Zhang Yuan stood atop Mount Junya, his hands clasped behind his back as he watched everyone flee in panic, his expression calm.
The next instant.
Heaven and earth dimmed, and bloody light poured down. Vicious, razor-sharp vegetation began sprouting across the crystalline Mount Junya. Black winds howled, blowing the streaks of fleeing light from the sky one by one.
Dao Domain, [Great Grotto Yin-Scenery Immortal Domain].
They wanted to turn tail and run after failing to kill him and seize his treasures? How could things be that easy? He disliked killing indiscriminately, but he was no living bodhisattva either.
Since they had harbored crooked intentions, they would have to pay some price.
"I am Li... Li Houjin. Hand over your Qiankun Pouches, and I may spare your lives. Otherwise..."
Zhang Yuan spoke, his booming voice echoing in the cultivators' ears.
He had actually meant to say Li Huixi, but on second thought, he decided he might as well saddle Li Houjin with this demon fiend's reputation.
Below the mountain, the cultivators looked at the Dao Domain flooded with bloody light and the vicious, unnaturally sharp vegetation beside them. How could they not realize they had encountered a Demonic Celestial Person? Their faces paled in terror, and they hastily surrendered their storage treasures and everything they owned.
Treasures were precious, but life was worth far more.
In the world today, the great Righteous Dao Aristocratic Clans suppressed the Demonic Dao, keeping it out of sight. Yet whenever a Demonic Cultivator emerged, they were invariably someone who shook heaven and earth.
Take the [Blood Miasma Celestial] of the neighboring Ao Kingdom, for example. Every appearance claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands, even millions, of mortals and cultivators.
"Spare us, Celestial Person! Spare us! We'll hand over our Qiankun Pouches right away!