Will You Hand It Over?

"Will you hand it over? Will you hand it over? Hm?!"

Several days later, at the main peak of Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds.

Before the Incense-Fire Power altar, three demons stationed by Blackwater Pool were trembling uncontrollably, their backs pressed against the altar, their faces deathly pale with terror.

The Cosmic Demon King held a great halberd in one hand while the other brazenly slapped one of the Blackwater Pool demons across the cheek.

"This king is asking you a question. Where's the Merit? Where did you hide it?"

The stationed demon said shakily, "Th-this is Blackwater Pool's sacred Incense-Fire Power site. Aren't you afraid of the Ancestor..."

Slap!

The Cosmic Demon King backhanded it with a vicious slap.

Sending the demon spinning half a circle where it stood.

"Ancestor, Ancestor—every day you keep your Ancestor on your lips. What, is the Ancestor your father?"

Having said that.

The Cosmic Demon King slowly raised his great halberd and pointed its tip at the demon's throat.

"Hurry up. Don't force this king to search you personally. Hand over all the Merit you've gathered. If you keep dragging this out... heh heh, the master won't even need to act. This king will chop you up first."

Not far away, atop a bluestone.

Jiang Yuechu sat cross-legged in white robes, silent and still.

Her cool eyes watched the scene without a word.

The threatened demon caught sight of the slender young woman from the corner of its eye, and stormy waves rose in its heart.

It simply could not understand it. This was Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds!

Who had not heard of Golden Thread Ancestor's illustrious name?

How could anyone dare to openly rob Blackwater Pool's Incense-Fire Power altar?

What was even more fatal was that this female cultivator