Chapter 75 Qingxiao Sect Master Battles the Demon Emperor

Li Dongyue stopped, looking up. They were already surrounded by the Devil Sect. Although her expression remained unchanged, she felt shocked internally.

How could there be so many people from the Devil Sect?

Looking around, the street where the Qingxiao Sect Disciples were walking was entirely surrounded by the Devil Sect. The number of Devil Sect Martial Artists exceeded a thousand and was rapidly increasing. Seen from above, they resembled ants crawling onto eaves and courtyard walls, each holding a sword or saber.

“How could a School that has already been destroyed in the Martial Forest have so many people…” Zhao Linglong frowned, muttering softly to herself.

When she heard that the Prefectural City had been breached, she already had suspicions, and now she developed an even more ridiculous conjecture.

“These people have undergone battlefield training.”

Li Yang suddenly spoke, his tone calm and his expression grim, lacking his usual youthful vigor.

Hearing his words, Zhao Linglong’s expression shifted slightly, and worry appeared in her eyes.

Zhang Yuchun scanned the Devil Sect Martial Artists surrounding them. His expression became solemn, but he did not panic. He raised his hand, and the True Disciples who had already entered the Nourishing Origin Realm quickly dispersed to the edges of the main group, drawing their weapons and preparing for battle.

Jiang Zhaoxia looked toward a tall building ahead. It appeared to be an inn of six stories. The lanterns on the balcony were crooked, yet one could still discern its former prosperity.

On top of the tall building, a figure slowly entered Jiang Zhaoxia’s field of vision.

It was none other than the Devil Emperor.

One of the Devil Emperor’s hands seemed to be dragging something. Only when he stood at the edge of the eaves did he lift the object in his hand, which turned out to be a person.

It was precisely the Divine Monk Taihang of Chanding Temple. At this moment, the Divine Monk had become a bloody mess, his limbs apparently broken and dangling in the air.

The Devil Emperor held Divine Monk Taihang aloft with one hand. He looked down upon the Qingxiao Sect group in the distance, his eyes indifferent.

In just this short time, the number of Devil Sect Martial Artists had increased by another thousand, exceeding two thousand people.

As the enemy numbers surged, the pressure on the Qingxiao Sect side dramatically increased. Even the usually carefree Li Sifeng subconsciously gripped the scabbard at his waist.

“Where is the Qingxiao Sect Sect Leader? When two Schools fight, the Sect Leader naturally ought to be dealt with by the Sect Leader.”

The Devil Emperor’s voice rang out again, echoing throughout the street. The Qingxiao Sect Disciples, looking at his figure from afar, all felt a chill.

Their intuition told them that this person was different from the other Devil Sect Martial Artists.

Jiang Zhaoxia frowned. He instinctively wanted to rush toward the Devil Emperor.

“Master, don’t be rash. There are still other Disciples behind us,” Xue Jin quickly called out, stopping Jiang Zhaoxia.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxia had no choice but to steady his steps. He was quite displeased, feeling that the Devil Emperor looked down on him.

Just then, a shrill cry echoed through the sky, startling everyone into instinctively looking up, only to see a giant eagle diving down through the clouds.

This sight caused the more than two thousand Devil Sect Cultivators to fall into an uproar; they had never seen such a large eagle.

Little Eight descended from the sky, landing above the street in front of Jiang Zhaoxia. It continuously flapped its wings, stirring up strong winds that caused Jiang Zhaoxia’s robes to billow violently. The Devil Sect Martial Artists on the nearby eaves instinctively retreated.

Standing on the eagle’s back was one person, precisely Li Qingqiu.

Li Qingqiu’s left hand rested on the hilt of the heavenly rainbow sword. He looked at the Devil Emperor, his expression calm.

“That eagle must have become a demon!”

“Who is this divine being, descending from the heavens…”

“Could there truly be Immortals in this world?”

“A mere trickster! Daoist Master Wei is the True Immortal.”

“He is the Qingxiao Sect Sect Leader? No wonder the Qingxiao Sect rose so quickly…”

Li Qingqiu’s descent upon the eagle caused immense shock to the more than two thousand Devil Sect Martial Artists, as they had never seen such a remarkable person.

This was true not only for the Devil Sect side but also for the Qingxiao Sect side.

Except for a handful of Disciples who had witnessed Li Qingqiu riding the eagle, the vast majority of Disciples only knew of the Sect Leader’s prowess through others. When they entered the city, they were still wondering why the Sect Leader had suddenly disappeared.

Li Yang, Zhao Linglong, and Su Xiling had seen this sight before, but seeing it a second time still left them astonished.

They were curious how high Li Qingqiu’s martial arts were, and curious about the eagle’s origin—could it truly have become a demon?

This was the first time Jiang Zhaoxia had seen Li Qingqiu descend while standing on Little Eight. He had to admit that even if he used his sword manipulation technique, his Aura was not as strong as that of his Senior Brother.

It seemed that as they aged, the gap between him and his Senior Brother only grew wider.

Li Qingqiu looked at the Devil Emperor, his eyes indifferent. He recognized this person.

In Lin Chuan’s memory, this person had once pursued and killed him and Lin Xunfeng. The reason he died on the road was because he was struck by this person’s poisonous palm.

Over a dozen years had passed, and this person’s skill was even more terrifying, far exceeding the level shown in that memory.

Lin Chuan, perched on Li Qingqiu’s shoulder, was staring ferociously at the Devil Emperor, his eyes turning blood red. Fortunately, his horrifying appearance was not seen by anyone else.

“Counting the time, it’s been almost sixteen years. Back then, I deliberately let Lin Xunfeng go, wanting him to endure the torment of being unable to seek revenge. I never expected that fellow would go searching for Immortals. How ridiculous! Did he think finding an Immortal could reverse the fact that his son died in his arms?”

The Devil Emperor’s voice rang out again, filled with mockery. His words caused Jiang Zhaoxia, Zhang Yuchun, Li Dongyue, Li Sifeng, and Li Sijin to freeze, immediately followed by anger spreading across their faces.

Even Wu Maner became furious, his entire being resembling a raging bear.

Although they rarely mentioned Lin Xunfeng in their daily lives, Lin Xunfeng was always in their hearts; he was equivalent to their father. Hearing that their Master’s son had been killed by this person, an uncontrollable killing intent surged within them.

The Devil Emperor let go, and the dying Divine Monk Taihang fell directly, crashing onto the street, his fate unknown.

Subsequently, the Devil Emperor raised both hands, and rolling waves of scorching Qi surged from his body, causing the space around him to fluctuate. Flames ignited in his palms, and he actually ascended into the air. This sight caused the Qingxiao Sect Disciples to widen their eyes.

So-called lightness skill was merely a way to borrow force; it could not achieve true flight. At least, the Qingxiao Sect Disciples had never witnessed such a lightness skill.

Cheng Canghai widened his eyes even further, wearing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

The Devil Emperor was like someone holding two brilliant suns; his entire Aura continuously climbed. The nearby Devil Sect Martial Artists could feel hot air waves rushing toward them, making them look at the Devil Emperor in shock.

What kind of martial art is this?

A fierce look flashed in the Devil Emperor’s eyes. He suddenly charged toward Li Qingqiu, like a flaming meteor streaking across the sky above the long street.

Li Qingqiu moved as well, transforming into a series of afterimages as he leaped from Little Eight’s back, meeting the Devil Emperor’s palm strike mid-air!

Boom—

Two powerful forces collided in the air, generating terrifying air waves that swept in all directions. Everyone subconsciously retreated. Tiles were lifted from nearby eaves, and the large trees along the road shook violently, as if they were about to be ripped from the ground.

The eyes beneath the Devil Emperor’s mask revealed shock, but Li Qingqiu’s expression remained unchanged. His right arm shook, and immense Origin Qi erupted, directly blasting the Devil Emperor backward, causing him to spit blood. His bamboo hat and mask flew in different directions.

He crashed onto the long street like a siege stone, causing the ground to crack and collapse. Not only the Qingxiao Sect Disciples standing on the street, but even the Devil Sect Martial Artists on the eaves and courtyard walls felt a tremor beneath their feet.

Silence!

Everyone was stunned by this scene. The Devil Emperor’s Aura was so powerful that the Devil Sect Martial Artists revered him as a god and the Qingxiao Sect Disciples felt as if they had encountered a demon. Even Jiang Zhaoxia and Xu Ning were startled, yet this person was utterly defeated by a single palm strike from Li Qingqiu.

Li Qingqiu used the rebound force to leap back, lightly landing on Little Eight’s back.

“The Great Sun Yang Technique truly lives up to its reputation. However, for a person like you to learn it is a disgrace to the Skill.”

Li Qingqiu’s voice followed, breaking the silence on the long street.

A tall Devil Sect Martial Artist suddenly raised a great halberd and roared angrily, “Kill! Kill them all!”

The more than two thousand Devil Sect Martial Artists charged toward the long street like a rain of arrows, surrounding the Qingxiao Sect.

Li Qingqiu bent down, gently patted Little Eight’s head, then leaped forward, landed on the ground, and walked toward the Devil Emperor.

Little Eight turned around and began attacking the Devil Sect Martial Artists rushing onto the long street.

The great melee had fully erupted!

Jiang Zhaoxia and Xu Ning charged in different directions. Their movements were the fastest; before the other Disciples could even move, they had already begun slaying the enemy.

Li Yang, who could no longer restrain himself, dashed to a courtyard wall, leaped up, pushed off the wall with his right foot, and easily reached the eaves. Holding his spear, he charged, instantly stabbing a Devil Sect Martial Artist straight ahead, piercing his throat. The spear tip emerged from the back of his neck, and blood flowed down the blade.

Seeing how ruthless his attack was, Zhao Linglong was completely relieved. She knew that Li Yang had cast aside his illusions and truly become a fierce general capable of killing.

She did not stand by and watch the show, but began fighting around the Qingxiao Sect Disciples.

Li Qingqiu walked all the way to the pit where the Devil Emperor lay. At this moment, the Devil Emperor was lying in a pool of blood, on the verge of death.

The Devil Emperor’s mask had fallen off, revealing a pale face. It was a very handsome face, and even with a head full of white hair, he did not look old.

He looked at Li Qingqiu, his eyes filled with terror.

“You… just who in the world are you…”

The Devil Emperor asked tremblingly. As he spoke, bloody foam continuously bubbled from his mouth. His internal organs had been shattered by Li Qingqiu’s shockwave, and he was not far from death.

Li Qingqiu looked down at him and said expressionlessly, “The Qingxiao Sect Sect Leader, Li Qingqiu.”

The Devil Emperor showed anger, feeling that Li Qingqiu looked down on him. Immediately afterward, he displayed an expression of resignation.

“Forget it. I knew retribution would come eventually… You people of the Martial Forest, knowing full well it’s futile, yet you insist on coming…”

“The Heavenly Saber Sect was like this, the Sect was like this, Chanding Temple was like this…”

“Li Qingqiu, you don’t understand who the enemy you are facing truly is. It is impossible for you and your Qingxiao Sect to change this world. The Martial Forest is vulnerable before the Dynasty…”

The Devil Emperor spoke intermittently, and finally, he breathed his last.

Behind Li Qingqiu were figures locked in fierce combat, yet no Devil Sect Martial Artist dared to charge toward him.

He raised his hand and touched Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan had already established a spiritual connection with him and immediately pounced on the Devil Emperor’s corpse.

A phantom black fox suddenly emerged from the Devil Emperor’s corpse, attempting to flee, but it was quickly pinned down by Lin Chuan, unable to move.

This was the reason Li Qingqiu had to take action. If it were purely a matter of strength, the Devil Emperor was certainly no match for Jiang Zhaoxia, but the Devil Emperor carried an evil object, and Jiang Zhaoxia had not yet cultivated a Spell that could see through ghosts.

Looking at this black fox soul, Li Qingqiu became even more interested in Daoist Master Wei.

The Devil Emperor was merely a Puppet of the Devil Sect; the root cause of the chaos in the Prefectural City had yet to be resolved.