“Nothing is impossible. This demon-trapping formation has already been improved in advance by Mr. Sullivan. It is a dual-layered array—not only can it trap enemies, but once deployed, it is especially effective at concealment. Unless you are at least at the Core Formation stage, it’s almost impossible to detect.” The young man spoke calmly.

“You can improve formations! Are you a formation master?” The old man was both shocked and furious after hearing the young man’s words.

“Edwin, ever since you built your foundation, in order to take on human form, you have devoured a total of twenty-seven households and one hundred and thirty-eight commoners within a hundred-mile radius of Qi Jian Mountain over the past three years. My The Sullivan Family has already issued a decree: your crimes are unforgivable, and you may be executed on the spot.” The young man spoke expressionlessly, flipping his hand to produce a pale white, round jade disk, which he shook at the old man.

Immediately, a loud “chi chi” sound erupted!

White chains shot out from beneath the old man’s feet, wildly whipping about and instantly binding him tightly.

“Trying to capture me? Dream on! You’re so young—even if you’re from the The Sullivan Family, how much magical power could you possibly have? Grow! Grow! Grow!” Seeing this, the old man’s ferocity was instead provoked. With a roar, his skin turned yellow and his body swelled rapidly.

The old man’s fangs were bared, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a giant demon beast three or four zhang tall, resembling a half-rotted tree trunk. Cracking sounds came incessantly from his body as the crystalline chains binding him began to shatter inch by inch.

“You haven’t returned to your true form even once in half a month, and you still dare to act fierce in front of Mr. Sullivan!” Grant Sullivan sneered at the sight, tossing the jade disk in his hand into the air. At the same time, he traced a sign in the air with his other hand, and a pale yellow talisman appeared. With a flick in the wind, it transformed into a half-foot-long jade ruler, which he slashed through the air toward the nearby stream.

With a thunderous boom, the entire stream trembled. The water surged skyward as if coming alive, transforming into a massive pillar that crashed fiercely into the demon beast within the formation.

The demon beast called Edwin let out a miserable scream, unable to withstand the tremendous force. Its huge body shuddered and was flung more than two zhang away like a sack, spewing green blood wildly from its mouth, as if it could no longer move.

Seeing this, Grant Sullivan’s face showed no emotion. He chanted under his breath and waved the jade ruler in front of him once more.

A loud “zila” sound rang out as the water that had fallen into the formation turned into droplets and shot up, instantly enveloping the jade ruler in a massive ball of water.

“Blood Essence Sword!”

The young man bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto the water ball, turning it into a mist of blood.

An incredible scene unfolded!

After absorbing the blood mist, the water ball shimmered in the wind and transformed into a giant, blood-red sword over a zhang long, with water as its blade and the ruler as its hilt. Faint blood-colored runes could be seen swirling on its surface.

“Go!”

With a flick of Grant Sullivan’s wrist, the giant sword flew from his hand, turning into a streak of blood-red light that slashed fiercely at the demon beast on the ground.

“A talisman weapon!”

The demon beast, which seemed unable to get up, let out a strange cry as the blood-red light descended. Its body bounced up like a wooden stake, spewing a cloud of green gas from its mouth as it turned to leap into the air and flee.

“Slash!”

Grant Sullivan’s expression did not change as he shouted in a deep voice.

The blood-red light flashed, slicing the oncoming green mist in two. In another blur, it instantly pierced the demon beast’s back in midair.

With a “thud,” the demon beast’s body froze, split in two, and fell from the sky. A torrent of green blood sprayed down like rain, filling the air with a pungent stench.

Grant Sullivan let out a long breath, flicked his sleeve, and a large amount of silver powder flew out. He pointed a finger at the demon beast’s corpse.

A muffled boom!

The silver powder turned into countless white flames that rained down, instantly igniting the demon beast’s massive body and the nearby green blood. In moments, all that remained was a pile of black ash.

“At last, this fiend is dealt with! Including preparation and travel, this took over two months. I must never take on such time-consuming clan tasks again. But then again, if I hadn’t come out for that other matter, I wouldn’t have taken this mission along the way.” Only now did Grant Sullivan relax, murmuring to himself.

He then beckoned, and the floating jade disk slowly descended and was put away. The formation on the ground faded and gradually dissipated.

Next, the young man walked a few steps to the pile of black ash, picked up a withered branch from the ground, and poked around a bit. He then retrieved a pale green crystal about two inches wide and a talisman that was already half destroyed.

“What a pity. This Blood Essence Sword Talisman is worth ten spirit jades—by far the best value single-use attack talisman in the clan, far superior to ordinary magic tools. Still, when I return, this demon crystal should fetch seven or eight spirit jades, plus the reward for this mission. Not a bad little profit. This Edwin had already reached peak Foundation Establishment, with a powerful body. If I hadn’t set up the restrictions in advance and deliberately chosen a place with a stream to amplify my Myriad Layers of Azure Waves technique, I probably couldn’t have taken it down so easily.” Grant Sullivan weighed the green demon crystal in his hand and muttered a few more words.

He then put both items into his sleeve, took out a blue paper crane, and tossed it into the nearby stream while chanting an incantation.

Moments later, the stream water surged toward the paper crane, transforming into a blue, misty water crane with wings spanning over a zhang long.