The atmosphere in the empty hall was solemn.
Jian Hong snorted coldly and said sternly, "Lin Qingyang, stop bluffing people with these big words! Our Immortal Alliance has been established for hundreds of years, how can we be afraid of a group of beasts that drink blood! If the Demon Emperor City wants to fight, just come! As for those demon slaves, as long as there is a war, I will use them to sacrifice the flag immediately!"
"If you dare to touch them, I will bury everyone up and down Shenjian Mountain with you!" Cang Mo's eyes suddenly became violent, and his tone was stern.
"Beast! How dare you speak such arrogant words!" Jian Hong glared angrily, pointing out his fingers in a habitual attempt to activate the sword energy, but his fingertips flew through the air in vain, not even a breath of wind was brought up. The frustration of losing all his spiritual power made his already livid face even more ugly.
Cang Mo narrowed his wolf eyes dangerously, and then slapped his palm hard on the rosewood table in front of him. He heard the sound of wood splintering, the rosewood split open, cups and plates fell to the floor, and tea splashed everywhere.
Without the demon power, the wild and oppressive feeling of the beast in his body became more and more prominent. He stared at Jian Hong fiercely and said word by word, "If you dare to curse again, I can crush your old bones without the demon power today!"
Jian Hong had never experienced such humiliation before. He pulled out his sword with a "swish" sound, and even if he had no sword energy, he planned to fight directly.
Cang Mo looked sharp and quickly stood up. Seeing that the hall was about to turn into a fight scene, a slender white hand suddenly pressed down on Cang Mo's wrist.
"Sit down." Lin Qingyang glanced at him and said lightly.
When Cang Mo met Lin Qingyang's displeased gaze with fierce eyes, he paused, then frowned irritably, and sat back reluctantly.
This scene fell in the eyes of the three people opposite, and they all secretly marveled that Lin Qingyang could make Cang Mo so obedient!
Jian Hong still raised his sword, but his angry gaze moved from Cang Mo to Lin Qingyang.
Lin Qingyang ignored the gleaming sword edge and slowly brushed away a little tea splashed on his sleeves. He said in a calm tone, "Senior Jianhong, I am not scaring you. I am just stating a fact. Keeping those demon slaves is not a bargaining chip for the Immortal Alliance, but a knife hanging above your head that can fall down at any time."
After that, under the looks of several people who were either dissatisfied or wary, I took out an object and gently placed it on the coffee table next to me.
It was a black leather ring with complex and tiny dark golden patterns engraved on it. It was the most popular "new version of the Demon Locking Ring" in the world of cultivation today.
Lin Qingyang leaned back slightly, leaned back on the chair, and tapped the demon-locking ring with his fingertips. "Five years ago, the Xuanhuang sect responsible for producing the demon-locking ring was destroyed. The formation of the old version of the demon-locking ring was also cracked. At that time, many demon slaves from various factions lost control and hurt people. Later, a new version of the demon-locking ring with more sophisticated formations and stronger suppression power appeared on the market, and the chaos was calmed down. Now, this is what the Immortal Alliance uses to forcibly control those thousands of demon slaves."
"What on earth are you going to say?" Jian Hong asked with a frown.
"I wonder if you all still remember where you bought this new version of the Demon Locking Ring?" Lin Qingyang asked as he looked at a few people.
Su Jingui paused slightly while stroking his beard and said hesitantly, "Of course it's Fusheng Pavilion in Yinshi."
In the past few years, Fusheng Pavilion's magical treasures have been of high quality and low price. Almost 90% of the demon-locking rings and demon-catching balls used by the Immortal Alliance come from there.
"Why are you bringing this up?" Li Tian finally spoke, his expression seemed to vaguely smell something was wrong.
Lin Qingyang met the gazes of the three of them calmly and chuckled, "I forgot to introduce you. I am the boss of Fusheng Pavilion in Yin City."
As soon as these words came out, everyone on the other side was stunned.
Su Jingui looked stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened in shock, pointing at Lin Qingyang and saying, "You... you are from Fusheng Pavilion... Rabbit San?!"
Li Tian also looked a little surprised, and then looked at Lin Qingyang playfully.
"You actually make this kind of money..." Cang Mo lowered his voice, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. He obviously didn't expect that all the magic weapons used to deal with the demon clan in recent years were invented by him.
"This is a rigid need. If there is a need, someone will do it. Instead of handing the knife to others, it is better to hold it in your own hand." Lin Qingyang explained in a low voice.
Cang Mo looked at him speechlessly, but Lin Qingyang raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, and Cang Mo couldn't say anything.
Jian Hong on the opposite side seemed to have finally reacted, pointing at Lin Qingyang and his voice was a little louder. "The Hidden City is actually your property?! Lin Qingyang, what are your intentions in planning all these years..."
"Head Jianhong, what you should be worried about now is not my intentions," Lin Qingyang looked at Jianhong again, the smile in his eyes getting colder, "But the demon locking rings you are putting on the necks of those demon slaves."
"What do you mean?!" Jian Hong stared at him.
Li Tian, who is proficient in formations, reacted instantly and blurted out. "You... set up a mother formation in those demon locking rings?!"
Lin Qingyang curled her lips in disbelief.
Jian Hong and Su Jingui were not very proficient in the battle method, so they still looked surprised and uncertain.
Li Tian turned to look at the two of them, sighed and said, "To put it simply, he can pass through the mother formation at any time and forcibly unlock all the restrictions of the Demon Locking Ring."
Jian Hong was stunned and turned to glare at Lin Qingyang: "You actually tampered with the magic weapon sold to the Immortal Alliance?!"
"Don't make it sound so harsh. There has to be a backdoor for product iteration." Lin Qingyang folded his hands on the table with sharp eyes, "However, once I open this backdoor... the demon slaves you have locked up in the hinterland of the sect and used as hostages will regain their demon power in an instant."
It was quiet in the hall, and only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
"You may wish to imagine," Lin Qingyang said in a calm tone, but the words he said sent chills down the spine, "How big a chaos will those demon slaves full of hatred suddenly break out in your unprepared rear area? How many casualties will your sect disciples have? If at this time, the army of Demon Emperor City marches straight in, attacking from both inside and outside... The centuries-old foundation of the Immortal Alliance may be ruined in your hands."
Jian Hong staggered two steps and slumped back on the chair, glaring at Lin Qingyang. The hand holding the sword had bulging veins due to too much force. If he had spiritual power at this moment, he might have struck with the sword.
Su Jingui's face finally darkened, and he looked at him with an ugly expression, unable to say a word.
Today is not a peace negotiation at all, but an ultimatum unilaterally issued by Lin Qingyang. They are not even qualified to lift the table other than bowing their heads.
In the suffocating silence, Li Tian suddenly chuckled very lowly, and with a bit of interest in watching the excitement, he sighed quietly, "Awesome."
Cang Mo turned his head and looked at Lin Qingyang. Without a single blow of his sword or a single blow of his sword, this man had forced the superior Immortal Alliance to the point where they were unable to fight back.
The depressed mood of being forced to negotiate for peace disappeared instantly after seeing the dejected faces of the three people opposite. Instead, there was an indescribable excitement and obsession. The hand under the table clasped his hand, and the five fingers squeezed between the fingers forcefully, intertwining with his ten fingers.
Lin Qingyang's knuckles hurt slightly from his pinching, she frowned and glared at him, but didn't look away.