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Lu Changsheng's back was no longer hunched. His once-withered body swelled as though filling with air, while Martial Astral Force, so thick it was almost solid, coursed around him and sliced the surrounding air into shrill whistles.

"No mercy."

He spoke those three words without a hysterical roar, only the chill of someone stating a fact.

In his eyes burned pure killing intent, fermented and refined over three hundred years, without a drop of anything else mixed in.

This was no trick, and no empty threat.

If Qing Wuming dared utter even half a word of refusal, this fiend who had just broken his shackles and stepped into the realm of Peerless Grandmaster would spring forward without hesitation and tear the Dragon-Pig Imperial Clan member before him to pieces.

"You..."

Qing Wuming's face, covered in black scales, turned a sickly mix of blue and black, uglier than the bottom of a pot.

The formidable dragon horns on his head trembled slightly, and his chest heaved.

As ruler of Linjiang Demon City, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

A household slave the Demon Race had worked like a dog for three hundred years had, at this crucial moment, torn up his contract before the eyes of the world and bitten his master where it hurt most.

Qing Wuming gritted his teeth. Rage filled his eyes, along with deep wariness.

The slave had turned on his master. I truly misjudged him.

The Nine-Toothed Rake hummed in his hand, and Demon Aura surged wildly through his body, yet he did not take that step.

For he knew full well that Lu Changsheng was no longer a slave he could knead and squeeze at will.

The pressure of a Peerless Grandmaster made his demon body, grievously wounded beneath the Dog-Head Guillotine, tremble on