Shangguan Yun's face abruptly darkened at Yang Jing's blunt, merciless attitude.
The gentle air around him vanished in an instant, replaced by cold killing intent that churned like ink.
He stared at Yang Jing and spoke in a low voice, viciousness and menace in his tone. "What? Young friend Yang, you don't intend to settle this peacefully?"
The moment his words fell, the terrifying aura around Shangguan Yun surged and erupted.
It was the vast pressure of the true qi realm, like a mountain of immense weight suddenly descending overhead. Black demonic qi curled around him, forming a thin mist.
The surviving Demon Cult martial artists nearby, and even Young Master Hai and the others kneeling in the distance, all felt as though a boulder had been laid on their chests beneath that overwhelming pressure.
Their breathing quickened and their faces paled. Even drawing breath became agonizingly difficult, and their bodies began trembling violently against their will.
That pressure almost frightened their souls out of their bodies.
Yet Yang Jing remained calm in the face of it.
He knew that while Shangguan Yun was powerful-a genuine true qi realm expert-he was still ultimately within the bounds of that realm. He had yet to reach the core realm, where qi transformed into astral force.
Now that Yang Jing himself had broken through to the true qi realm, Shangguan Yun was nowhere near capable of forcing him to retreat through pressure alone.
Watching Shangguan Yun's livid face and swelling aura, Yang Jing lifted the corners of his mouth into a faint, ambiguous smile. He nodded solemnly and uttered one clear, firm word. "Correct."
At Yang Jing's unhesitating resolve, which left no room for compromise, flames of fury blazed in Shangguan Yun's eyes.
He clenched his fists, demonic qi raging around him as