Luo Qingjue gritted his teeth, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, with a flame of unwillingness burning in his eyes. He was about to take another breath and chase into the flickering formation, but he saw that Song Jiao's figure had become like a wisp of smoke, cleverly blending into the complex runes.
Then, a familiar "tanking" atmosphere came faintly from the formation, making him hold his forehead and sigh.
"Ruan Qing—I will kill you! Kill you!" Luo Qingjue's angry roar echoed in the empty valley, startling a group of nesting birds. They flew across the sky in panic, leaving behind a series of messy chirping sounds.
The dumpling floated to the side, its round body trembling slightly with confusion. It blinked its large eyes and asked in confusion: "Lord God, since you already have the ability to kill him with one blow and complete the mission, why are you going to such great lengths?"
Hearing this, Song Jiao's lips curled up into a sly smile. She sat leisurely on the soft couch formed by spiritual energy, playing with a piece of wild grass she had picked from somewhere, and said slowly, "Tuanzi, you need to think about it again. Think about it, those pursuers outside are still alive. If we get rid of Ruan Qing now, what do you think the remaining sect will do?"
Tuanzi's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this, "I understand!"
Luo Qingjue's face seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented coldness.
The air around him seemed to freeze because of his anger, and a storm was surging in his heart.
His body shook, and his clothes moved without wind. A powerful spiritual energy wave burst out instantly, like a flood breaking through a dam, sweeping towards the surrounding monks from different sects.
"Hmph, since no one is willing to be the key to breaking the formation, then I will come and get it myself!"
Luo Qingjue's voice was low and resolute. While he was speaking, he was already moving among the crowd like a ghost. Every move he made was clean and neat, leaving no room for maneuver.
Swords flashed, blood splattered, and a one-sided massacre began. Those disciples who were originally full of confidence fell down like scarecrows, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
In this chaos, Luo Qingjue's thoughts were extremely clear. He had only one thought in his mind - how to break the impregnable sect formation in front of him.
Time seemed to be stretched out, and every second was filled with torment, but his eyes became more and more determined, as if they could penetrate all the fog and look directly at the hidden truth.
Half a month passed quietly. During this long wait, everything around seemed to be frozen, and only the breath of death remained.
The sect formation in front of Luo Qingjue was like an indestructible fortress. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break through it.
The sun shines obliquely, but cannot penetrate the gloomy atmosphere.
There was a flash of unwillingness and anger in Luo Qingjue's eyes. He gripped the sword tightly, and the tip of the sword drew deep marks on the ground.
Just then, the sound of light footsteps broke the silence, and Song Jiao slowly walked out of the formation.
"What? I've given you all this time, and you can't even break through such a small formation?" Song Jiao's voice was filled with a hint of teasing. She put her hands behind her back, and her eyes revealed a look of disdain. "Supreme Demon King? Why do I look like a supreme waste?"
Luo Qingjue was furious when he heard this. He rushed towards Song Jiao with a sword in hand, like an enraged beast.
However, Song Jiao just smiled lightly and bent down to cleverly avoid his attack.
Then, she raised her hand and waved, and Luo Qingjue's body actually solidified in the air, as if bound by an invisible force.
"Bang!" Luo Qingjue's body fell heavily to the ground. He lay on the ground, struggling with his limbs, but to no avail.
His eyes were filled with fear and confusion. He didn't understand why he couldn't defeat this woman even though he had tried his best.
Song Jiao walked to Luo Qingjue's side, looked down at him, and said with a mocking smile: "I didn't come out before because I wanted you to kill all those so-called sects. You don't think I'm afraid of you, do you?"
Her voice was clear and pleasant, but icy cold.
Luo Qingjue struggled to raise his head, his eyes flashing with resentment and anger, "You...what kind of magic did you use?"
He has not realized the seriousness of the problem until now, and even thinks that all this is just the effect of the magic weapon on Song Jiao.
"Magic?" Song Jiao sneered, "If I really used magic, you would have died a thousand times already."
She stood up and looked at Luo Qingjue with a cold gaze, "I thought you were still quite powerful, but I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable."
Luo Qingjue gritted his teeth, enduring the severe pain in his body and struggling to stand up. "If you have the guts... fight me fair and square!"
"Isn't this a fair and open duel? Or is your so-called Supreme Demon King really just hiding in the shadows and playing tricks?"
Luo Qingjue was so furious when he heard this that he almost gnashed his teeth. "Let me go if you have the guts!"
"That won't do. After all, I want you to die!" Song Jiao chuckled and waved her finger lightly. The God-Slaying Sword appeared in her hand like a ghost.
She waved the sword casually, and Luo Qingjue's arm separated from his body in an instant, falling to the ground with a dull sound.
"Ah... my hand! My hand!" Luo Qingjue screamed, his face full of horror and disbelief.
He tried to grab the broken arm with his other hand, but only felt emptiness and powerlessness.
"What? You can't stand it? Your cultivation level, your supreme status in the demon world, now seems to be nothing but a joke."
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