A demonic overlord!
As he listened to True Lord Huangmei recount the details as though enumerating his own treasures, the phrase naturally surfaced in Liu Yu's mind.
According to his account, Fu Qingshan had started out as an ordinary rogue cultivator with three spiritual roots and unremarkable aptitude.
Later, a chance encounter had brought him a mysterious Demonic Path inheritance. Like a tiger given wings, he had risen with unstoppable momentum.
In just over three hundred years, he had successfully shattered his Golden Core to form a Nascent Soul and single-handedly founded the Profound Yin Cult from nothing.
He enjoyed considerable renown throughout the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. His prestige surpassed even that of Heavenly Wind Ancestor and Old Devil He, placing him on par with True Lord Huangmei.
"The Profound Yin Cult."
Suddenly, a thought stirred in Liu Yu's mind, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
As far as he knew, the Yu Kingdom, where the Profound Yin Cult was based, bordered True Lord Huangmei's Miao Kingdom. Friction between them seemed to have persisted for a long time.
Following that line of thought, had this encounter truly been a coincidence?
Huang Mei seemed to have close ties with a certain True Lord of Thunder Hall, and he also had a conflict with Fu Qingshan. Could this be a scheme to kill with a borrowed blade?
Had he even arranged for Old Monster Qingshan to be exposed?
With these thoughts, a dangerous glint flickered deep in Liu Yu's eyes as he looked at Huang Mei.
He might have to carry out the Seven Kingdoms Alliance's mission, but he had no habit of letting others plot against him and use him!
If the truth matched his suspicions, he would have to settle this account properly someday!
As these thoughts flashed through his mind,