Just as Qin Fengming used the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword secret technique to completely slay the red-haired old man's Nascent Soul, in a strange interface that was neither the Spirit Realm nor the True Ghost Realm or True Demon Realm, within a vast mountain range shrouded in pitch-black mist, there stood a towering mountain peak that pierced the clouds.
Atop the mountain stood a grand cyan hall.
The towering hall was enveloped in cyan mist. Even upon reaching its vicinity, one could hardly discover, relying only on one's eyes, that a tall building existed within the dense cyan mist.
Within this magnificent structure, an angry roar suddenly rang out, shaking the surroundings. The dense cyan mist all around was stirred violently as well.
"Damn it! One of this old man's clones was actually slain."
"My lord, who could be so bold as to kill your clone on the Demon Yuan Continent? Please give the order. I'll take men to capture him and bring him before you for judgment."
At that moment, a red-haired old man sat cross-legged upon a tall wooden couch in the center of the great hall. Of the five wooden chairs below him, five cultivators likewise sat respectfully.
The five cultivators seated below had originally been discussing something in detail.
Suddenly, they saw the old man seated above turn gloomy, his body jolting violently as a surge of fury abruptly emerged. After he spoke in shock and rage, a terrifying, vicious aura suddenly spread out. The thunderous voice made the towering hall tremble.
When the five cultivators seated below saw this scene, their expressions immediately changed drastically. One of the middle-aged men even spoke up, bowing respectfully as he did so.
"Hmph. This matter indeed requires someone at the late Demon Lord stage to handle. Here