Ling Zhao Isn't Qualified-Then What About Me?

"A confrontation?"

"What do you wish to confront me about?!"

Yousu Lian's voice rang out through the Qingqiu Illusion Realm, and a pair of majestic, noble violet eyes appeared above the boundless clouds.

The Demon Venerable of Nine Illusions and Myriad Forms, Yousu Lian, had finally shown himself within the Qingqiu Illusion Realm.

With the Demon Venerable's appearance, the Qingqiu Illusion Realm—which had remained deathly still and unresponsive while Jiang Sheng, Kui Yue, and the others fought their fierce magical battles—seemed to welcome its master. The entire world appeared to come alive to greet Qingqiu's current clan chief.

In an instant, fierce astral winds howled and heavenly fire surged. Amid the radiance of countless stars, Yousu Lian's eyes resembled those of a heavenly god. His might was as fathomless as an abyss, as dreadful as a prison, forcing every living creature in the illusion realm to bow.

Facing the undisguised Mahayana pressure in the heavens, Kui Yue felt the space around him congeal. All the spiritual resonance and origin energy between heaven and earth vanished without a trace, leaving only a crushing weight of countless millions of tons enveloping him, as though determined to force him flat on the ground.

"Lingyuan."

Even under the direct pressure of a Great Vehicle Demon Venerable, Kui Yue had not forgotten Jiang Sheng.

After all, while he himself remained in good condition, Jiang Sheng had endured one grueling battle after another, fighting four rounds in succession. How much magical power had he consumed? How exhausted must his mind have been?

Even if Jiang Sheng still appeared well, he might actually have been an arrow at the end of its flight, barely holding on. The Mahayana pressure Yousu Lian unleashed now could well be the final straw that broke the camel's back and crushed Jiang