You Chenzi narrowed his eyes slightly, killing intent fully revealed within them.
"Old Loach, is that you?"
"Move aside!"
"Otherwise, this poor Daoist will pull out your dragon sinews and skin your dragon hide today!"
Jiaomo sighed, yet refused to take even one step back.
"Why must Daoist be so furious?"
"The Little Saint King merely went into the city to seek justice for my White Flood Dragon Clan. If that human girl is willing to obediently accept death, the people throughout the city will naturally remain unharmed."
"But if Daoist insists on interfering..."
A cold glint flashed through Jiaomo's eyes, and demonic aura surged around him like sea tides.
"Then this old skeleton of mine will have no choice but to accompany Daoist and exchange a few moves up here among the clouds today!"
Upon hearing this.
You Chenzi's heart sank.
Although this old loach's abilities were inferior to his, he was still a genuine Mountain-Viewing Realm expert.
If it held him back for even a moment...
The Liangzhou City below would probably have already become a living hell.
You Chenzi drew a deep breath. Azure qi coiled around his body, and the faint outline of a simple ancient blue lamp appeared and vanished above his Spirit Terrace.
"Since you want to die."
"Then this poor Daoist... will grant your wish!"
Within Liangzhou City, atop the ruins.
Smoke and dust rolled everywhere, while wails filled the land.
The Demon King Qiankun hovered in midair, the Painted Halberd in his hand pointing toward the ground below.
His golden armor shimmered, just like a heavenly god descended to the mortal realm.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of compassion in his eyes—only brutality.
"There's still half an incense stick's time."
Within the rear courtyard of the Regional Command.
Wei