She did not return to Xuanting Immortal Gate today. She wanted to stay in Qingshu Pavilion to deal with matters within the gate. Just as she walked out of the meeting hall, she saw this man standing outside the door.

Cen Ji was wearing a black robe with golden totems embroidered on the black gauze. The robe dragged on the ground, making his figure look even more slender.

Wu Xun looked Cen Ji up and down, and was about to call for help when he heard Cen Ji's voice speak casually.

"Choose a way to die."

Wu Xun snorted coldly, looking at Cen Ji with a dark expression. "How dare you come to Qingshu Pavilion and act wildly!"

"Someone come!"

Dozens of disciples ran out of the house and surrounded Cen Ji.

Cen Ji looked at Wu Xun with an unchanged expression.

He did not come here today to destroy Qingshu Pavilion. He only wanted to kill Wu Xun, but if someone came up to die, he would not mind giving him a ride.

"Kill him." Wu Xun gave the order without saying a word.

Before the disciples got close to Cen Ji, they felt an extremely strong pressure suppressing them and making them unable to move.

Wu Xun was not spared either and could only draw his sword and support himself on the ground.

Who is he? How could he have such a high level of cultivation?

Cen Ji looked at Wu Xun with cold eyes.

"You don't even know my name?"

Cold sweat broke out on Wu Xun's forehead. He called himself the real one, could it be that he was...

"What...what do you want to do?" Wu Xun asked with gritted teeth, shaking his body with unstable blood and energy.

Cen Ji intensified his spiritual power suppression, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Anyone who touches my people should pay the price!" Cen Ji said softly.

Wu Xun knew that the person Cen Ji was talking about was Yan Ying, but she didn't expect that Yan Ying could actually make the Lord of the Demon Realm chase her to Jiuzhou for her.

"I didn't... touch her." A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Wu Xun's mouth.

"Where is Ghost Blade?" Cen Ji asked.

Even if the little ghost was not injured, he would not forgive Wu Xun as long as she had such thoughts.

"What?" Wu Xun didn't understand what Cen Ji meant at all.

Cen Ji increased his spiritual power, and Wu Xun knelt on the ground with his sword in his hand. The disciples around him had already fallen to the ground and spit out blood.

"I...I really don't know..."

Cen Ji looked at Wu Xun and felt quite strange, but he did not withdraw his spiritual power.

"In that case, then..." Cen Ji raised his hand, and black smoke flowed out from his hand and wrapped around Wu Xun's body.

"Just go and die."

Cen Ji disappeared on the spot, and the Demon Realm army at the door retreated one after another after receiving the order.

There was chaos in Qingshu Pavilion and the lights were on all night.