Slaying Generals, Sealing Gods

Ling Qing's methods were airtight, leaving him not a single sliver of room to catch his breath.

From his sudden attack to his suppression, only an instant had passed.

He was immensely satisfied with the result, thinking to himself, Good thing I prepared quite a few methods for fighting Earth Immortals.

And I had Daoji and Fahai to practice on. Otherwise, I truly might not have been able to subdue this snake demon so easily.

Still, Ling Qing understood that this snake demon before him possessed only its realm and magical power, with no divine abilities or magical treasures to speak of.

It was unlike Fahai. Though only at the peak of the Human Immortal realm, not only was his magical power formidable, but he also had two treasures to protect himself.

Nor was it like Bai Suzhen. Though she possessed no great magical treasures, her realm was high and her magical power strong.

Most importantly, her divine abilities were vast.

Samadhi True Fire, calculating yin and yang, summoning wind and rain, overturning rivers and seas, and more.

Let alone demons, how many Daoist disciples of proper lineage could cultivate divine abilities like hers?

Demons like the snake demon before him were the usual state of Demon Cultivators without roots or backing.

Its demonic power was no weaker than Bai Suzhen's, yet because it had little real ability, it did not even dare undergo the heavenly tribulation, remaining stuck at its realm all this time.

Ling Qing swept his whisk through the air and asked, "Where did you cultivate, demon? And what is your relationship with Hua Qingfeng?"

The snake demon hurriedly cried, "This little demon cultivated at nearby Mount Pangu. Hua Qingfeng and I merely addressed each other as fellow Daoists; there truly is no great connection between us!"