"Good! Very good!"
The Red-Haired Cult Leader laughed in fury, the blood in the Blood Pool churning violently. "A mere Golden Core cultivator dares threaten me!"
He slammed his palm against the Blood Pool. Nine pillars of blood shot skyward, gathering into an enormous bloody hand beneath the hall's ceiling. "Today, I'll show you the true might of a Nascent Soul!"
Boom!
The bloody hand descended with the force to destroy heaven and earth, making the entire hall tremble.
Su Muqing and Zhao Qi went deathly pale, barely able to remain standing beneath its pressure.
"If you could defeat me so easily, what sort of grandmaster of the Formation Dao would I be?"
Li Yunjing remained utterly motionless, a cold smile instead curling his lips.
The Formation Disk in his hand suddenly blazed with dazzling lightning. Nine purple thunderbolts soared like flood dragons, instantly piercing the bloody hand.
Boom!
Their momentum undiminished, the thunderbolts hurtled straight toward the Red-Haired Cult Leader!
"What?!"
The Red-Haired Cult Leader blanched and hurriedly summoned a blood-colored shield.
The shield collided with the lightning in a deafening explosion.
Crack!
The blood-colored shield shattered, and the shock wave drove the Red-Haired Cult Leader several steps backward. A trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.
"Now, can we have a proper discussion?"
Li Yunjing stood with his hands behind his back, the Formation Disk slowly rotating in his palm, ready to unleash a second attack at any moment.
The Red-Haired Cult Leader's expression shifted repeatedly. Finally, he gritted his teeth. "What do you want?"
"Very simple."
Li Yunjing held up three fingers. "First, compensate me with three fourth-tier magical treasures. Second, tell me the demonic cult's recent plans. Third..."
A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. "What has happened in the Jin Kingdom recently? Why