The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and a chill spread in the air, like the dead silence before a storm.
Su Yao, still with that cold and indifferent look, stood quietly between the two of them, his purple eyes deep and calm, watching this undercurrent of confrontation with a cold eye.
Wen Wushang and Liu Yuting exchanged glances, as if invisible thunder exploded in the void, stirring up waves of spiritual power. The air around them vibrated slightly, and it was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
Su Yao remained calm, waved her hand, and quietly set up an invisible barrier, placing herself inside it to isolate herself from the impact of the two people's breath.
She had a cold expression, her purple eyes narrowed slightly, and she watched quietly.
Wen Wushang took the first step.
He flipped his palm, and several dark runes suddenly appeared in the void, like the seal of the devil, exuding a cold and terrifying aura.
With a wave of his hand, Fu Wenhua transformed into dozens of black and gold chains, which broke through the air like poisonous snakes, carrying destructive oppression, and suddenly coiled towards Liu Yuting.
His green eyes narrowed slightly, and as his fingers lightly touched the void, an obscure and invisible spiritual barrier formed in front of him, like the Kunlun ice crystal, indestructible.
The chains hit the barrier with a loud bang, and the spiritual power surged, exploding with brilliant light and flying debris, like falling stars, magnificent and terrifying.
Liu Yuting raised a hint of sneer at the corner of his lips, and his figure flashed out like a ghost. A sword intent with a cold light condensed in his palm, and he slashed out in the air, bringing with it an extremely cold murderous intent.
Wen Wushang snorted coldly, his body moved slightly, and the rune formation under his feet glowed with a faint light. He looked like the Lord of the Demon Realm descended to the world. In his hand, a long black whip condensed, with the tail of the whip coiled with black silk of demonic flames. When he swung it, the sky and the earth seemed to be torn apart.
The long whip broke through the air and rolled towards Liu Yuting with overwhelming power.
Liu Yuting did not retreat but advanced, standing one palm in front of his chest, the spiritual power in his body burst out like a tide, his sleeves fluttered, the wind whistled, and he turned his hand to meet the attack with a palm.
"boom!!"
The palm wind and the whip shadow collided violently in mid-air, bursting out a blazing light and stirring up a violent air wave, blowing away all the poisonous flowers and plants around, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt and blood.
The two men's figures intertwined, their moves were as sharp as thunder, and their speed was so fast that only afterimages could be seen. The momentum was layered, shaking the mountains and rivers, as if the world could collapse at any time.
Wen Wushang was evil and unruly, and each of his attacks carried the domineering power of the Lord of the Demon Realm. It was natural and could not be desecrated.
Liu Yuting is cold and aloof, capable of both offense and defense. His movements are like a swimming dragon, steady and deadly, and his aura is as deep and unfathomable as the Kunlun Glacier.
The two men were of equal aura and strength, and the garden was filled with poisonous miasma, and was torn to pieces.
Su Yao stood in the barrier, his clothes fluttering, his purple eyes slightly narrowed, his face expressionless, watching the battle quietly, as if he were a bystander who was not involved.
To her, it was just a little test.
Suddenly, there was a slight vibration in my trouser pocket.
She took out her phone and saw a voice message from Su Ziyu: "Sister, the spicy hot pot at Ziwei Pavilion is ready. We're waiting for you!"
The brother and sister made an appointment to eat hotpot together, as they didn’t enjoy the bowl of wontons they had before.
Su Yao put one hand in his trouser pocket, his expression calm.
The next moment, she turned around, waved her hand, and quietly removed the barrier. Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and she walked calmly as she left the battlefield without any regrets.
Wen Wushang and Liu Yuting paused and looked at her back.
The blue eyes turned cold, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips. His eyes were deep: "You don't even have the interest to stay and watch the game. How cold-hearted."
At least I told her the whereabouts of the spiritual fragments.
He smiled faintly and said sarcastically, "Liu Yuting, it seems that in her heart, you are not as important as a hot pot meal."
Liu Yuting, however, curled his lips slightly, his expression indifferent, with a calm smile in his green eyes: "The person who will accompany her to eat hot pot will be me."
After he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and turned to leave, his figure cold and elegant.
Under the moonlight, two figures walked away, leaving behind only a devastated garden and the lingering power in the air, foreshadowing the thrilling peak confrontation just now.
Wen Wushang stood where he was, his eyes narrowed slightly, demonic energy faintly surging around him.
He suddenly raised his hand, turned his palm over, and the invisible devil's hand silently slapped towards a hidden corner.
"Bang!"
In the corner, a hidden figure suddenly appeared.
Zi Mengling spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, and he stumbled to the ground. He quickly knelt and kowtowed, his voice trembling, "My Lord, I dare not! I am just... just worried about you, my Lord, so I dare not show myself."
Wen Wushang's expression was cold, his voice as indifferent as ice: "If you dare to peek again next time, I will kill you."
Her face was pale, and she kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy: "I know I was wrong! I won't do it again!"
His blue eyes looked down at her, his voice as cold as a deep, cold spring: "Tell me, what are you doing in the Wen Mansion?"
"Your subordinate... Your subordinate does not want to go back to the demon world. Wherever the Lord is, there I will be. I only recognize one Lord in this life, and that is you." Zi Mengling did not dare to hide it.
She raised her head, a hint of passionate yet hidden admiration in her eyes.
Wen Wushang's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were as deep as a bottomless abyss.
Zi Mengling gritted her teeth, as if determined, suppressing all emotion, and continued, "My Lord, I am willing to offer intelligence. The Demon King Tu Yuan has secretly departed for the Void Realm. I suspect... the whereabouts of the divine consciousness fragment there."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, his azure eyes were deep and unfathomable, and after a while he asked, "Will you regret leaving the Demon Realm?"
She lowered her eyes, her voice firm, "I will not regret it. On the surface, the Demon Realm is ruled by the Demon King Tu Yuan, but I know that the one who truly controls the lifeblood of the Demon Realm...is you, my Lord."
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