"Zhou Qiong, why have you come to my East Sea coast instead of staying at your Demon Sect's headquarters?"
"I wanted to see just how powerful a fox who has lived for over three hundred years could be, but you've sorely disappointed me." Zhou Qiong cast a glance at Su Huang.
Zhou Qiong was indeed disappointed. Su Huang was not as powerful as he had imagined. Though both were mid-stage Martial Sovereigns, Zhou Qiong could now slaughter Su Huang with ease.
"Su Huang, let me point you toward a bright path. Submit to my Demon Sect, and I'll give you a protector's position. How about it?"
"Zhou Qiong, don't push me too far."
A spear appeared in Su Huang's hand. Its tip trembled slightly, and space trembled along with it. Boundless fighting spirit surged from his body, shooting straight into the heavens and scattering the clouds in the sky.
Holy Monk Wutian sighed atop the city wall. Faced with Su Huang's fighting spirit, he did not even have the courage to strike-and that was with the fighting spirit concentrated on Zhou Qiong.
Whether Su Huang, Zhou Qiong, or Liansheng, they were all figures the continent might not see once in ten thousand years. Unfortunately, none belonged to a righteous sect. There was no telling whether this was a blessing or a curse.
Su Huang swung his spear. It instantly pierced through space, shattering spacetime along its path as it rushed toward Zhou Qiong. This was the Spacetime Spear Su Huang had cultivated for a hundred years. It could pierce everything in the world, and this was the first time he had unleashed it since beginning its cultivation.
Standing on the demonic dragon flying carriage, Zhou Qiong swung his fist. Spacetime instantly shook, and boundless dominance surged forth. A lawless, heaven-defying presence followed his fist, as though it would annihilate every enemy in the world.
The two collided, producing a crash even louder than before. Even the Demon Dragon Flying Carriage was driven back several hundred meters by the shock. The earth was blasted down dozens of meters once more, and everything within a thousand li was flattened. Even the distant sea was stirred into an enormous tsunami by the shock waves.
Linhai City's defensive formation shattered outright. More than half of Linhai City collapsed, leaving countless dead and injured. Trying to shield the crowd, Holy Monk Wutian was knocked unconscious by the shock waves.
Su Huang was sent flying several hundred meters.
"How is this possible?" Su Huang spat blood, staring in disbelief at the spear in his hand. A crack had actually appeared on its tip. This was an Emperor Grade weapon, yet someone had damaged it with a fist.
What Su Huang found even harder to accept was that he had begun to shrink back inwardly. His instincts told him he could not defeat the man before him. He was terrifyingly powerful, and bizarre as well. During their clash, a terrifying suction had traveled through the spear, instantly draining half his cultivation power.
Zhou Qiong, by contrast, showed no change whatsoever. His eyes were closed as he sensed the cultivation power he had just absorbed through the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art. Absorbing and refining it, Zhou Qiong felt his cultivation power increase within a mere few dozen seconds, bringing him closer to the late-stage Martial Sovereign realm.
Su Huang desperately wanted to flee, but he could not resign himself to slinking away like this. He wanted to make Zhou Qiong pay. He looked toward a small hill in the distance. It was unremarkable, but the shock waves had shattered every surrounding peak, while this hill alone had barely changed, gaining only a few cracks.
There was a terrifying legend about this hill among the Demon Race. It was said that a peerless figure was sealed within!
Su Huang instantly raised his spear and unleashed another strike. This time, his target was not Zhou Qiong but that small hill. Bang! The hill instantly exploded, and streams of white smoke rose from it. Without so much as looking, Su Huang tore through the void and fled.
Zhou Qiong paid Su Huang no heed. He sensed something awakening beneath the hill, like an ancient god. It was terrifyingly powerful, yet its presence also held weakness-a profound contradiction.
An illusory silhouette slowly coalesced in the sky. Its form was indistinct, with four pairs of wings behind it. The primordial Qi in the air gathered incessantly toward the hill, and a figure slowly flew out from beneath it.
It was a woman with lovely features, so beautiful she took one's breath away. Dressed in white robes, she exuded a trace of holiness, yet also a hint of evil. Four pairs of wings grew from her back.
Zhou Qiong scanned her with the system.
Name: Fallen Angel. Cultivation: Unknown Status: An accident occurred while completing the transformation of her fall, causing her body to possess both angelic purity and a fallen presence.
The woman continued absorbing the primordial Qi in the air. Her eyelids fluttered gently, and she looked about to awaken. The presence emanating from her grew ever stronger. In that brief span, she had already reached the mid-stage Martial Sovereign realm, and it continued to rise.
"Sect Leader, should I go test her first?" Liansheng whispered to Zhou Qiong from beside him.
"No need. Take everyone away from here first." Zhou Qiong did not let Liansheng test her. His instincts told him that this woman seemed to have been watching him all along.
"As you command." Liansheng boarded the Demon Dragon Flying Carriage with everyone and flew into the distance.
The people of Linhai City had also moved far away early on. Today had been an unimaginable disaster for them. Linhai City, which had stood for a hundred years, was utterly gone, and more than half the martial artists in the city had died. Now a mysterious winged person had appeared as well, and everyone fled for their lives.
Zhou Qiong flew to a spot ten meters in front of the woman. Her cultivation had already broken through to the late-stage Martial Sovereign realm. Her eyes slowly opened, revealing that they were entirely black, without any whites at all. She murmured under her breath, "To think I've ended up on such a lowly continent. It seems I'll have to find a way to recover my strength first. Louis Carmel, sooner or later, I'll come looking for you again."
The woman looked at Zhou Qiong. "Such formidable cultivation. Judging by your appearance, you must wield considerable influence on this continent."
"I am the Demon Sect Leader."