A Lamp-Lighting strike... and it still couldn't hurt her?
Among ordinary Lotus-Planting Great Demons, You Wujiang considered himself a match for few.
But in the face of a second-generation demon like this, with ancient blood and a priceless treasure in his possession...
He was utterly powerless.
Demon King Qiankun was quite pleased with everyone's reaction.
"Now that you know your place..."
"Off with you!"
Before the words had even left his mouth,
golden light flashed.
Demon King Qiankun vanished from where he stood.
The next instant,
he appeared before Jiang Yuechu.
"Die—!!!"
The Painted Halberd, wrapped in a thunderous force, came crashing down.
However,
the grisly scene he expected never came.
It was as if a surging, roaring river had been abruptly cut off at its source in that instant.
Amid the clouds of dust,
the halberd's blade hung a mere three inches above the girl's head.
It could go no farther.
Demon King Qiankun's pupils shrank sharply.
Beneath the halberd's blade,
a slender hand had clamped around the edge of the Crescent Moon Spade.
Jiang Yuechu's head hung slightly, her hair covering most of her face.
Only her crimson cloak whipped in the raging currents of air.
"You..."
Demon King Qiankun was seized with terror.
He had put all his strength into that strike,
and poured most of the demon essence in his body into it.
How could she have stopped it so effortlessly?
Demon King Qiankun strained with both arms, his wings beating frantically behind him and whipping up gusts of foul wind.
Yet no matter how hard he tried,
the halberd wouldn't budge an inch!
Below him,
the girl, who had kept her head bowed, slowly straightened up.
Her crimson cloak surged like waves rising across a sea of blood.
Jiang Yuechu slowly raised her eyes.
On