"It was him!"
Upon hearing the title Emperor Consort of the Northern Profound Heaven, Xuanming Yin Deity and Ximen Hong both revealed murderous intent in their eyes.
Their hatred ran so deep because the enmity between Lin Xuan and the Red Pavilion was simply too profound!
The last time the Red Pavilion was destroyed, Xuanming Yin Deity had considered that his divine art was not yet complete, and that after the Red Pavilion reentered the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain, it had yet to gain a firm foothold.
Thus, he had ordered all disciples to endure patiently and avoid any direct conflict with Lin Xuan.
Their original plan had been for the disciples to create enough Ghost Domains throughout the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain, then use the inexhaustible ghost qi from those domains to vastly raise their combat strength and defenses before taking revenge on Lin Xuan.
Yet in just a few short months, Lin Xuan had destroyed another branch faction of the Red Pavilion.
"Fine, Emperor Consort of the Northern Profound Heaven! This Yin Deity has just completed his divine art and was planning to seek you out, yet you have added another debt of blood to our grudge!"
"If this Yin Deity does not skin you alive and pull out your tendons, how can I soothe the hatred in my heart?!"
A cold gleam burst from Xuanming Yin Deity's blood-red pupils. He clenched both fists and ground his teeth.
Streams of dark crimson light erupted from his body, tearing apart the surrounding space for tens of thousands of miles.
Ximen Hong and all the ghost cultivators present felt their minds explode. Countless roars and howls of ancient ghostly creatures rang madly in their heads, nearly shattering their skulls.
That invisible, terrifying pressure weighed upon their hearts like ten billion