However, the Ghost King Pearl still exploded.
The faint ghostly fire instantly lit up the entire hall, like a green round sun, spewing out terrifying energy.
At that moment, a blood-red figure slowly approached from the main entrance of the hall. Although seemingly walking slowly, he reached the Ghost King Pearl in the blink of an eye. He raised a jade-like hand and grasped the exploding green Ghost King Pearl into his palm.
boom!
The Ghost King Pearl exploded in his palm, but it seemed to be imprisoned by something and did not explode at all.
Bright red blood flowed down the man's hand, dripping onto the jade tiles of the hall. Luo Jianqing was stunned by the scene. He looked at the thin figure of the person who came and felt a sense of familiarity. Before he could react, Qin Guihe suddenly knelt on one knee and said, "Palace Master! I have failed to perform my duties well. Please punish me!"
Luo Jianqing's heart trembled slightly, and a name suddenly came to his mind -
Mo Qianqiu!
With just one hand, he crushed the Ghost King Pearl, which could kill a powerful being in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and even suffered only minor skin injuries! Such terrifying strength could only be achieved by his master and the Demon Lord.
Venerable Yuqingzi also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, the Demon Lord has arrived. Otherwise, with my cultivation level, I wouldn't be able to protect you." After a pause, Yuqingzi frowned and said, "However, the Demon Lord's strength seems to have improved. If Junior Brother Xuanlingzi were here, he could directly destroy the Ghost King Pearl without any injury. However, the Demon Lord should not be left with more than superficial injuries."
With his back to the group of righteous cultivators, Mo Qianqiu lowered his eyes to look at Qin Guihe who was kneeling on the ground and said calmly, "Go and be punished."
Qin Guihe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly.
Then, Mo Qianqiu raised his eyes and looked at Gui Yi, who was terrified. He looked at him for a long time and asked, "Where is your hand?"
Gui Yi's lips moved, but before he could speak, he let out a painful howl. His left hand had been severed at the wrist, leaving only a smooth, flat cut!
Seeing this, Luo Jianqing was slightly startled, and a chill ran down his spine, but he still subconsciously murmured, "Why do I remember...it seemed to be the right hand?"
The next moment, Gui Yi howled in pain again and collapsed to the ground. Mo Qianqiu said coldly, "You were wrong just now. It was your right hand. Try again."
Luo Jianqing: "..."
Just the sight of him from behind left a deep impression on the many young righteous men who had never seen the Demon Lord. Luo Jianqing and Wei Qiongyin stood beside the Venerable Yuqingzi, vigilant and alert; the Buddhist disciple fiddled with his beads, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures; Bai Ji had already drawn his spear, radiating a hint of hostility.
However, this murderous aura is far less than the monstrous bloodiness of the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord slowly turned around, and time seemed to slow down to a thousand years. When those cold blood-red eyes stared at all of them, Luo Jianqing felt as if the blood in his body seemed to solidify instantly. Wei Qiongyin, who was always calm, even stumbled back half a step in fear.
One look shocked everyone!
Luo Jianqing had never seen such a strong man.
His master had always been very gentle with him. Although he was cold towards others, he never deliberately exerted pressure. Meanwhile, in Mount Taihua, Venerable Haoxingzi and Venerable Guanglingzi, though also in the late Mahayana stage, were very kind and never displayed the aura of a powerful figure towards their disciples.
Only at this moment did Luo Jianqing suddenly understand why his master regarded the Demon Lord as a respectable opponent.
In terms of strength, the Demon Lord is far inferior to the Master, but the Master does not have the blood of millions of people on his hands!
The Demon Lord is a complete devil. When he appears, he will make the heaven and earth angry and make ghosts cry.
Mo Qianqiu's gaze swept over the crowd calmly, without lingering on anyone for a moment. After looking, his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already sitting on the high throne.
A face of uncanny beauty held only an endless coldness. His black hair was ablaze, his blood-stained robes were vibrant. This Demon Lord was so beautiful that it was difficult to tell whether he was male or female, yet no one dared to mistake him. Upon seeing him, Luo Jianqing couldn't help but think of Mo Qiu. However, upon closer inspection, he realized that while Mo Qiu was handsome, he lacked the Demon Lord's fierce and terrifying aura. The two of them bore an inexplicable resemblance, yet upon closer inspection, they were completely different.
However, no matter what, both of them are extremely good-looking. If Jie Zizhuo were to take a look at the Demon Lord, he would probably say the same words that offended Mo Qiu before.
Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing was no longer nervous and looked up at the Blood-Clothed Demon Lord on the throne.
The Demon Lord's gaze never lingered on him for a moment, and he simply asked, "I heard that you wish to celebrate my birthday?"
Gui Yi, who had lost both his hands, had already been taken away by the Soul-Breaking Sect for treatment. Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, no one daring to step forward. Back then, the Bai family elder and Gui Yi had forcefully usurped the leadership position from Venerable Yuqingzi, but now, he kept looking at Venerable Yuqingzi, not daring to say anything.
Yu Qingzi snorted coldly and took a step forward: "Yes, I wish you a happy birthday!"
While speaking, there was no trace of deliberate flattery, simply because she was the master of Qinglan Peak in Taihua Mountain!
Seeing the attitude of Yuqingzi, the Demon Lord was not annoyed but smiled instead: "From Taihua Mountain?"
Yu Qingzi raised his eyes: "From Qinglan Peak."
The Demon Lord asked again, "No one from Yuxiao Peak has come? I haven't seen Xuan Lingzi, that little kid who's not even four hundred years old, for a hundred years. Has his cultivation regressed?"
The Demon Lord's words were tricky. Cultivators were always ranked by their level of cultivation. For example, Luo Jianqing was much younger than Zuo Yunmo and the others, yet he was still the eldest senior brother. But the Demon Lord only mentioned Xuan Lingzi's age, not his level of cultivation, clearly trying to put him down.
This time, without waiting for Venerable Yuqingzi to speak, Luo Jianqing stepped forward calmly, unafraid of the pressure, and said in a stern voice: "I am Luo Jianqing from Taihua Mountain, a disciple of Yuxiao Peak. My master is well. Thank you for your concern, Senior Demon Venerable!"
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