"Sword Returns to Ruins, it's been a long time."
Zhang Yi's face was gloomy.
"Your Corpse Yin Sect invited us to discuss forming an alliance, so why did you attack our disciples?"
Jian Guixu arrived riding a lightsaber, his eyes filled with rage.
"I'm just teaching them a lesson, letting these people know what it means to be arrogant and ignorant." Zhang Yi did not back down.
"Zhang Yi, it's been so long since we last met, and your tone has become increasingly arrogant. I remember you were my defeated opponent back then." The Golden Crow Demon Emperor descended through the air.
“You old fogies have all come out of seclusion. It seems you want to fight my sect to the death.” Zhang Yi’s expression changed slightly.
"Your Corpse Control Sect is far too arrogant, trying to fight against the eight major sects of Lingzhou by yourself."
A burly man exuding terrifying demonic energy also entered the palace.
"Fire Demon Lord, you've come too!" Zhang Yi exclaimed.
"During my seclusion, it seems a lot has changed. You, a mediocre talent, cultivated for several thousand years to only reach the late stage of the Integration Realm. I didn't expect that by the time I came out of seclusion, your cultivation would have reached the late stage of the Mahayana Realm, and your body would have been refined into a Corpse King by yourself." The Fiery Demon Lord showed a mocking expression.
"you.."
Zhang Yi was so angry that his face turned red.
"Don't say anything disrespectful. If you dare, I'll treat you the same way I treated that junior in green robes." The Fiery Demon Lord revealed a sickly smile.
Zhang Yi could only suppress his anger and dared not speak harshly to the Fiery Demon Lord.
The Fiery Demon Lord's methods were far more cruel than his; they went far beyond simply crushing bodies.
Since we've already fallen out, there's no point in hiding anything anymore.
The strongest factions, such as the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Profound Dao Sect, the Soul Devouring Sect, and the Taiqing Sect, emerged from their hiding places.
These people are all in the late stage of Mahayana cultivation, just one step away from the Tribulation Transcending stage, and their cultivation is absolutely earth-shattering.
The strongest members of the eight major sects, totaling forty people, are rarely seen, yet they have gathered together now.
Zhang Yi was surrounded by seven people, who were none other than the Seven Corpse Kings.
"There are only eight of you here. I remember your Corpse Control Sect was said to have more than twenty powerful Corpse Kings. How come there are only eight of you left now?" the Fiery Demon Lord mocked.
"That goes without saying. Those zombie kings are definitely dead. Those who survived must have been groveling. Otherwise, how could they have survived?" Jian Guixu said with a disdainful expression.
"If there are only eight of you Corpse Kings, then you can all die too." The Demon Lord Duanmu began to stir with desire.
Zhang Yi and the others looked rather grim; the forty men in front of them were enough to take their lives.
Logically speaking, Lord Han Feng should have appeared. Could it be that he intends to discard him after he has served his purpose?
Just as everyone was about to make their move, five more women fell from the sky.
"People from the Heartbreak Sect?"
The people on the Sword Return Ruins were all surprised.
Their conclusion was that the five founders of the Broken Heart Sect had perished.
But things took an unexpected turn; the five founders of the Broken Heart Sect did not die.
The fact that these five people also stood with the Corpse Yin Sect made their intentions crystal clear.
Before the sword could return to the void, and before the Fiery Demon Lord could say anything, two more figures descended.
"A Celestial Corpse!!"
"Lin Ruxue, the founder of the Broken Heart Sect!!!"
The crowd wasn't too surprised by the immortal corpse, but they were shocked by Lin Ruxue's appearance.
A powerful figure who dominates an era will certainly not perish with the passage of time.
Even the five powerful beings—the Fiery Demon Lord, the Heavy Water Demon Lord, the Duanmu Demon Lord, the Golden Easy Demon Lord, and the Burial Soil Demon Lord—did not look too good when they saw Lin Ruxue.
"What's going on? Isn't Lin Ruxue supposed to be dead? Why is she still alive? Is this the secret of the Broken Heart Sect?"
“Look, the immortal corpse has appeared. You say the immortal corpse is the mastermind, but now that the immortal corpse has arrived, it is clearly not the case.”
"I can tell that the immortal corpse appeared with Lin Ruxue. He was unusually polite when facing Lin Ruxue."
"Who exactly founded the Corpse Yin Sect? And destroyed the Heartbreak Sect and the Corpse Control Sect?"
...
Everyone was filled with doubt and could no longer see the truth.
Not long after, a handsome man dressed in blue appeared, dispelling everyone's doubts.
"Han Feng! You're still alive!"
The True Demon Ancestor narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You've lived much longer than me, and you're still alive, so how could I possibly die?" Han Feng said with a smile.
"My lord, you've finally arrived! You scared me to death!" Zhang Yi breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"I lost track of time while practicing my cultivation technique, so I'm late. Now, leave everything here to me."
"Yes, sir."
The restrictions Han Feng placed on the golden gold-devouring insects took a little longer to set.
"The 'adult' Zhang Yi mentioned is actually Han Feng! It seems our predictions were all wrong."
"When did Han Feng reach this level? He actually conquered the Corpse Control Sect and the Heartbreak Sect all by himself."
"Am I dreaming? I remember just a month ago, Han Feng was an ant that we could crush at will, but now he has reached this level."
"We should have killed him back then. We've truly raised a tiger to cause us trouble!"
...
After a brief silence, the crowd began to murmur amongst themselves.
Han Feng's sudden rise to power made many people feel as if they were in a dream.
"I should have taken action back then."
The True Demon Ancestor murmured softly.
She had already blended into the crowd, trying her best not to be discovered by Han Feng.
What he did to Han Feng was absolutely excessive. Back then, he threatened Han Feng's life in Huangfeng Valley, demanding that Han Feng hand over the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword.
When Han Feng appeared just now, the True Demon Ancestor didn't give him any face.
"Isn't this my old acquaintance, the True Demon Ancestor? He was talking so well just now, why is he suddenly hiding?"
Han Feng smiled and conjured a large hand that reached out to grab him.
The True Demon Ancestor is even more hateful than Leng Hanmei and the other two. Leng Hanmei and the other two have been constantly tricked by Han Feng, and they have never succeeded in doing anything excessive.
The True Demon Ancestor went far too far, publicly threatening Han Feng to hand over the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword.
If it weren't for some skillful maneuvering, he would have lost all face that day.
Enemies meeting each other are naturally filled with intense hatred.
When the Great Demon Ancestor saw the giant hand reaching for him, he was so frightened that his face turned pale and his soul almost left his body.
He quickly summoned his Xuan Tian spiritual treasure, but it was deflected by Han Feng's hand.
Seeing that he couldn't resist and tried to escape, Han Feng's transformed hand had already grabbed him.
"Let me go! My sect's Demon Lords are all here. If you dare to kill me, my sect's five powerful Demon Lords will definitely not let you off the hook!" the True Demon Ancestor quickly threatened.
Fearing that he was too late in threatening Han Feng, Han Feng used all his strength to kill him.
"Don't you understand one thing? Your life and death are in someone else's hands. You shouldn't be threatening them, you should be begging for mercy," Zhang Yi reminded him with a smile.
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