What, Elder Zhao was killed so quickly?
Qi Gaohong nearly wanted to turn around and run away.
As for the elders beside him, two of them leaped hundreds of meters like rabbits.
But then, everyone realized it wasn't what it seemed.
Zhao Chuyang was still standing; the one who fell was Jiang Cheng.
His heart was pierced, clearly dead beyond revival.
Having killed him, Zhao Chuyang was somewhat bewildered, seemingly unable to believe he had done it.
After all, Jiang Cheng was four small realms lower than Zhao Chuyang, and he wasn't fighting seriously, merely seeking death.
So he died quite quickly.
Wow...
What...
What's going on?
This kid really is only at the Soul Splitting Fourth Layer?
Not some hidden Spirit Platform Realm expert?
Why was I even afraid just now?
Qi Gaohong instantly became furious, daring and bold!
And the other elders immediately drew their swords, murderous aura surging.
Their target was naturally Jiang Cheng's only companion — Elder Liang.
This is the reason Jiang Cheng was willing to bring him along.
Liang Da first tried to deceive disciples and then became disloyal, with divided loyalties.
Such a person, why keep him around?
However, killing him at the Feixian Sect might waste a resurrection.
Especially in front of Ji Linghan and other disciples, killing a sect elder wasn't ideal.
What if it affected the disciples' support?
So, of course, he was brought here to be disposed of casually.
"Liang Da, how do you want to die?"
Qi Gaohong sneered coldly, his teeth seemingly exuding a chilling gleam.
"I, I..."
Liang Da panicked, utterly frightened.
He glanced at Jiang Cheng's corpse, thinking the script shouldn't be like this.
Shouldn't Jiang Cheng be slaughtering everyone, and I follow behind to reap benefits?
"Sect Leader! Sect Leader, you must still be alive, right?"
He cried out in alarm, retreating.
"Stop pretending, you must have a backup plan, right?"
Unfortunately, Jiang Cheng truly was dead.
There were still a dozen seconds before resurrection.
In those few seconds, it was more than enough for the Extreme Moon Sect elders to kill Liang Da a dozen times.
"Liang Da, I thought you really had something to rely on!"
"Turns out you're really crazy!"
By then, Liang Da was trapped, with no escape.
"It's not my fault, it was the kid who orchestrated everything, I just followed orders!"
"I was forced!"
"I'm innocent!"
His screams and explanations were utterly useless.
"Forced?"
"Innocent?"
"Your sword is still dripping blood!"
"You just killed sect disciples with enthusiasm!"
"And said we were nothing more than rotten fish and shrimp?"
Elder Liang's face looked like it was contorted with constipation.
The more he acted tough earlier, the heavier the punishment now.
"Dismember him!"
Qi Gaohong was the first to charge forward, followed by the elders in a frenzy!
Liang Da didn't last a second before being shredded by thousands of swords.
At that moment, Jiang Cheng remained in soul form, waiting for the system to reward him.
"Ding, host was killed, system analyzing enemy's power, arranging resurrection plan for host."
"Host receives a summoning talisman, able to summon a random powerful ally to assist once."
Powerful ally?
Jiang Cheng was very dissatisfied. Why wasn't it elevating him to the Spirit Platform Realm or higher?
Brother Cheng wanted to personally wreak havoc everywhere!
Even as he was dissatisfied, being able to resurrect and defeat opponents was something countless people would wish for.
"Ding, host resurrected!"
"Hmm?"
Qi Gaohong and the others, having just killed Elder Liang, were about to drag the corpses to the back mountain to feed the spirit beasts.
Then they saw Jiang Cheng stand up again.
"How is this possible?"
Zhao Chuyang exclaimed in disbelief.
"I clearly killed him!"
"No worries!"
Qi Gaohong raised his hand, sneering coldly.
"With his level of Daoist practice, he can't fool anyone."
"This time, I'll personally deal with him!"
Earlier, fearing Jiang Cheng was a hidden expert, they didn't dare to act.
Now, Qi Gaohong intended to personally kill him to regain face.
Jiang Cheng wouldn't give him the chance, he crushed the summoning talisman decisively.
In the distant mountain depths, cloud-covered, with gusts of cold wind, a faint black mist steamed.
In a valley, thunderous roars echoed from time to time.
In the high skies, a slender woman with long furry ears on her head swung her sharp claws, sending pink rays like raindrops falling upon the valley.
The mountains collapsed, the earth trembled, rivers stopped, dust rolled.
Under such mighty power, demon beasts within a thousand miles fled in panic.
"Three-Eyed Tiger, come out and die!"
"Let me see how long you can hide!"
"Coward!"
The crisp voice echoed through the mountains, and some distant great demons shook their heads upon hearing it.
Again.
Similar events occur almost every century.
Every time, they have to temporarily move to avoid it.
It's foreseeable that a massive beast tide will soon appear on the distant border.
No other choice, the rabbit-eared gorgeous woman in the sky is one of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Celestial Demon Domain, the Silver Moon Frost Rabbit King.
Vast divine techniques make her one of the top existences here, far superior.
Demon beasts are infamous for their ferocity, but those who reach refinement aren't foolish, knowing when to avoid the edge.
At that moment, deep within the valley, a restriction was being intensely attacked by the Frost Rabbit King.
With vibrant flows of light constantly moving, the restriction was extremely solid, and the near world-shattering attacks didn't shake it.
"I know you're inside!"
"Let's see how long you can hide!"
"You're disgracefully shaming your Tiger Race!"
Below the restriction, was a luxurious underground palace.
A tiger-headed demon beast with no horizontal stripe but with horizontal eyes was dozing on a thousand-feet-wide Red Jade Bed.
It heard the scolding outside but didn't bother with it.
Inside the hall, black fog gradually rose, forming a ghostly humanoid shape.
This is the Chang Ghost, the Three-Eyed Fierce Tiger King's military advisor, considered its most dependable aide.
"King, are you not going out to fight?"
The old voice concealed a sigh.
"Can't you see I'm busy sleeping?"
The Fierce Tiger King didn't even turn its head, its voice resounding far like a great bell.
Chang Ghost's black mist froze; if it had eyes, tears might be streaming down.
There are twelve Demon Kings in the Celestial Demon Domain, and these positions are hereditary.
The old Chang Ghost was a trusted aide of the previous Tiger King and watched over the new Young Master Three-Eyed Tiger's growth.
Over the millennia, the Young Master has indulged in pleasures without progress, consistently ranking lower among the Twelve Demon Kings.
Back then, the Old Fierce Tiger King ranked second among the Twelve Demon Kings, just behind the Golden Dragon King.
That was a world conquered with iron claws, making all demons bend their heads.
Yet now, the new generation Three-Eyed Tiger has fallen to the last among the Twelve Demon Kings; if not for the innate royal bloodline inheritance, the Demon King title might be lost.
Even the previously bottom-ranked Frost Rabbit King dared come and challenge.
A complete disgrace!