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Li Hong flew to Beiming Mountain, releasing his imposing aura, causing the entire mountain to tremble.
The first sound echoed from somewhere, and immediately, the whole Beiming Mountain erupted like a multitude of firecrackers, with crisp sounds of trees snapping and trunks bursting. Countless stone figures and horses surrounding the graves began to crack, crumbling from within.
Li Hong shouted, "You pups of the Underworld Palace, your grandpa is here! Hurry up and crawl out!"
There was no response.
Li Hong cursed again, "Ironclad Monster, I'm here to dig up your ancestral grave! If you have guts, don't come out; stay inside like a turtle for the rest of your life!"
With anger in his heart and intending to provoke the Demon Sect Monster into action, Li Hong hoped to unleash a massacre to vent his frustrations.
However, after cursing repeatedly, Li Hong found himself at a loss for words; the entire Beiming Mountain felt dead silent. Those demons stubbornly remained hidden underground. Furious, Li Hong summoned the Divine Slaying Monument, determined to create a shocking scene by smashing their turtle nest and forcing those bastards out.
Just as he was about to act, a cold snort came from within: "Don't waste your energy! Even with all your Celestial Artifacts in rotation, you can't break my Underworld Palace. Go back where you came from; are you really not afraid of your disciples turning to ashes? Hmph!"
After that, there was no further sound.
Upon hearing the warning in those words, Li Hong's anger intensified. However, a sudden thought struck him—could something have happened to Chuming and the others? Worry surged within him; he wanted to leave immediately but feared it would make him seem weak.
Frowning, he deliberately laughed loudly: "Alright! It seems Ironclad Monster you've decided to be a turtle. Then I'll grant you that!" Pretending to be bold, Li Hong actually pulled down his pants and forced out a stream of urine onto the mountaintop despite not needing to go. He laughed heartily: "Even when I piss on your head, you dare not make a sound! Hahaha, Demon Sect and Underworld Palace are nothing but this!"
With that, he swaggered away.
The demons of Underworld Palace were furious, their noses flaring in anger. Amidst gasps of disbelief, Ironclad's eldest disciple shouted: "Master! How can we let Chu Hong bully us like this? Allow me to fight; I will capture him and skin him alive!"
Ironclad glared with eyes wide open; his eight-foot-tall frame seemed to swell even larger: "Who dares disobey the Demon Lord's orders?! Besides, are you even his match? Get back to your room; you are not allowed out for three months!"
Ironclad ordered everyone to disperse and walked step by step back to his private training room. Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was seething with anger inside.
This was an immense humiliation!
With a raging fire in his heart and nowhere to vent it, he couldn't even step outside. Ironclad's footsteps grew heavier, the sound of his armor clanking echoed around him.
Instead of heading to his training room, he suddenly turned and walked toward Servant's quarters.
A vast underground palace connected by passageways lit up automatically as he walked through. Ironclad finally entered a dead-end corridor. Two guards stood at the entrance, and upon seeing him, they immediately stepped aside without a word.
The corridor was lined with tightly locked rooms. Every so often, a peculiar Azure Glow flashed from within each room. Upon closer inspection, the doors were made of Pig Iron, and the heavy locks were Dark Iron Locks.
There were at least seven or eight rooms, each containing a woman, as the sound of clear sobbing echoed from inside.
Ironclad took out a key, thought for a moment, and walked straight to the last door at the end of the corridor, opening it.
The door closed again.
At first, there was no sound from within, but soon after, a cold female voice rang out loudly: "Get out!"
It was just one word.
Then came the sound of tearing fabric, struggling, and beast-like gasps.
The woman struggled fiercely, yet remained silent, neither crying out in despair nor cursing loudly, in stark contrast to the women in other rooms.
Two guards at the door had peculiar expressions—curious, envious, and almost drooling, their ears twitching slightly as they strained to eavesdrop.
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Ling Yi Zi slowly unleashed "Ask the Way."
He was well aware that Li Xiaolou and her subordinates would not recognize him, and he absolutely could not reveal this secret. Thus, there was only one battle ahead, but before that, he could set up a small scheme.
With a flick of his hand inside his sleeve, a sound transmission talisman flew out silently, transforming into a Little Yellow Paper Bird once it traveled over a hundred feet away, flapping its wings and disappearing into the clouds.
This was a secret technique of the Immortal Sect, and the Demon Sect Monster indeed did not notice.
Ling Yi Zi shouted loudly, and the "Ask the Way" Divine Weapon suddenly vanished. However, a white light like autumn water expanded rapidly in the heavens and earth, suddenly revealing an imposing five-clawed White Dragon with curling horns and white scales, sweeping through the air as it charged toward the eight enemies.
The four Azure Guardians and four of Li Xiaolou's subordinates simultaneously waved their hands; the Soul Summoning and Spirit Refining Banner flew out silently. Each person had only one roll, which transformed the charging solid white Dragon Shadow into a Phantom. The White Dragon struck down seven people before reaching the last one, an Azure Guardian. The Soul Summoning and Spirit Refining Banner turned from virtual to real, solidly hitting the White Dragon.
The White Dragon let out a mournful cry and revealed its true form—it was indeed the Divine Weapon "Ask the Way."
Ling Yi Zi shouted: "Ask the Way!"
Suddenly, "Ask the Way" Divine Weapon vanished again. But snowflakes began to fly in the air. These snowflakes were brilliantly white; upon closer inspection, they were not snowflakes at all but rather "blade" flowers! Each petal was formed by blade tips swiftly slicing through the sky. Due to their speed, all the blades created crystalline snowflakes as they cut through the air.
The blade light grew faster and faster, and the "snowflakes" multiplied. Suddenly, a vacuum vortex formed as the air was drawn away. A true Clearing appeared amidst the clouds. At that moment, real snowflakes began to fall from the sky, bringing an overwhelming chill that drifted into this true Clearing without melting—each flake clear and beautifully crystalline beyond compare.
However, the eight members of the Azure Guardian did not find it beautiful, because this true Clearing Zone was generated with them at its center, where countless blades of light mixed with real snowflakes, making it difficult to distinguish between the Divine Weapon and the snowflakes!
A mistake here could be fatal!
The eight of them moved again, but they quickly realized that they could not break free from this dark true Clearing Zone filled with sparkling snowflakes.
In just a moment, they came up with a plan. The Black Light flashed, and eight black banners connected like a vast ocean, continuously extending outward.
As long as they could escape this true Clearing Zone, Ling Yi Zi's technique would be broken.
Now it was a contest of spiritual power!
Ling Yi Zi was rapidly consuming his spiritual energy, his figure already transforming into "snowflakes."
At the same time, the Soul Summoning and Spirit Refining Banner was also quickly draining the Yin Power from the eight Demon Sect Nascent Soul Experts.
Whoever exhausted their spiritual energy first would lose.
The true Clearing Zone could not maintain its extension, while the "snowflakes" were becoming increasingly sparse. Meanwhile, the speed of the Black Light's expansion was accelerating. Countless Yin Ghost Skeletons appeared on the banner, grinning with wide mouths in a chilling manner.
Sweat appeared on Ling Yi Zi's forehead as his figure began to reveal itself.
The eight could not help but grin; it was about to break, it would break within half a breath!
Finally, with a muffled sound, Ling Yi Zi's figure fully materialized. In an instant, he flashed a hundred feet away, his eyes fixed on the Demon without blinking, as a trickle of Purple Blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.
A loud rumble echoed, and the air surged in from all directions, creating a tremendous sound, as if a thunderclap had struck from the heavens.
After the thunder, the eight individuals appeared unscathed. They swiftly moved again, surrounding Ling Yi Zi at the center.
This time, Ling Yi Zi remained still. Suddenly, he smiled; this smile was like spring returning to the earth, bringing life back to all things, pure and flawless like the first rays of sunlight on a mountain. It was a genuine expression of joy.
The eight members of the Demon Sect, all Nascent Soul Experts, were momentarily baffled.
One of them couldn't help but ask, "You're surrounded by us and yet you smile?"
Ling Yi Zi did not respond.
Then, from a hundred feet away, someone coldly remarked, "He is laughing at you fools! You don't even realize you're like a mantis stalking a cicada while a yellow oriole is behind you!"
Only then did the eight realize that Li Xiaolou's presence had vanished; there was clearly a stranger there.
A tall young man was watching them coldly from a distance. With a wave of his hand, Li Xiaolou reappeared.
She was immobilized; a thin silver-white thread that seemed inconspicuous was tightly constricting her flesh, pulling so tightly that her chest nearly split into three parts. Her face turned purple-red, yet she couldn't utter a single word.
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