Such a record, if word got out, would be enough to shake the entire Nine Provinces.
In the brief time it took for an incense stick to burn.
The shouts of battle and screams along the ancient road gradually subsided.
When the last demon expert fell, the entire ancient road had become a slaughterhouse.
Severed limbs, broken arms, and fragments of magic treasures littered the ground.
The thick stench of blood surged into the sky, nearly staining the night red.
Chen Changqing hovered in midair, his white robes as spotless as ever.
He raised a hand, and the Heaven-Stepping Ring flashed, sweeping up every ownerless storage treasure from the ground.
Only after finishing this did he descend to Liu Ruyan's side.
"Let's go."
"Where to?" Liu Ruyan asked instinctively.
"Back to Shu Mountain."
Chen Changqing took her hand and headed toward the end of the ancient road, as though the bloody hellscape behind him had nothing to do with him.
Deep within the sea of clouds stood a floating island.
The Heavenly Demon City Lord set down his teacup and remained silent for a long while.
The light screen before him clearly displayed everything that had happened outside the city.
From Chen Changqing toying with Young Master Chiyan to the final one-sided slaughter, he had watched every scene without missing a single moment.
"This kid..."
The Heavenly Demon City Lord's face twitched slightly.
"He's far more ruthless than his grandmaster was back then."
He had lived for thousands of years and seen no shortage of ruthless figures. Among the demon clans, brutal beings had never been scarce.
Yet it was his first time seeing a young man like Chen Changqing—decisive in slaughter, treating life as worthless as grass, while his state of mind remained utterly unruffled.
It was not