This cultivator was at the middle stage of the Weak Water Realm and could be considered an expert. Sitting in the middle of the long row of seats, he should be one of the elders with the highest status in the Devil Sect.
Yang Cheng frowned, then smiled at the man, "Let me finish …"
"What's there to hear! It's nothing more than some wicked idea. If you still don't hand over our clan's Spiritual Treasure, we won't believe anything you say at all! "
When the mustached cultivator shouted, many of the elders present nodded their heads. Obviously, they all felt that Yang Cheng's purpose for coming was not good. He was not willing to hand over the Spiritual Treasure, and was not even willing to take it out.
Meng Zike gestured and comforted, "Elder Ge, don't be impatient. Since he's already here, there's no harm in listening to Little Brother Yang's reason."
"Patriarch, it's not that I, Ge Pandeng, am petty, but this evil thief has been enemies with our secular powers time and time again. Now that he suddenly walked into our Devil Sect with a smile, it really seems like he has ulterior motives!" If he doesn't return the Spiritual Treasure, how can we believe that his original intentions are good or bad!? "
Many of the surrounding Demonic Cultivators were discussing animatedly, casting hostile gazes at Yang Cheng.
Meng Zike did not say anything and looked at Yang Cheng with a smile, as if he was looking forward to it.
Yang Cheng rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes at the mustached Elder Ge, "What are you blabbering about? Are you going to let me speak or not …"
"You thief are exceptionally vicious. You should obediently surrender and hand over the Spiritual Treasure before we can have a good talk with you." Ge Pandeng shouted angrily, "Men!" "Capture this evil thief first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, four Demonic Cultivators of the Hellfire Stage entered the meeting hall and came to Yang Cheng's side. Each of them held a metal buckle in their hands, which seemed to be a magic treasure used to bind their limbs. They were prepared to put it on Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng was immediately a little annoyed. It seemed that this group of fellows were not smart. They really thought that they wouldn't dare to make a move just because he entered their base camp.
Without wasting any time, the true essence in his body surged, fusing with the power of chaos and the power of heaven and earth, causing the surrounding four Hellfire Stage cultivators to be blasted away!
Bang!
The True Essence shockwave made a muffled sound, and the black marble floor where Yang Cheng was standing was left with a deep depression. The four Hellfire Stage cultivators were sent flying, and they all spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yang Cheng stood where he was and didn't move at all. His face darkened.
Although no one present could see through Yang Cheng's cultivation, they were still shocked.
"You still dare to resist. As expected, you harbor malicious intentions!"
Ge Pandeng gave a loud shout and fearlessly flew down from his seat. A mass of dark purple mist-like True Essence appeared in his hand. It was like a massive cloud that shrouded Yang Cheng!
Yang Cheng sneered. This spell was quite interesting. It actually contained a large amount of poison. Unfortunately, he was completely immune to poison. He had hit an iron plate.
Seeing Ge Pandeng descend, Yang Cheng did not dodge or evade. With a sudden acceleration, he met him head-on. As he lifted his foot, true essence pressure was suddenly released!
Boom!!
The entire meeting hall felt a strong sense of oppression. Everyone present, including Meng Zike, who was sitting there calmly, was horrified!
This true essence pressure had exceeded their imagination too much. It was even more terrifying than Meng Zike's pressure!
When Ge Pandeng realized that the situation was not good, it was already too late.
One of Yang Cheng's feet directly hit his back like lightning, and Ge Pandeng's body suddenly fell diagonally to the marble floor!
Bang!!
The marble shattered and splashed. Ge Pandeng's body was embedded in it. He coughed up a few mouthfuls of thick blood. Obviously, his body was seriously injured.
Fortunately, Yang Chen used brute force to hit him. If he suddenly attacked him with Ruoshui or Blue Fire, he wouldn't have been fully prepared and his soul would have been destroyed.
But even so, Yang Cheng used true essence pressure to forcibly take down Ge Pandeng, and then used brute force to kick a Weak Water Intermediate Stage cultivator into the stone ground. This had already made everyone present feel like they had a fishbone stuck in their throat, and their faces were extremely ugly.
Some people subconsciously looked at Meng Zike. Even if the patriarch made a move, he would not be able to defeat a Weak Water Intermediate Stage cultivator so easily.
"I told you, let me finish … Don't you know that it's impolite to interrupt others when they are speaking …"
Yang Cheng condescendingly looked down at Ge Pandeng who was "sunk" into the ground.
Ge Pandeng forced a mouthful of true essence and tried to climb up. Even if the bones in his body were hurting, he took a few steps back and gritted his teeth, "Evil thief … You …"
Yang Cheng was not happy. It seemed that if he did not kill this guy, he would not be able to continue talking.
Helplessly shaking his head, Yang Cheng once again lifted his foot and circulated his true essence. He planned to directly kick this guy's head to pieces.
Just as his foot flew over, suddenly there was a dark golden light suddenly flashing in front of Yang Cheng!
A repulsive face, sharp teeth, bulging muscles, and a pair of vajra wings on its back appeared out of thin air!
Yang Cheng's kick was blocked by the closed vajra wings of the dharma idol!
"Boom!"
With this blow from Yang Cheng, the dharma idol was also broken, but Yang Cheng did not succeed in killing Ge Pandeng.
A large golden palm print fell from above. The dark golden palm print was like a dragon claw. It directly grabbed the heavily injured Ge Pandeng and threw him back to the seat.
Yang Cheng frowned and looked up. Sure enough, he saw that there was a dark golden wheel spinning behind Meng Zike. The two defensive and rescue methods just now were performed by him.
No wonder he was able to become the leader of the Devil Sect. Although this guy's cultivation was not as high as his, his methods were unique. In his heart, Yang Cheng had also raised him by a level.
The people from the Devil Sect all heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Meng Zike with reverence. Fortunately, the Sect Leader was here, otherwise they would not have been able to save Ge Pandeng.
"The dharma idol you just released seems to be one of the eight great Guardian Gods, Garuda?" Yang Cheng asked with interest, "And that handprint of yours, it's a dragon claw. I'm not mistaken, right? Could it be that you have a spell to summon the Eight Division Heavenly Dragon?"
Meng Zike was slightly surprised and said with a smile, "Little Brother Yang knows quite a bit. That's right, it's the dragon and Garuda of the eight guardians. However, it's not a spell, but my magic treasure. The 'Eight Division Heavenly Magic Wheel' can borrow the power of the eight guardians."
Yang Cheng suddenly understood. No wonder there was a dark golden wheel spinning behind him just now. He couldn't help but feel a little envious. This thing could summon the Eight Division Heavenly Dragon, which was a Buddhist Protector. It shouldn't be just a high-grade magic treasure. It was very likely that it was an immortal artifact. It seemed like the Prehistoric Sect had quite a few good things.
As for why a Devil Cultivator would have a magic treasure that seemed to belong to a Buddhist sect, Yang Cheng didn't find it strange. Buddhism was just a type of Dao, and Devil Cultivator was just a method of cultivation. It didn't conflict with Buddhism.
Meng Zike seemed to feel the greed in Yang Cheng's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously put away his magic treasure, afraid that Yang Cheng would have some evil ideas.
"Cough cough." Meng Zike coughed dryly. He had already tested Yang Cheng's strength, so it was easy for him to make a decision. "Little Brother Yang, the younger generation is truly formidable. I didn't have your cultivation level four hundred years ago, I'm truly ashamed …"
Yang Cheng really couldn't tell that this guy was already over four hundred years old. However, with his cultivation level, it was normal for him to live for a thousand years.
"Little Brother Yang, don't be angry. Elder Ge is just thinking about the safety of the demon sect. Let's talk amicably. Little Brother, don't you have something to say? Feel free to say it," Meng Zike said with a smile. In fact, he had no other choice. If he forced the entire demon sect to defeat Yang Chen, the gains would outweigh the losses, not to mention that it might not even succeed.
"Sect Leader, you're more understanding." Yang Cheng chuckled and said, "Actually, what I want to say is that the conflict between us was originally because the disciples of the secular Meng Clan had evil intentions towards my woman. That's why I went against the Meng Clan for my woman."
After that, the secular Meng Clan repeatedly attacked me. I couldn't possibly take a beating, so I fought back one by one, gradually leading to today's situation.
However, from the beginning to the end, I actually have no intention of fighting with your Untainted World Sect. We will mind our own business. You guys continue to recuperate, and I will live with my women. Isn't that good for everyone? "
"Brother Yang's words are reasonable. However, the secular Meng Clan is not only a branch of my Devil Sect, but also the Demon Sect. Even if we turn hostility into friendship, we still have to obtain the Demon Sect's consent. Furthermore …" The Spiritual Treasure still has to be returned. "Meng Zike was a little puzzled. Yang Cheng seemed to have come to seek peace, but why was he still so overbearing just now?
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