Who is This Person

Zhou Cheng's tone was cold. "That's right, I ordered the deaths of the Four Great Dharma Kings."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Face Left Envoy's eyes flared with intense killing intent. He let out a laugh that sounded like a night owl, suddenly launching himself into the air and slashing his long blade toward Zhou Cheng once more.

This time, his speed was even greater and his blade aura even more ferocious!

"Just two Xiantian Seventh Stage experts!"

"Today, all five of you will die!"

Since Zhou Cheng had only brought Qin Meng and the other three out, there were five of them in total.

As the Demon Face Left Envoy's blade descended toward Zhou Cheng, a streak of light suddenly appeared without warning. Accompanied by a piercing whistle, it shot straight toward the Demon Face Left Envoy's throat.

The Demon Face Left Envoy was startled and twisted his body in a panic, barely dodging the streak of light. It grazed his throat and embedded itself into a large tree dozens of meters away, piercing straight through the trunk.

The Demon Face Left Envoy broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked over to see that Jiang Chen had somehow produced a large bow in his hands.

Another Xiantian Seventh Stage!

At this moment, Qin Meng and Lin Ru both leaped up, one from the left and one from the right, attacking with blade and sword respectively.

Yang Yu's long spear thrust out, and instantly, eighteen spear gleams appeared, enveloping the opponent's entire body.

Seeing Yang Yu make his move, the Demon Face Left Envoy's expression finally changed. Yet another Xiantian Seventh Stage!

Who exactly was this owner of the Demon God Smithy to have four Xiantian Seventh Stage experts following him?

Suddenly, two more cold glints shot toward him. He dodged in a panic as two arrows grazed his face; Jiang Chen had fired his bow again.

With Qin Meng, Lin Ru, and Yang Yu attacking at close range while Jiang Chen provided support from afar, the Demon Face Left Envoy was forced into a continuous retreat, his fury mounting.

"Mad Demon Blade!"

He leaped into the air, his long blade spinning rapidly. The blade aura whirled like a top, slashing toward the three men.

However, Qin Meng and his companions performed a "Great Roc Spreading Wings" maneuver, leaping up to dodge the blade aura one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the five of them exchanged over a dozen moves. Every strike was lethal and perilous, and the trees in the surrounding forest were leveled by the clash of their blade and sword auras.

Many trees as thick as a man's waist were repeatedly pierced through by the tip of Yang Yu's spear.

What shocked the Demon Face Left Envoy most was that the combat power of Qin Meng's group far exceeded his expectations. Although they were all at the Xiantian Seventh Stage, their strength was in no way inferior to many at the Xiantian Ninth Stage.

Furthermore, Jiang Chen's arrows from afar were impossible to guard against. After several exchanges, he found himself constantly on the defensive, unable to mount a proper counterattack.

After more than thirty moves, the Demon Face Left Envoy's right arm was grazed by Qin Meng's blade aura, instantly staining his sleeve red.

As the battle continued, the wounds on the Demon Face Left Envoy's body gradually increased.

Every time he tried to flee, he was forced back by Jiang Chen's arrows.

After a hundred moves, the Demon Face Left Envoy had over a dozen wounds across his body.

Blood had almost completely dyed his upper body red.

He grew calm instead; he knew that if this continued, he would surely die. He had to find a chance to break the deadlock. Suddenly, he spotted Zhou Cheng standing in the distance.

He hurled his long blade with a sudden burst of force, driving Qin Meng and the others back, then flashed toward Zhou Cheng, attempting to seize him with a grabbing technique.

Just then, a deafening phoenix cry resounded through the heavens. He saw the unremarkable icy-blue bird on Zhou Cheng's shoulder surge with light, instantly transforming into a ferocious beast over a dozen meters long.

The Ice Snow Phoenix struck with a claw, landing squarely on the Demon Face Left Envoy's chest.

The Demon Face Left Envoy flew backward, coughing up blood incessantly.

He looked at the giant beast before him in terror and disbelief. "A divine beast, a phoenix!"

At this moment, Qin Meng's long blade flew through the air, piercing straight through the Demon Face Left Envoy's chest.

Blood gushed from the Demon Face Left Envoy's mouth. As he lay on the ground, he suddenly grinned. "I never expected that I, who have roamed the world as Demon Face, would end up dying here."

Zhou Cheng approached him and flicked his finger, lifting the opponent's mask to reveal a gaunt face; the man appeared to be in his fifties.

"Who are you?" the Demon Face Left Envoy asked in a weak voice. "Why oppose my Demonic Cult?"

Zhou Cheng dispelled the Demon God Array of the Demon God Garment, the demonic energy around him fading to reveal a youthful face.

Seeing Zhou Cheng's true appearance, the Demon Face Left Envoy's eyes widened. He never imagined that the owner of the Demon God Smithy was merely a boy of thirteen or fourteen.

"Why oppose your Demonic Cult?" Zhou Cheng's eyes were cold. "My name is Zhou Cheng."

The Demon Face Left Envoy was shaken. "Zhou Cheng! You are Zhou Wei's son!" At this, he gave a miserable laugh. "So that's it. So that's it."

Just then, he suddenly pulled out Qin Meng's blade with his right hand and used his left to strike a palm toward Zhou Cheng's chest with all his remaining strength.

Bang!

The Demon Face Left Envoy's final desperate strike landed on Zhou Cheng's chest.

As his palm connected, a terrifying devouring force suddenly erupted from Zhou Cheng's chest, and the Demon Face Left Envoy's hand was tightly suctioned to it.

Immediately after, he discovered in horror that the internal energy within his body was pouring uncontrollably into Zhou Cheng's chest.

What was happening?!

He tried to pull his hand away, but found it firmly stuck, unable to break free no matter how hard he struggled.

Zhou Cheng saw this and was equally surprised.

At this moment, the system's voice rang out.

"Your Northern Dark Divine Technique has automatically devoured one year of the opponent's internal energy, helping you clear your third meridian, the Thrusting Vessel, and assisting you in breaking through to the third level of Qi Refining!"

Zhou Cheng felt a jolt within his body as the Thrusting Vessel was cleared, his internal energy surging and rushing through the Conception Vessel, Governing Vessel, and Thrusting Vessel incessantly.

However, at that moment, the longsword in Lin Ru's hand pierced through the air; just as Zhou Cheng was about to open his mouth to stop him, the blade had already pierced the Demon Face Left Envoy's throat.

The Demon Face Left Envoy's life force faded away as he collapsed, his breath already gone by the time he hit the ground.

Looking at the lifeless Demon Face Left Envoy, Zhou Cheng felt quite helpless.

If the Northern Dark Divine Technique had continued to devour, it might have helped him clear his fourth, fifth, or even sixth meridian.

Zhou Cheng approached the corpse and searched it, finding a martial arts manual and a stack of banknotes; the banknotes were from the Great Feng Bank, and with quite large denominations of one thousand taels each, they totaled over ten thousand taels.

Zhou Cheng had Qin Meng take the opponent's long saber, and then he left the scene with Qin Meng and the others.

Not long after Zhou Cheng and his group had departed, a large crowd was seen rushing toward the area, clearly drawn by the commotion of the fight.

The arrivals were experts from the Grand Tutor Mansion and the Six Fan Sect.

Leading them was Gao Yi, the grandson of the Grand Tutor.

After Gao Yi and the experts from the Grand Tutor Mansion and the Six Fan Sect arrived at the scene and saw the chaotic state of the surroundings, they were all secretly shocked.

"Such astonishing saber qi and Sword Qi!"

"It must be an Innate Grandmaster!"

"Who is this person?"

They stared at the corpse of the Demon Face Left Envoy.

A constable from the Six Fan Sect picked up the mask lying beside the corpse, examined it, and his expression changed: "It is the Demon Face of the Demon Face Left Envoy!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd was greatly alarmed and gathered around one after another.

A moment later, the gazes of Gao Yi and the others fell upon the corpse.