Wei Yan smiled and said, "You are quite confident in yourself."
"During that battle, I spared your life out of consideration for our old friendship. Do you really think I can't kill you?"
Mu Qing raised his right arm and summoned the long sword he carried with him.
She swung the sword, and the blade cut through iron like mud, clear as a mirror.
In the reflection of the sword, her face was quickly covered with spots and ravines, and her three thousand black hairs turned into autumn frost in the blink of an eye.
Not long after, a charming young girl transformed into a white-haired old man wearing gray armor and with a lustful look on his face.
Wei Yan looked at her and said calmly, "Appearance is determined by the heart. You are crazy."
"A madman who has fallen into the devil is qualified to teach me?" Mu Qing stared at him intently, his hoarse voice sounding like it came out of a broken bellows.
She leaned on her sword with one hand and raised the Heavenly Order with the other, shouting, "Here is the Heavenly Order. One hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers, obey my command!"
As soon as the words fell, the dull night sky suddenly became stormy, and a cyclone slowly formed with the building as its center.
Wei Yan flipped his hand and raised a stream of demonic energy, pushing away the chaotic rain around him.
He asked, "Summoning heavenly soldiers in a place like this, are you determined to turn the human world into ruins?"
The heavy rain soaked Mu Qing's gray and withered hair.
Amidst the sound of rain, her voice sounded even more aged and terrifying. "These weak ants won't die even if they're crushed into mud. So what if I kill a few of them?"
Wei Yan frowned unhappily.
Mu Qing sneered, "As a Demon Lord, you actually care about the lives of these mortals? You're just being hypocritical!"
Wei Yan suppressed his smile and said, "No wonder you came to Hun Dun. You two really talk just as much nonsense."
Mu Qing stepped forward with his toes raised and his sword drawn.
"You bold demon, tonight is your death!"
Although Mu Qing looked withered due to his inner demons, he swung his sword as swiftly as the wind, and each of his moves was filled with aggressive murderous intent.
Wei Yan dodged to the side but did not fight back, which made Mu Qing more certain that his demonic energy was exhausted, and he couldn't help but become frivolous.
She poured most of her spiritual energy into the sword, sweeping it across with tremendous force, heading straight for Wei Yan's vital points.
Wei Yan raised his hand to block, a silver light flashed, and the metal collided, making a clear clanging sound.
Mu Qing took a step back and stood still, saying in surprise, "Not bad, you can still take my attack."
"Mu Qing, don't use this little trick to humiliate me."
Wei Yan turned his wrist, put away the dagger, and looked at Mu Qing with his beast-like eyes.
"Don't forget, you are just a little bug under my seat."
For millions of years, Mu Qing has been ranked last among the gods in the heavens, and her true form is an unremarkable black python. This is a pain that she can never mention.
She was completely enraged by him and said, "If you beg for mercy, I will leave your body intact. When the heavenly soldiers arrive, don't blame yourself for being torn apart!"
Wei Yan laughed softly, his eyes glowing red, which matched the teardrop-like scar at the corner of his eye, making him look strange and unusual.
"You probably don't know that the more delusions you have, the stronger my power becomes. The worst places in this world are precisely what I have entrusted to me."
After laughing enough, he continued, "So... Lord Mu Qing, I'm very happy to see that you are no longer burdened by greed."
Mu Qing sneered, "Ridiculous! I want to see how long you can continue to deceive people with your lies."
Wei Yan raised his hand, and black air and strange red light entangled between his fingers, quickly becoming bright and grand, turning his handsome face blood red.
"Don't you feel that your spiritual power is fading?"
Mu Qing was about to retort when he suddenly felt his sword sink and nearly slip out of his hand.
Wei Yan snapped his fingers and said, "If you knew how Hun Dun died, you wouldn't say so much."
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