Thousands of miles away, Demon Emperor City, meeting hall.
The atmosphere in the dim hall was solemn, and the beast heads on the wall spit out green flames from their mouths, illuminating the serious-looking monsters in the hall. Langya was sitting under the throne, frowning and looking at Yin Yu at the bottom of the steps.
"Is the news accurate?" Langya asked in a deep voice.
Yin Yu looked ugly, lowered his head and said, "The news returned by the spies is correct. Lin Qingyang killed the Myriad Spirits Sect master and will be executed in public at Divine Sword Mountain tomorrow! As for the king... his whereabouts are still unknown."
As soon as these words came out, the hall instantly exploded.
"Human Clan, what the hell do you mean? You said you wanted to sign a peace treaty, but then you turned your back on me!" Ba Shan cursed loudly.
"I knew those hypocrites Human Clan couldn't be trusted!"
"The king has disappeared, what should we do?"
The demons kept shouting, and Hong Ling also stamped his feet anxiously. "What about Mo Yan? He is also with them, how is it?"
"Shut up!" Langya shouted, suppressing the noise in the hall, "Immortal Alliance, how could those bunch of losers hurt Cang Mo?"
Yin Yu frowned, with a hint of worry in his tone. "I heard that the ancestor of the Nine Skies Sect five hundred years ago, Jiuchen, came to this world."
As soon as these words came out, the hall was eerily quiet for a moment.
For the Demon Clan, the name Jiuchen is simply a shame and hatred engraved in his bones. It was this person who killed Demon King Cang Yu five hundred years ago, and allowed Human Clan to trample Demon Clan under his feet and enslave him for a full five hundred years. After a short period of death, there was a raging rage that was completely ignited.
Langya narrowed his eyes, and a cold murderous intention burst out from his eyes. "Jiuchen? How could an old ghost who has been dead for five hundred years suddenly pretend to be a corpse?"
"The specific situation is unknown, but Immortal Alliance is indeed in charge of him now." Yin Yu replied.
Ba Shan punched the stone pillar and shouted, "Who cares about Jiuchen or Shichen! Just hit him and kill him and that's it!"
"Yes! Kill him!" A fanatical echo suddenly sounded in the hall.
Yin Yu said worriedly, "But the king had an order before leaving, not to go out without permission..."
"Now Human Clan is sitting on our necks and shitting! If we delay any longer, both the king and Queen Consort will die!" Ba Shan argued loudly.
The quarrel was about to get out of control again, Langya stood up suddenly and was about to yell.
Suddenly, the entire hall shook violently without warning.
The green flames on the wall were instantly suppressed by an invisible force and extinguished. A suffocating and terrifying pressure descended from the dome of the hall.
The faces of all the monsters changed drastically, and some of the weaker ones even instinctively softened their knees and fell to the ground under the pressure of this absolute bloodline.
In mid-air, a drop of dark golden blood appeared out of thin air, and then exploded with a "bang", turning into a huge bloody wolf totem. The totem opened its mouth fiercely in mid-air and let out a deafening wolf howl.
There was silence in the hall, and all Demon Clan raised their heads in shock, staring at the gradually dissipating bloody totem.
That is the highest level instruction of the Demon Clan - Demon King blood edict.
Langya stared at the sky, the haze and worries in her eyes were swept away, replaced by the fanatical fighting spirit that had been suppressed for a long time. She grabbed the heavy knife next to her, and carried the broad back of the knife on her shoulder. The cold and stern voice enveloped Demonic Power and spread throughout Demon Emperor City:
"Command the three armies to assemble! Crush Human Clan!"
The sky turned completely dark, and the low temperature at night made Divine Sword Mountain's underground cell even more chilly and biting.
Lin Qingyang woke up faintly, and his eyes were still dim. He was lying on the cold stone floor, and he felt as if all the bones in his body had been broken and reconnected. If he moved even a little bit, he would gasp in pain.
Licking his chapped lips, he glanced at the food box left by Yun Zhan on the ground. There was still half a bottle of water in it. He moved over with difficulty, grabbed the water bottle and took two sips. His dry throat was finally able to swallow.
The moment he put down the kettle, his hand subconsciously touched his left chest.
The place was empty, as if someone had taken away a piece of it, and the blood contract was broken... So what happened to the wolf cub now?
No, he has to get out! Lin Qingyang gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. If he really died in Divine Sword Mountain, Cang Mo would definitely go crazy.
He looked around, picked up the porcelain bottle in his hand and threw it at the sword energy. As soon as he touched the invisible boundary, he was instantly crushed into powder by the sharp sword energy.
Lin Qingyang frowned and was thinking about how to break through the sword formation when a burst of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.
Then I saw two Divine Sword Mountain disciples carrying lanterns, leading Su Ruohuan in.
Su Ruohuan's face was pale, and her eyes were swollen like Walnut. Her pair of almond-shaped eyes, which had always been bright and innocent, were now filled with a coldness as cold as death.
A disciple stepped forward and pressed on the mechanism of the wall, and the sword energy crisscrossing in front of the cell door disappeared instantly.
"Miss Su, this traitor will be executed tomorrow. If you want to beat him or scold him, hurry up." The disciple said, and then he and his companion stepped aside, folded their arms, and prepared to watch the show.
Su Ruohuan walked into the cell and looked at Lin Qingyang who fell on the ground with cold eyes.
"Ruohuan..." Lin Qingyang looked at her like this, feeling sour in his heart, and called out worriedly.
"Don't call me!" Su Ruohuan suddenly raised her voice, stared at him, and said every word through gritted teeth, "Lin Qingyang, I used to call you master, but you killed my father! I came here today to sever all ties with you! From now on, there will only be blood feud between you and me!"
Lin Qingyang frowned and looked at her without speaking.
I saw Su Ruohuan pulling off a red crystal bead hanging from her waist. "You gave this to me when I became a disciple, and I will return it to you today!"
Lin Qingyang's eyes fell on the bead, and his expression moved slightly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Ruohuan suddenly turned around and slammed the bead at the feet of the two disciples.
There was a crisp "pop" sound, the beads shattered, and a thick red smoke exploded instantly.
Su Ruohuan immediately covered her mouth and nose and quickly backed away. Lin Qingyang also quickly pulled up her sleeves to cover her face and hid deep in the cell.
The two disciples were unprepared. The moment they inhaled the red smoke, their eyes froze. The two men swayed, and before they even had time to utter a exclamation, they collapsed limply to the ground.
After the smoke dissipated, Lin Qingyang put down his sleeves and looked at Su Ruohuan with some surprise.
"You..." Lin Qingyang just started.
"Shua--"
The next moment, the long sword in Su Ruohuan's hand had been unsheathed, and the cold blade touched Lin Qingyang's neck.
"My father... how did he die?" Su Ruohuan's hand holding the sword was shaking violently, and there was uncontrollable crying in her voice.
Lin Qingyang looked at her red eyes, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Jiuchen Use my sword to kill him."
"Then why didn't you say anything then!" Su Ruohuan asked loudly with tears in her eyes.
"You are no match for him at all." Lin Qingyang said helplessly, "If we confront him on the spot, he will kill you all."
Su Ruohuan froze on the spot, biting her lower lip. After a long while, her tense shoulders finally collapsed, and the long sword against Lin Qingyang's neck fell weakly. She seemed to be relieved, but tears fell more violently.
"Ruohuan, I'm sorry." Lin Qingyang lowered his eyes, "I caused your father to suffer."
"Master..." Su Ruohuan finally couldn't help it and shouted with a cry.
Lin Qingyang sighed, holding on to the stone wall and trying to stand up, but the pain all over his body made him stumble back as soon as he exerted his strength.
"Master!" Su Ruohuan quickly stepped forward and supported him, "Are you seriously injured?"
"You can't die yet." Lin Qingyang relied on her strength to stand firm and said in a deep voice, "Jiuchen wants to provoke a war between the two clans. We must escape quickly and find Cang Mo to stop this."
Su Ruohuan nodded vigorously and wiped away her tears. "Let me help you untie this Black Iron chain first."
She was about to lower her head to get the lock, but saw Lin Qingyang's expression change, looking over her shoulder towards the cell door.
Su Ruohuan paused and turned her head stiffly, only to see Yun Zhan standing there in the dim corridor, dressed in white and holding a long sword, watching them quietly.