He raised his head and looked at Young Master Chiyan.
"You're next."
Young Master Chiyan shuddered from head to toe, finally stripped of his earlier arrogance.
"Stop him! Stop him for this young master!"
Several dozen Demon Kings charged forward despite themselves.
Chen Changqing raised his sword.
At that moment, the ancient road outside the city had completely transformed into a killing ground.
Deep within the sea of clouds.
The Heavenly Demon City Lord stood at the edge of a floating island, holding a teacup in his hand.
An ancient stele beside him projected a screen of light, displaying the battle beyond the city.
Watching Chen Changqing cut down more than a dozen Demon Kings with a single stroke, his brow twitched.
"That old fellow Wu Zhen really picked up a troublesome grand-disciple."
Behind a distant bamboo grove, the old demon guarding the island spoke quietly.
"My Lord, will you not intervene?"
"Intervene in what?"
The Heavenly Demon City Lord took a sip of tea.
"What happens outside the city is none of my concern."
After a pause, he added, "Watch a little longer. If this kid truly slaughters his way through the three great royal clans, the Demon Domain will be lively tomorrow."
In the light screen, Chen Changqing had already stepped over the corpses littering the ground.
Young Master Chiyan retreated to a bronze war chariot and tremblingly crushed a black Jade Talisman.
The instant the talisman shattered, a deep drumbeat suddenly resounded from the depths of the night sky.
A towering figure clad in black armor stepped out from the torn void.
The pressure of a True Lord descended, and the ground along the entire ancient road sank in unison.
Young Master Chiyan finally laughed.
"Chen Changqing!"
"Aren't you good at fighting?"
"This young master wants to