Wan Kui trembled. "Zhong Changyuan came before. I gave him a pill to help Pei Zhi recover."

Wan Kui wanted to say that Zhong Changyuan had already come to settle accounts with him.

Sikong Ren became even angrier upon hearing Zhong Changyuan's name.

"That's because he's so useless; he's the only one who's still alive."

Sikong Ren didn't waste any words and went straight for Wan Kui with his sword. Wan Kui hurriedly picked up his magic weapon to defend himself.

Wan Kui thought he was going to be knocked to the ground by Sikong Ren, but to his surprise, he withstood it.

Wan Kui was immediately shocked. How could this be? Had he become stronger?

Sikong Ren stood up and struck again with his sword. Wan Kui staggered back two steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Nevertheless, Wan Kui was still astonished: "You're injured?"

Wan Kui had fought Sikong Ren before, but after only a few moves, he was forced to flee in disarray.

What's going on? Sikong Ren was perfectly fine, how did he get injured?

"Even if I am injured, taking your dog's life is more than enough for me."

Sikong Ren's words were true; from birth, Sikong Ren possessed the ability to rival Zhong Changyuan.

Moreover, Sikong Ren has never slacked off over the years.

Wan Kui hastily parried a few blows and quickly sent a message to the Imperial Advisor, instructing him to prepare to activate the formation.

Sikong Ren dared to trespass into the Demon Realm; he was far too arrogant.

Wan Kui and Sikong Ren exchanged a few blows, but seeing the mountain-protecting formation light up, Wan Kui quickly took two steps back.

Whether in the world of cultivation or the world of demons, there are array formations left behind by our predecessors.

It is generally not used unless absolutely necessary.

Seeing that Sikong Ren was trapped inside the formation, Wan Kui laughed, "Sikong Ren, Sikong Ren, if you were in your prime, this formation definitely wouldn't be able to hold you."

"But you're injured now, why don't you experience the power of my Demon Realm's formations?"

Sikong Ren stood in the formation, his eyes dark and menacing. "A mere trifle."

It was clear that lightning had already struck the formation; being hit by it would be no small matter.

Upon seeing this, Sikong Ren raised his sword and slashed back.

A single bolt of lightning was enough to make Sikong Ren's arm go numb.

Seeing this, Wan Kui shouted, "The Demon Realm and the Monster Realm have no deep-seated hatred for each other. Why don't you apologize to me and I'll let you leave?"

"Heh." Sikong Ren sneered, then sheathed his sword and cast a spell to spit out the demon core.

Wan Kui exclaimed, "Are you crazy?"

Sikong Ren is absolutely insane; he actually dared to use a demon core to break the formation.

Even if the formation is broken, Sikong Ren will definitely suffer a very serious backlash.

Before Wan Kui could finish speaking, the formation had already been broken by Sikong Ren.

Sikong Ren spat out a mouthful of blood, then casually wiped it away with the back of his hand.

"Now it's your turn."

The Imperial Advisor and the others all huddled behind Wan Kui, none of them daring to step forward.

"Sikong Ren, you've suffered such serious injuries. Have you considered what would happen if the cultivation world took the opportunity to attack the demon realm?"

Sikong Ren scoffed coldly: "You don't need to worry about such things."

Suddenly, Wan Kui had a flash of inspiration.

Something's wrong. Sikong Ren was perfectly fine, how could he have suffered such a serious injury?

Of all the people in the world, only Zhong Changyuan could rival Sikong Ren.

But the cultivation world is about to form a marriage alliance with the demon world, so why are these two fighting?

"Could it be that the ancient tree has given birth to a new demon lord?"

Now everything makes sense. No wonder Sikong Ren suffered such a great loss in cultivation, yet he was still able to exchange a few blows with Sikong Ren.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Wan Kui is also at the Nascent Soul stage; his cultivation level is largely inflated.

"What's it to you? Anyway, today is your death day."

As he spoke, Wan Kui withstood another attack from Sikong Ren and also coughed up blood.

Sikong Ren is acting like a madman, reckless and suicidal. Wan Kui can't be like that.

"You probably don't know, but your fiancée's relationship with her master is anything but innocent."

"You're courting death." Upon hearing this, Sikong Ren's moves became even more ruthless.

Wan Kui quickly shouted, "I have a way to make the ancient tree work for you!"

Sikong Ren hesitated for a moment.

Wan Kui, with his sharp eyes, quickly seized the opportunity, "Your cultivation was already depleted, and now you've suffered such severe internal injuries. I'm afraid your days are numbered. Are you really willing to accept this?"

Sikong Ren's sword was already at his neck when Wan Kui shouted, "Pei Zhi is a cripple now. If you die, she will have no one to protect her."

"After you die, won't that hypocritical Zhong Changyuan be able to do whatever he wants?"

Sikong Ren raised his sword, and Wan Kui felt a sharp pain as Sikong Ren severed his hand with a single stroke.

"Consider this sword strike as interest. If you dare to lie to me, I will make sure you die a horrible death."

Wan Kui covered his hands and hurriedly begged for mercy, "I wouldn't dare, I absolutely wouldn't dare."

"Our Demon Realm has a secret technique that allows us to absorb the magical power contained within ancient artifacts."

Wan Kui presented the secret manual, saying, "As long as you absorb the magic power from the ancient tree, not only will your injuries be greatly healed, but the demon realm will never have another ancient tree again."

Sikong Ren narrowed his sharp eyes: "You would be so kind?"

Wan Kui thought to himself, "The Demon Realm and the Monster Realm have always kept to themselves. This time, I have offended them quite a bit, so consider this my apology."

"Moreover," Wan Kui said loudly, "the secret technique is now in your hands. Whether you use it or not is entirely up to you."

After Wan Kui finished speaking, he knelt down on the ground and said, "I'm using this secret technique just to beg you to spare my life."

Sikong Ren pursed his thin lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally sheathed his sword.

"If you dare to lay a hand on Pei Zhi again, I will definitely kill you."

Wan Kui nodded repeatedly, and only after seeing that Sikong Ren had let him go did Wan Kui finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After Sikong Ren left, Wan Kui got up.

"Hmph." Wan Kui sneered, "You all just wait, one day I will make you pay the price."

Wan Kui's hand was severed by Sikong Ren's sword, and his hand was emanating a demonic aura.

It would take at least several hundred years for a new hand to grow.

Sikong Ren carried Wan Kui's severed hand to see Pei Zhi.

A severed hand lay at Pei Zhi's feet, still emanating a black aura, which truly terrified Pei Zhi.

Where did this come from?

Sikong Ren cast a cleansing spell on his hand: "Wan Kui's hand."

Pei Zhi clicked her tongue, "You chopped off his hand?"

"If you're not satisfied, I'll go and take his dog's life right now?"

"Take what?" Pei Zhi pressed down on Sikong Ren's wrist and took his pulse.

"What's wrong with you?" Pei Zhi questioned sharply. "Your hands are trembling even when you're using a cleansing spell?"

Sikong Ren's lips curled slightly: "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

“Your cultivation was already severely depleted, and now you're injured. When you return, the ancient tree will need to nourish it, and you…”

Given Sikong Ren's current trajectory, Pei Zhi really doesn't know how long Sikong Ren can live. Isn't this disrupting her plans?

"Are you worried about me?" Sikong Ren held Pei Zhi's hand tightly.

Pei Zhi was speechless. "Big brother, at a time like this, please stop flirting."