The Demon King Heir's Extravagance

"..."

You Chenzi narrowed his eyes, killing intent plain in them.

"You again, you old mud loach?"

"Move aside!"

"Or today I'll tear out your dragon sinews and flay your dragon hide!"

Jiao Mo sighed, but refused to retreat a single step.

"Why such anger, Daoist Master?"

"The young saint king only went into the city to seek justice for our White Flood Dragon Clan. If that human girl obediently accepts death, the people of the city will come to no harm."

"But if you insist on interfering..."

A cold glint flashed in Jiao Mo's eyes, and demonic qi surged around him like an ocean tide.

"Then these old bones of mine will have no choice but to trade a few moves with you above the clouds today!"

At those words,

You Chenzi's heart sank.

The old mud loach was no match for him, but he was still genuinely in the Mountain-Viewing Realm.

If Jiao Mo held him back for even a short while...

Liangzhou City below might already have become a living hell.

You Chenzi drew a deep breath. Azure qi curled around him, and an ancient green lamp flickered faintly above his Spirit Platform.

"If you want to die,"

"Then I'll grant your wish!"

Inside Liangzhou City, above the ruins,

Dust billowed, and cries of anguish rang out everywhere.

The Cosmic Demon King hung in midair, the Fangtian Halberd in his hand pointing toward the ground.

His golden armor gleamed, making him look like a god descended from heaven.

But there was not a trace of mercy in his eyes. Only brutality.

"Half an incense stick remains."

In the command office's rear courtyard,

Wei He had already drawn his blade, but his arm trembled under that terrifying pressure.

"Damn it... a Lotus-Seeding Realm Demon King..."

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