Seven Star Island, Beautiful Face

There was no need to recount what happened afterward. Hongling naturally found that despicable wretch with ease. Huangmu True Person's terror could well be imagined; seeing the murderous look on the female cultivator's face, he knew this matter could no longer end peacefully.

In terms of cultivation, Hongling was naturally far above him, but as a Demon Cultivator, Huangmu True Person's techniques had their own rather unique points.

In particular, several evil arts he practiced had reached an inconceivable level of power.

However, after a great battle, that despicable man was ultimately defeated. Huangmu True Person fled with his head in his hands like a scurrying rat, yet Hongling hated this beast to the bone—how could she possibly let him escape so easily?

With one chasing and the other fleeing, the two entered Mang Mountain. Huangmu True Person's thinking was very simple: after experiencing Hongling's strength, he had already thrown his face beyond the ninth heaven and hoped to use the assembly's rules to make the other side fear hitting the rat for fear of breaking the vase.

However, the result did not go as he wished. First, Hongling was not a cultivator from Demon Spirit Island at all and knew nothing of the Mang Mountain Assembly's rules. Second, with her extremely proud, better-broken-than-bent nature, so what if she did know? Those who deserved killing still had to be killed.

Thus, the situation evolved into what it was now.

Of course, Hongling was not stupid either. This place was clearly not suitable for lingering.

With a sweep of her jade hand, she had already sacrificed the Spirit Piercing Ring magic treasure.

An astonishing surge of spiritual energy spread through the surroundings.

"This woman is not a Demon Cultivator!"

A strange glint flashed through Bailu Boy's eyes. He exchanged a glance