Western Great Jin, at the gates of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Sinister winds howled, and black mist churned as though boiling. The festive red silk adorning the Heavenly Demon Sect's gates looked utterly out of place in this gloomy setting, and the sudden upheaval now made it especially jarring.
The old demon Hu Qinglei led over a dozen Heavenly Demon Sect elders charging out through the gates as streaks of black light. Yet when they stopped in midair and saw the lone figure in blue standing on a barren mountain, their towering demonic aura involuntarily faltered for a moment.
Han Li stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robes snapping in the sinister wind. He did not deliberately unleash his pressure, but his quiet simplicity, stripped of all outward ostentation, was more oppressive than any roar. He slowly turned, looking calmly at Hu Qinglei with his mismatched eyes-silver light in the left, demonic flames in the right.
"You?!" Hu Qinglei's pupils abruptly contracted, his voice carrying a trace of incredulous alarm. "You actually dared to come straight to my doorstep?!"
He had thought this was merely some Nascent Soul brat who did not know his own limits. He had never expected the man to dare block the sect's gates alone. What frightened him even more was that unfathomable gaze, like a black hole that devoured everything. Even his divine sense, at the early stage of Deity Transformation, felt a sharp stab of pain.
"Hu Qinglei." Han Li's voice was level, yet it struck every Heavenly Demon Sect cultivator's heart like a heavy hammer. "Release that woman, and I will leave your corpse intact."
"Arrogant!"
Hu Qinglei laughed in fury, but his smile looked uglier than tears. He stared hard at Han Li, trying to gauge his true strength,