“Whowho are you?!”
“I already said, they’re debt collectors.”
David took a step forward, his figure appearing before Xuan Lingzi like a ghost. He raised his hand and gently placed it on Xuan Lingzi’s shoulder. “Now, I will take back what you stole from the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace, with interest.”
The primordial chaos poured out, and Xuan Lingzi felt an irresistible force surge into his body. His proud cultivation, spiritual power, and Dao foundation crumbled inch by inch under the crushing force of the primordial chaos.
“No–!!”
Xuan Lingzi’s screams echoed throughout the hall, then abruptly ceased.
The sect master of the Xuanling Ancient Sect, who was at the half-step Immortal King realm, perished in a single move.
David withdrew his hand, looked at Xuan Lingzi lying lifeless on the ground, and wiped his fingers expressionlessly: “The first one.”
He turned and walked out of the main hall, where Su Qingyuan was waiting for him. Seeing him emerge, she asked softly, “Is it resolved?”
“Um.”
David nodded. “The sect leader is dead. Who will deal with the remaining underlings?”
A cold glint flashed in Su Qingyuan’s eyes: “I’ll do it.”
With a swift movement, her white robes gleamed like snow, and the overwhelming pressure of an eighth-rank Immortal Lord spread out across the land.
The remaining elders and disciples of the Xuanling Ancient Sect, facing this woman whom they had once hunted down and forced to hide, no longer had the courage to resist.
A one-sided massacre unfolded within the mountain gate.
Those executioners who had slaughtered the disciples of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace fell one after another at Su Qingyuan’s hands.
She was swift and decisive, showing no mercy; every sword strike was imbued with deep-seated hatred.
David stood by and watched, neither intervening nor offering any advice. Some grudges must be settled personally to put an end to one’s conscience.
By the time Su Qingyuan had killed the last elder who had participated in the siege, the Xuanling Ancient Sect was already awash in blood.
The sect disciples were either dead or fled, and the remaining ones knelt down begging for mercy, trembling with fear.
David stepped forward and casually swept away the Xuanling Ancient Sect’s treasury, scripture pavilion, and spiritual vein resources, leaving nothing behind.
Then he patted Su Qingyuan on the shoulder: “Let’s go, next one.”
Su Qingyuan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, and nodded: “Next.”
Crimson Cloud Immortal Abode: Burning Heaven and Boiling Sea
Crimson Cloud Immortal Abode is renowned for its fire-based cultivation techniques. Its sect headquarters is located atop the Thousand-Mile Crimson Flame Mountain, which is surrounded by blazing flames year-round, making it impossible for ordinary cultivators to approach.
When they besieged the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace, the Crimson Cloud Immortal Mansion also got involved and even stole the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace’s most treasured fire—the Nine Heavens Profound Fire.
When David and Su Qingyuan arrived at Chiyan Mountain, they felt a scorching wave of heat rushing towards them even before they got close to the mountain gate.
David narrowed his eyes, turned to Su Qingyuan and smiled, “This place is quite easy to find, saving us the trouble of looking for directions.”
Looking at the crimson flames covering the mountains and plains, Su Qingyuan said calmly, “They stole the Nine Heavens Profound Fire, so we might as well take it back.”
Just as the two were about to enter the mountain, a large group of disciples from the Crimson Cloud Immortal Mansion surged out from the mountain gate. The leader was an old man with red hair, his body surrounded by raging flames, and he exclaimed menacingly: “Who are you? How dare you trespass on my Crimson Flame Mountain!”
“We’ve come to ask for something,” David replied casually, “Nine Heavens Profound Fire, plus your sect leader’s head.”
The red-haired old man flew into a rage: “Arrogant! Burn them to death!”
A vast sea of fire swept across the sky, the crimson flames threatening to reduce the entire world to ashes.
David stood motionless in the sea of fire. The seemingly fierce flames extinguished themselves when they came within three feet of him, as if they had encountered some natural enemy.
“Fire-based magic”
David scratched his head, then turned to Su Qingyuan and said, “Don’t you think they’re stupid? They knew I was coming, yet they still played with fire.”
“They probably don’t know that I’m the originator of playing with fire.”
Su Qingyuan couldn’t help but smile.
David raised his hand, unleashing the Demon Clan’s supreme fire, the Earth’s core fire, the Chaos Fire Lotus, the origin of fire
Countless flames intertwined to form a sea of fire, instantly engulfing the opponent’s flames.
The flames seemed to have encountered a black hole, being swept away by the vortex, leaving not even a spark behind.
The red-haired old man’s expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to activate his supernatural power again, he saw David take a step forward and appear in front of him, casually slapping him across the face.
Snap!
The red-haired old man was spun around three times by the slap, then fell to the ground dizzy and disoriented, breaking most of his teeth.