Such a feat would have shaken the entire Nine Provinces if word got out.
In the brief span of a single stick of incense, it was over.
The battle cries and screams along the ancient road gradually died away.
When the last Demon Race expert fell, the entire ancient road had become a hellscape of slaughter.
Severed limbs and fragments of magical artifacts littered the ground.
The thick stench of blood rose into the sky, almost enough to stain the night red.
Chen Changqing hovered in midair, his white robes still spotless.
He raised his hand, and the Heaven Treading Ring shone, collecting every ownerless storage artifact on the ground.
Only after finishing did he descend to Liu Ruyan's side.
"Let's go."
"Where?" Liu Ruyan asked instinctively.
"Back to Shushan."
Chen Changqing took her hand and walked toward the end of the ancient road, as though the bloody hell behind him had nothing to do with him.
Deep within the sea of clouds stood a floating island.
The Heavenly Demon City Lord set down his teacup and remained silent for a long time.
The screen of light before him clearly displayed everything that had happened outside the city.
From Chen Changqing toying with the Crimson Flame Young Lord to the one-sided slaughter at the end, he had watched every moment.
"That brat..."
The Heavenly Demon City Lord's face twitched slightly.
"He's far more ruthless than his Grandmaster was back then."
He had lived for thousands of years and seen no shortage of ruthless people. The Demon Race, in particular, had never lacked brutal individuals.
Yet this was the first time he had seen a young man like Chen Changqing, so decisive in slaughter, treating lives like blades of grass, while his state of mind remained utterly unruffled.
That was