The hall was no longer a hall.
All that remained were shattered walls and demon remains strewn across the floor.
Pools of blood lay like mirrors, reflecting the gray sky through the broken ceiling.
The two surviving demons had long since been scared out of their wits. They lay collapsed in a corner, trembling like grain in a sieve.
Jiang Yuechu stood quietly.
Her gaze settled on the silver-haired crone in one corner of the hall, who had not moved a single step from beginning to end.
Jiang Yuechu had seen far too many people who put on such mystical airs.
At first, every one of them appeared serene and aloof, with the bearing of an immortal.
Yet which of them had learned to speak humbly before she shattered every bone in their body?
She lifted her chin slightly, savage malice spreading like ink through her pitch-black eyes.
"Are all these corpses still not enough for you to see this emperor clearly?"
At her words, the crone actually revealed the faintest smile.
"Indeed... Not only have I seen it, but you are even more overbearing than I imagined. What a pity, though."
Jiang Yuechu's brow shifted slightly.
"What's a pity?"
"What a pity." She sighed softly. "A pity that someone with such heaven-reaching power does not carry the blood of our Demon Race."
"..."
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes slightly.
Ever since she entered You Mountain, neither the demons in Cinnabar Radiance City, nor Tianzhu Elder of Lost River Valley, nor Demon Emperor Azure Parasol, who had filled the hall just moments ago, had seen through her.
Not one had discerned her true identity.
Once she activated the Black Heaven Body-Forging Scripture, killing intent surged around her like a tide, with countless demon souls imprisoned within her apertures.
Moreover, her