"Rumble—!!"
A hole was suddenly blasted open above the cave, and a shaft of silvery moonlight streamed in.
Immediately afterward, a figure descended from the heavens.
Silvery moonlight pierced through dozens of zhang of rock. Di Nüfeng's seemingly powerless fist, carrying the force of wind and thunder, punched through the ceiling. The instant moonlight poured down like a waterfall—
A figure in fluttering azure robes descended through the air amid scattered crushed stone.
The instant her toes touched the sword hilt, the aura of the Tribulation Crossing Stage erupted with a thunderous boom.
Before Blood Disciple Hand's roar could leave his throat, half his body had already been smashed apart by a single punch.
The moment Di Nüfeng appeared, the demons in the cave manor were all intimidated, forgetting even how to flee.
All that could be heard was Patriarch Blood Disciple Hand's miserable screams.
Di Nüfeng stood with her hands behind her back, watching the scene indifferently.
"You brought me here to deal with this?"
Her tone was full of disdain. Was a petty demon like this even worth her effort?
Blood Disciple Hand still tried to resist, charging at Di Nüfeng.
Di Nüfeng flicked a finger.
In an instant, Blood Disciple Hand's main body was blasted out from within his hundred-zhang body.
The hundred-zhang body shattered inch by inch.
"Spare me, spare me! Immortal, spare me!"
"Heh, what a coward."
Di Nüfeng glanced around and noticed a centipede demon staring blankly into her eyes. She pointed at it with a casual wave.
"Kill it, and perhaps I'll spare you."
Blood Disciple Hand froze for a moment before swiftly realizing what she meant.
"Grandfather... it's me..."
The centipede demon had barely spoken before his voice abruptly stopped.
Blood Disciple Hand crushed his head.
"You'd even kill your own grandson.