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The impact was overwhelming, leaving no room for retaliation. Even the general was struck down by the serpent's tail, clearing a vast area of Yin Spirits.
The Black Snake opened its mouth wide and inhaled deeply, drawing in the released dark energy along with the remaining Yin Spirits. In an instant, the place became impeccably clean, as if those Yin Spirits had never existed.
The Black Snake coiled its body, raising its serpent head, its cold eyes gazing ahead.
"You must be the one who killed the Tiger King," a voice emerged as a figure in a black robe slowly stepped forward, his voice aged and weary.
"Ha! Didn't he perish in mutual destruction? What does that have to do with me?" the Black Snake sneered.
The figure in black shook his head, a serious expression crossing his face. He could not discern the Black Snake's realm and felt an underlying sense of danger.
"Your strength is formidable; I do not wish to fight you." With that, he suddenly soared into the sky and flew away.
Qin Feng blinked in surprise. "He just left like that? What does it mean?"
Watching the retreating figure of the black-robed man, a sense of unease crept into his heart; he didn’t even know who the other party was. Moreover, leaving so decisively felt troublesome.
The Black Snake quickly shrank in size and flew back into the clouds above Qingshan Mansion. There was no point in discussing this now. Once he became a Jinshi and attained Destiny Energy, he would be able to kill.
In Qing Shui Village, Qin Feng sat among friends, eating and drinking without a hint of worry. He decided it was wise not to reveal his connection with the Black Snake.
For now, it seemed unlikely anyone would dare to attack Qingshan Mansion again, especially with a peak Golden Core realm demon king occupying it.
The next day, everyone slowly made their way toward Qingshan Mansion. They had rushed on their way there but now ambled leisurely as if on a scenic outing.
In Zhenbei Wangfu, Zhenbei Wang, a man in his forties with an imposing presence, stood before the Black Robed Prince.
"There seems to be an issue with Qingshan Mansion," Zhenbei Wang remarked as a glint of concern flashed in his eyes.
"There is a terrifying serpent demon that effortlessly annihilated the Yin Spirits. I cannot gauge its realm, but it seems capable of posing a threat; it’s likely not simple," the black-robed man reported honestly.
Zhenbei Wang furrowed his brow. "Is it a Great Demon King of Yuan Shen Realm?"
"No," the black-robed man replied firmly.
Zhenbei Wang let out a sigh of relief. If that’s the case, then both Tiger King and Mo Lao probably met their end at his hands.
The figure in the black robe nodded. "I think so too."
Zhenbei Wang gazed out the window, lost in thought. Autumn is here; are the demons emerging from the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, or are they from elsewhere? He murmured to himself, furrowing his brow.
"My lord, we must take control of Qingshan Mansion. Should we eliminate the figure in black?" he said coldly.
Zhenbei Wang shook his head slightly. "Not yet. I am currently in contact with Black Mountain Old Demon. Once we form an alliance with him, sweeping through the entire North will be easy. After all, he is just a Golden Core Stage demon king; let him live a little longer."
The figure in black quickly replied, "Understood, my lord."
"By the way, isn’t he in Jinhua Prefecture?" Zhenbei Wang suddenly asked.
"Yes, my lord."
Zhenbei Wang narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Let him make contact with Jinhua Prefecture Governor Nie Rong's daughter. Find a way to capture her. Nie Rong is a talented individual; we must win him over."
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