The Mysterious Person in the Sedan

"Senior Brother, stop wasting words with him! There are so many of us—we can definitely kill him! His head is worth a fortune!"

A young man in black shouted loudly. This group of Netherworld Hall disciples was very young; the oldest was no more than five hundred years old. To high-level cultivators, five hundred years was nothing at all.

The handsome young man in white at the head of the group was a sword cultivator named Hua Qijie. He possessed seventh-level True Immortal Realm cultivation and was a highly renowned genius within Netherworld Hall.

Hua Qijie swept his gaze around. The thirty-six fellow disciples accompanying him were all gritting their teeth as they glared at Lang Ren'e.

"Kill him!" Hua Qijie shouted, swinging his sword. He took the lead with a slash, sending a sword aura thirty meters long tearing through the air and reaching Lang Ren'e in the blink of an eye.

Lang Ren'e remained completely calm. With a swing of his long whip, he shattered the sword aura directly.

"I'm done playing with you. Today, you will all die!"

Lang Ren'e said coldly. As he spoke, he suddenly spread his arms, and surging demonic energy erupted from his body.

He was actually a demonic cultivator!

In most cases, among cultivators of the same realm, demonic cultivators were stronger. Aside from their vicious methods, it was also because of their cultivation techniques. Demonic techniques were all extremely domineering, making it easy for people to fall into demonic ways.

"Roar—"

"Roar!"

At that moment, waves of dragon roars rang out. Overwhelmingly tyrannical auras also bore down from the horizon, startling Hua Qijie, Lang Ren'e, and the others into looking up in unison.

The next second, everyone's mouths fell open in stunned disbelief.

Nine majestic dragons were pulling a golden sedan