"Ancestor, can we really kill Li Yang this way?"
A group emerged from the Inheritance Grounds of Devil Ancestor Mountain. Chu Mu, Li Xiao, and several men and women radiating towering demonic qi followed behind a woman of peerless beauty and an exquisitely seductive figure.
She did not seem like a being of the Lower Realm. Her bearing was far too breathtaking.
Simply standing there, she was an unbridgeable chasm.
Her black robes were dark as night, embroidered with winding demonic patterns. Her hair fell like a waterfall, and her skin was pale enough to seem translucent. Only the two scarlet points within her eyes stood out, like drops of blood falling into a deep pool, spreading soundless ripples.
Her demonic qi was restrained to the utmost, carrying the indifference of one who looked down upon all living beings, with neither pleasure nor pity.
"He is nothing more than a stumbling stone that chafes our feet a little on the road to success. With a flick of my finger, he will turn to dust and ashes."
There was no arrogance in those words, as though that was simply how things ought to be.
Even someone as unruly as Chu Mu dared not say much at that moment.
The woman before him had far too formidable a background. Even in the Upper Realm, she held a position of tremendous influence.
She was not an evil immortal, but the inheritance spirit of Devil Ancestor Mountain-a sliver of will descended from an immensely powerful figure.
"The universe has never lacked dazzling talents. Xuanyuan once had a sword cultivator who was just as outstanding. He rose from the Lower Realm, proclaimed himself invincible among his peers, and killed many direct descendants of immortal kings. He even slew an avatar of an immortal emperor. Yet