged man tried to free it.

"Now you realize you've messed with the wrong person?" Shen Jun said with a scornful laugh. "Or is that realization coming a bit too late?"

Boom!

His words were followed by a thunderous explosion.

Blood sprayed and bones shattered.

Shen Jun's white fist punched a gaping hole right through the middle-aged man's chest!

Could a semi-sage really be taken down with a single punch?

Was this truly the might of someone at the Supernatural Power Stage?

The remaining four were utterly stunned, so much so that they didn't even feel the blood splatter across their faces.

Could this young man... actually be the legendary Demon Sovereign?

"Let's go at him together!" Old Zhang bellowed. "Can a mere Supernatural Power Stage youngster really stand against the four of us?!"

"He must have harnessed that sacred treasure to attain such power!"

"If we can just take that treasure, the world will be ours for the taking!"

It must be said, Old Zhang, the sly old dog, knew exactly how to stir up people's hearts.

In just a few words, he had kindled a raging fire of greed in the others.

Indeed, if a Supernatural Power Stage youth could wield such a treasure and exhibit such power, what about us?

Would we not become invincible throughout the world?!