It Has Nothing to Do with You, Right? If You Won't Cooperate, I'll Slaughter You for Chicken Soup

The Stupa Demon Sect, which had lain dormant for so long, had surfaced again—and the moment it did, it caused a major sensation.

The South Barbarian Land, peaceful for so long, became lively once more. Spectators, information seekers, and people from all major factions began appearing in cities not far from the Nether Saint Sect.

Qin Yang was in no hurry to leave. He wanted to wait for more intelligence and see how things developed: whether the Nether Saint Sect's stronghold had withstood the Stupa Demon Sect's assault, and what result had come from the battle between the Great Ghost and the Nether Saint Sect experts in the secret realm beneath the Ghost Pit.

Since he had already meddled from the shadows, he could not leave things half-finished and allow the outcome to turn into something he did not want.

He had barely squatted down somewhere for a day before hearing that the matter at the Nether Saint Sect had already been settled.

It was said that the Nether Saint Sect's experts, together with the Great Ghost from the Ghost Pit, had charged out.

The Stupa Demon Sect experts, who had originally caught the Nether Saint Sect off guard, were caught off guard in turn.

Especially the Great Ghost of the Ghost Pit, who had previously fought the Nether Saint Sect to the death. No one knew what agreement he had reached with them, but he turned around and struck ruthlessly at the Stupa Demon Sect. In battle, he was savage and merciless, fearless of death.

That bald man from the Demon Buddha Lineage, reeking of evil qi from head to toe, had half his face chewed off by the frenzied Great Ghost.

The Stupa Demon Sect's experts retreated step by step, their morale plunging. Within a single day, they