Once the demon fire gradually subsided, Qing Chen slowly descended and began using Demon Seed Divine Sense to torment the cultivators who had not yet been completely consumed by the demon fire.
"Where are the Chang Household's higher-ups?" The power of the demon seed struck straight at the cultivator's heart and soul.
Covered in blood and dressed in tatters, the cultivator pointed a trembling finger toward Chang Wan's hiding place, his voice weak and shaking:
"Lord... Lord Chang Wan is... over there..."
"Thanks." After thanking him, Qing Chen waved a hand and consumed him with demon fire, then turned and left.
When he appeared again, Qing Chen stood outside the courtyard where Chang Wan was.
It was a spacious courtyard, and Qing Chen could vaguely make out figures bustling about inside.
The guards held dharma artifacts, ready for battle.
Some family members hid off to one side in panic.
Chang Wan, the head steward who had once welcomed Qing Chen at the docks.
He now stood in the center of the courtyard, directing his men as they prepared to find Chang Zhichong and join him.
Without moving from his spot, Qing Chen merely raised a hand lightly and activated the demon fire.
Before its demonic might, those Qi Refining Stage guards could not withstand a single blow.
Their dharma artifacts melted instantly in the demon fire, and their protective spiritual light shattered like thin ice.
Chang Wan, this Peak Qi Refining cultivator of the Chang Household.
His expression was grave as he gripped a supreme-grade flying sword dharma artifact in both hands.
Spiritual light flickered over the dharma artifact, clearly marking a strike into which he had poured all his strength.
Yet, faced with the surging demon fire.
The flying sword dharma artifact held out only briefly before shattering with