Although the person was wearing a ghost mask, only two eyes and half of their chin were visible;

But if he wasn't deaf, that person should be his elder brother, Shang Xiche!

Shang Xiye's eyes were filled with surprise and doubt:

When he received the news that his elder brother had suddenly abdicated in favor of Crown Prince Shang Dongyang, he felt that something was amiss. However, at the time, he only thought that Shang Dongyang and the Empress had finally found an opportunity to force Shang Xiche to abdicate.

But given the current situation, things are clearly not as simple as he thought.

"Should I call you Imperial Brother, or..." Shang Xiye's voice was cold, and his unusually low voice made people feel very depressed.

"Oh? I only forgot to change my voice for a moment, and you recognized me." Meng Qi simply took off the ghost mask, revealing Shang Xiche's pale face, and said with a sinister smile, "Ninth Prince, you do have good hearing. I must say, you've got some skills."

Shang Xiye gave a cold snort: "Who exactly are you?"

"Can't you recognize my voice?" Meng Qihuan switched back to his original voice, sounding a little hurt: "Isn't this a bit too biased?"

Shang Xiye's eyes clearly showed disdain, and he did not answer.

He didn't respond, and Meng Qi pretended to be uninterested, also afraid that Shang Xiye's accomplices would arrive soon and he would miss his hard-won opportunity to be alone.

Those kids do have some skill, especially that little female bandit.

“Telling you won’t hurt, since you’re about to die anyway.” As Meng Qi spoke, he suddenly left the bow of the small boat, stretched out his five claws and aimed them at Shang Xiye’s forehead. Before he could finish speaking, he said, “I am the leader of the Ten Great Demon Generals, Meng Qi, die!”

"bite!"

"Um?"

As expected, he didn't manage to grab the flesh and blood, and Meng Qi's hand directly gripped the blazing flames.

The blazing sword clashed with his demonic hand, sparks flying. Unlike other ordinary iron swords, it didn't break. Instead, it sliced ​​into his palm, injuring Shang Xiche's mortal body and causing dark red blood to flow.

"How is this possible? What kind of sword is this? How could it possibly block me?" Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

Yes, his demonic body, which he had cultivated for decades, had been destroyed by the tribulation lightning.

He had only been using Shang Xiche's physical body for a few months.

Shang Xiye was, after all, a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He could potentially use his spiritual power to reinforce his sword and block Shang Xiche's physical body.

"The sword that will kill you!"

Shang Xiye gave a brief reply and swung his fiery sword forward fiercely.

Meng Qi quickly let go and retreated, otherwise his hand would be broken. At the same time, he was terrified: "Ninth Prince, I did not expect you to be so heartless and cruel. I am your enemy, not your friend, but this body is your brother's body. How could you do this to me?"

"If I don't take action, will you release my brother and give him his freedom? If my brother is still conscious, he will surely agree to let me eliminate the wicked and avenge him." Shang Xiye remained unmoved. He had already done more than enough for Shang Xiche and had no more ties to him.

Moreover, this demon has clearly already taken control of Shang Xiche.

Being soft-hearted will only make him suffer the consequences.

"Heh heh, you do have the potential to be a tyrant, but unfortunately, you're still going to die," Meng Qi chuckled and charged forward again.

This time he used all his strength, and his demonic energy spread like ink, turning half of the sky into a pitch-black color.

A chilling wind then howled.

Numerous fragmented yet terrifying screams and wails emanated from the inky black demonic energy, as if a hellish realm lay hidden within.