The hall was no longer a hall.
Only broken walls and rubble remained, along with the demon corpses strewn across the floor.
The pool of blood gleamed like a mirror, reflecting the gray sky visible through the gaping hole in the ceiling.
The two surviving demons had long since been scared witless. They huddled in a corner, trembling like leaves in the wind.
Jiang Yuechu stood perfectly still.
Her gaze rested on the Silver-Haired Old Woman, who had not moved an inch from the corner of the hall this whole time.
Jiang Yuechu had seen too many people who put on airs and tried to mystify others.
At first, every one of them had been unruffled, with the bearing of an immortal.
Yet each had needed to have every bone in their body shattered by her before they learned to lower their heads and speak properly.
She raised her chin slightly. In her dark eyes, a murderous ferocity spread like ink.
"Are all these corpses still not enough to show you what I am?"
At her words, the old woman actually gave a faint smile.
"Yes... I've seen it for myself, and you're even more domineering than I imagined. It's just a pity."
Jiang Yuechu's brow twitched.
"What's a pity?"
"A pity, that's all." She sighed softly. "A figure of such transcendent power, and yet you aren't of the Demon Race."
"..."
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes slightly.
Since she had entered You Mountain, none of the demons in Danhua City, Elder Tianzhu of Wanchuan Valley, or the Qingwu Demon Emperor who had filled the hall moments ago had seen through her true identity.
Once the Great Black Heaven Body-Forging Scripture was activated, baleful energy surged around her like a tide, and her acupoints held countless demon souls captive.
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