Qingqiu Divine Weapon

Han Zheng entered the Qingqiu Demon Country without passing the guards' inspection, making him an intruder. The formation alarms were immediately triggered.

The Qingqiu Demon Country had accumulated thousands of years of foundations, and the formations within this blessed grotto-heaven were countless.

But to the current Han Zheng, these formations were no different from paper mache.

Wherever Han Zheng passed, formation lights flashed, only to be forcibly crushed apart by the immense heaven-and-earth essence around him!

As he advanced, formations shattered one after another. In an instant, the entire blessed grotto-heaven descended into chaos!

At this moment, the Qingqiu Ancestor, who had still been resting in an afternoon nap, was awakened by the consecutive explosions of formations, utterly bewildered.

How many years had it been? When had their Qingqiu Demon Country ever been attacked at its very gates?

Not even their mortal enemy, the Bifang Demon Country, had ever fought its way into this blessed grotto-heaven.

Who had eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gall to dare do this now?

Before the Qingqiu Ancestor could speak, dozens of Qingqiu clansmen tumbled and crawled inside, shouting, "Ancestor, this is bad! Han Zheng has attacked us! Demon King Qingxun merely tried to activate the formation, and he was blown to pieces along with it!"

To the current Han Zheng, Yang God Realm Demon Kings could be slain with a wave of his hand. He scarcely needed to target them specifically.

"Outrageous! He is simply audacious beyond all bounds!"

The Qingqiu Ancestor smashed her favorite jade bed into fragments with a single slap. Her seductive peach-blossom eyes were filled with shock and fury.

How dared Han Zheng come to her Qingqiu Demon Country? How dared he?

But before the Qingqiu Ancestor had even finished raging, the entire Qingqiu hall suddenly began to shake