He took a step forward.
Winds surged, clouds billowed, and heaven and earth changed color.
True Lord Weihan's body was wreathed in pale-blue icy true energy.
As it coiled around him, it had already occupied half the azure sky.
His gaze burned like divine fire, blazing into roaring torches and intertwining with the icy true energy to form vast clouds of steam.
His face was filled with composure and smiles, as though the demon across from him had already become a turtle in a jar.
The Grand Elder had naturally sensed the blood-baleful demonic qi on the red-haired cultivator, but there had never been a clear boundary between righteous and demonic paths. Since the other party came from the Falling Flame Daoist Field, they had to give the Heavenly Sun Divine Sect some face. Now that Pei Jiasheng had exposed it outright, it was difficult for him to keep stopping him. Otherwise, people might truly think the Pei Clan had to live by the Heavenly Sun Divine Sect's breath.
"His strength has improved again."
Pei Mingru, clad in black robes, looked gravely at True Lord Weihan walking at the forefront.
Pei Yezheng shifted his gaze back from the Grand Elder's side. The three elders wore differing expressions. The Grand Elder had initially tried to stop him, but when the demon cultivator across the way revealed soaring Baleful Intent, he fell silent and, while deep in thought, did not continue intervening.
The black-robed elder frowned.
The white-haired old ancestral uncle still looked drowsy, seemingly lacking the reaction of the direct-line cultivators toward this exposed demon cultivator.
Only the cultivators seated below the hundredth seat wore varied expressions—astonishment, surprise, horror, bewilderment...
None of them had expected it.
The so-called genius of the Heavenly Sun Divine Sect actually possessed such dense blood-slaughter demonic