Slaying the Palace Lord

"Sacred Emperor Qin! Netherworld Hall has long enjoyed good relations with our Demon Ruins. Could you give the Demon Ruins and Nine Nether Land some face?"

Seeing Wang Ci's situation grow increasingly dire, Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord hurriedly shouted. He was quite adept at reading people; he had realized Qin Jun had not known Young Master You's identity before, because Qin Jun's expression had changed after hearing the discussions below.

With the Demon Ruins and Nine Nether Land together, aside from that existence, who in the world would dare refuse them face?

Yet Qin Jun directly ignored him.

Though Nine Nether Land was powerful enough that Qin Jun did not dare clash with it for now, that did not mean he feared it.

He only needed to spare Young Master You's life for now. As long as Young Master You did not die, the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor would not make things difficult for him.

Once his wings had fully grown, even Nine Nether Land would be beneath his feet.

Whoosh—

At that moment, Hou Yi's arrow pierced through the back of Wang Ci's head and flew out from between his brows, splattering blood everywhere.

Wang Ci's expression instantly froze. Having reached the perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm, his head had not exploded from the shot, nor had he died on the spot.

The Chongming Bird charged in with a string of afterimages, madly piercing through Wang Ci's body. Wang Ci was like a punching bag, utterly unable to resist as blood sprayed in every direction.

Yang Jian floated in the distance, watching the battle with amazement written all over his face.

This was a battle at the very peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm. Whether it was Hou Yi's arrow speed or the Chongming Bird's speed, Yang