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The elders nodded in satisfaction when they saw Qiaoqiao force back three Devil Cultivators attacking her with a single strike. As expected of the disciple chosen by the Sword Venerable, the Sword Immortal's successor. Given time, Qiaoqiao would surely amount to great things.

[Behold the might of my divine sword! Haha!]

[Sword Immortal Qiao returns to the martial world today to wipe you all out!]

Shen Ji: ...

Little junior sister, aren't you getting a little too chuuni?

As more and more Devil Cultivators arrived, Qiaoqiao soon had no room to show her skills. Her senior brother and sister protected her between them. Shen Ji's sword strikes were fierce; one sweeping slash felled a swath of Devil Cultivators in an instant. Her second senior sister, Xiao Tingyu, cultivated sword formations, which required an unending supply of Spiritual Qi. Her second senior sister was inhumanly rich, tossing Spirit Stones straight into the air to sustain her spiritual formation. High-grade Spirit Stones fell like rain, and not a single Devil Cultivator dared approach the area where she scattered her money.

Rich. She was outrageously rich.

Even the Devil Cultivators were frightened by the sight.

Surrounded by her protectors, Qiaoqiao observed the changing battlefield.

The immortal sect's disciples and the devil sect's Devil Cultivators were locked in battle. She noticed several elders skulking suspiciously in a corner, and she also spotted a familiar figure.

That person-

Her gaze sharpened. Before she could speak, an immensely powerful devilish pressure suddenly erupted from the torn spatial rift. The moment it appeared, everyone present felt their breath catch.

An immense devilish presence surged. Dark clouds shrouded Flowing Cloud Peak, the dense black Devil Qi altering the heavens. The three great devil generals knelt in unison as a figure stepped out of the rift.

With one leisurely step, as though strolling through a courtyard, the surrounding cultivators burst apart and died.

"Welcome, Devil Master!"

"Welcome, Devil Master!"

Amid the mountain-shaking, sea-roaring cries of the surrounding Devil Cultivators, that towering figure stepped out of the rift. His crimson devil eyes swept his surroundings, his expression imperious, his oppressive might overwhelming.

"It-it's the Devil Master!"

Everyone was utterly shocked. The Devil Master of the Devil Cloud Sect had come in person!!

A heavy sense of impending danger weighed on the heart of every Flowing Cloud Sect cultivator.

Beneath his immense devilish might, silence fell over the scene.

In the deathly silence, the Devil Master spoke. "Who is Qiaoqiao of Ethereal Peak?"

"I am!"

Before her senior brother and sister could stop her, Qiaoqiao answered loud and clear.

In an instant, everyone turned to look at Qiaoqiao, who stood with her head held high.

They all wondered whether her strength was so unfathomable that she did not fear even the Devil Master, or whether she was simply overconfident, fearless in her ignorance.

"Were you the one who killed my beloved daughter?"

"Yes-"

"It was me." Shen Ji finally beat her to it and stepped forward. "I killed the Purple Baleful Intent Devil Woman with my own hands."

The Devil Master's oppressive might bore down abruptly. Shen Ji grunted, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Qiaoqiao: ?

[Huh? Senior brother is so weak. Why is he coughing up blood already?]

Shen Ji: ...

Xiao Tingyu: Isn't it because you're so weak that the devil over there can't even be bothered to suppress you with his devilish might?

A storm of fury brewed in the Devil Master's eyes. "Was sending my daughter's Devil Heart here your idea as well?"

The Devil Cloud Sect's sect master had only one daughter, Ziling, whom he cherished like a precious treasure. He had never imagined that, to achieve a breakthrough in her cultivation method, his daughter would sneak into the Flowing Cloud Sect behind his back.

Ziling had always been quick-witted and had her life-bound purple lotus to protect her. In principle, even if she risked infiltrating the sect, her identity should not have been exposed.

He had never imagined that his daughter would die in the Flowing Cloud Sect, much less that its people would dare dig out Ziling's Devil Heart and send it to the devil sect's territory, saying it was a gift from Qiaoqiao of Ethereal Peak and inviting him to have a taste.

The moment he saw his daughter's Devil Heart, the Devil Master coughed up blood in rage on the spot.

The Devil Master had swept unchallenged through his life. When had he ever suffered such a monstrous humiliation!

On the day of Mu Liuyun's birthday banquet, the Devil Cloud Sect had poured out in full force, vowing to raze the Flowing Cloud Sect.

To avenge his beloved daughter and reclaim his dignity, he would kill Qiaoqiao with his own hands and vent the hatred in his heart!

Bai Fu cast a mild glance at A Xue.

A Xue drew in its slender neck, the immortal crane turning into a turtle hiding its head. It had merely done as Qiaoqiao said, delivering the Devil Heart to this old devil. What a chance to hold its head high!

It had only meant to rile him up. Who knew the old thing had such a foul temper that he would come attacking their doorstep?

"It was my idea!" Qiaoqiao rushed to answer. "Did you eat the Devil Heart? How did it taste?"

"You-court death!"

Those words goaded the Devil Master into red-eyed, soaring fury. With the force to topple mountains and overturn seas, his palm slammed down toward the crown of Qiaoqiao's head!

"Little junior sister!"

Shen Ji tried to save her, only for the force of the palm strike to knock him to the ground.

The Devil Master's cultivation was at late Mahayana, above even the Flowing Cloud Sect's sect master. At the Golden Core Stage, Shen Ji was nothing before him and could not stop that furious palm strike.

Just as the strike was about to shatter the crown of Qiaoqiao's head, an awe-inspiring immortal figure in white appeared. Countless sword shadows flashed with silver light, dissolving every last trace of that tyrannical palm strike.

Frost spread, and sword shadows drifted.

Surrounded by sword shadows, Bai Fu looked at the enraged Devil Master, his voice icy. "If you want to touch her, you must get past this venerable one first."

[Aaaaah, Master is so cool!!]

[Go, Master! You've already crushed him in looks!]

Shen Ji: ... Master isn't any weaker in strength either, all right?

"Bai Fu, you've actually emerged from seclusion." Deep wariness flashed through the Devil Master's crimson eyes, but the pain of losing his daughter overwhelmed everything else. He raged, "Even you cannot stop me today!"

"This venerable one did not come to stop you." Bai Fu's gaze sharpened. "I came to send you to your death."

His sword force rose, and silver light blazed.

Both soared into the air, exchanging over a hundred moves in the blink of an eye. Heaven and earth changed color, wind and clouds shifting as sword force and palm strikes clashed without pause.

Those on the peak could only look up. This was a battle between the strongest in the world; they could not intervene at all.

"The Immortal Venerable seems to have grown even stronger after this seclusion."

"As expected of the foremost master of the sword. He's suppressing the Devil Master!"