In the evening sky, a few stars had already opened their eyes silently, gazing over coldly! The world.
A streak of green light swept past and suddenly halted. The Myriad Poison Ancestor's expression changed drastically, becoming filled with disbelief. He murmured, "Impossible, impossible! Just who is it!?"
He refused to believe that Li Qingshan possessed the ability to do so. It was exactly this wrong assessment that made him pay a heavy price. He gritted his teeth, and a layer of green appeared on his face. He sped up and flew away without any regard for the cost of his cultivation.
When he was close to where the people of the Myriad Poison cult had died, he suddenly heard a call from below. "Master! I'm here! "
"Who was it? Who did it? "The Myriad Poison Ancestor arrived beside Qian Liangmu in a flash and grabbed him by the shoulder, asking viciously.
"I- it was Li Qingshan!"
"Just him?"
"And that Little Ann used the Chant of Deva-Nāga to intercept us. I sensed that something was amiss, so I used a Great Shifting talisman. I- don't tell me …"
Qian Liangmu had escaped, but Just now, he still doubted whether he had made a mistake. He was worried about how he was supposed to explain things to the Myriad Poison Ancestor if Li Qingshan was not as dangerous as his instincts told him. Only now did he finally confirm he was right when he saw the Myriad Poison Ancestor's expression, and the situation seemed to be even more severe than he had imagined.
There were so many people … Did none of them escape?
"Hmph, you sure know how to run!" The Myriad Poison Ancestor glared at Qian Liangmu.
"I deserve to die! Please punish me, master!" Qian Liangmu said.
"Whatever. It's already impressive that you managed to escape. Once I ascend, you'll be the next leader of the Myriad Poison cult. Don't let me down. "The Myriad Poison Ancestor waved his hand and gradually calmed down. He gazed in the direction of Savage mountain with a sunken face.
"Master, what should we do now?"
Qian Liangmu had no idea whether he should laugh or cry now that he had obtained what he had been dreaming of. He asked carefully. Li Qingshan and the others had probably fled back to Savage mountain already.
When Li Qingshan was not around, even if they gathered the strength of the entire Myriad Poison cult, they still could not take down Savage mountain, let alone now when only the two of them remained. They would just be asking to be humiliated if they went. However, he was not bold enough to say that to the Myriad Poison Ancestor.
However, the Myriad Poison Ancestor was not a mediocre person. It had just been many years since he suffered such a great loss, which was why he had been careless. Now that he had been dealt a heavy blow, he had already made up his mind.
"You go back to Myriad Poison Cult to hold down the fort. I want to go somewhere! I will not rest until I crush Li Qingshan's bones and scatter his ashes. "
"That's strange. The Myriad Poison Ancestor actually hasn't attacked. So much for rushing back in such a hurry!"
Li Qingshan stood at the top of the tall tower on the main peak of Savage Mountain. He shaded his eyes with his hand and gazed at the sky. All he saw was the setting sun. The sky was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was like water.
"He's a sect master after all. He won't be so unwise." Little Ann sat on the edge of the tower. The stars reflected in his eyes as his long hair drifted in the night breeze.
"Heh, fair enough. What a pity. I was planning on cursing him a little more!" Li Qingshan looked away and said in some pity.
"He won't just swallow his anger. We still need to take precautions," said Little Ann.
"As long as the King of Southern Yue doesn't launch a full-scale attack, who can get through our Tree King Formation?" Li Qingshan smiled.
In the valley, the Banyan Tree King sighed helplessly. I'll have to worry about this kid again.
"In my knowledge, there are still some." Little Ann said. Hopefully, it's not such a troublesome opponent, or it would not be impossible for the foundation of Savage mountain to be destroyed in a day.
Li Qingshan said, "The world is vast, and there are as many powerful people as there are clouds. However, we won't be at the mercy of others anymore. We must repay them tenfold!"
In the Asura Field.
"What's your relationship with that Li guy? We've worked so hard, yet you're the one who benefits the most."
Yin Qing sighed emotionally. She stared at a bald Daemon General with average strength and low intelligence. He was king Milliped.
"Friends! Milliped likes friends!"
Milliped rubbed his head and smiled foolishly. Every single one of the dark green beads in his hand condensed with powerful spiritual energy.
These were the main spoils of the battle, the ten golden cores of the protector elders of the Myriad Poison cult. Due to their poison affinity, they were useless to Li Qingshan, so he tossed them all to Milliped.
The ten poisonous cores were enough for Milliped to save a thousand years of time. His status as a Daemon Commander was already set in stone, and his chances of becoming a Daemon King had increased drastically. Yin Qing was filled with admiration for this treatment. She felt even more admiration for Li Qingshan now.
If she returned to the Asura Realm one day, following an Asura King like this did not seem like a bad choice. However, right now, she should properly enjoy this rare vacation.
Yin Qing sat down cross-legged and took out an exquisite teapot from a pile of hundred treasures pouches. She pinched a handful of tea leaves and brewed them with spiritual water. She filled a cup, and green smoke curled up as a strange fragrance wafted through the air.
Milliped no longer looked at the poisonous cores. Instead, he stared straight at the teacup, drooling.
Yin Qing put down the teacup. "Sigh, you're so disgusting! Whatever. Wipe away your drool. I'll treat you to a cup. "
"Your Majesty, the cave masters are awaiting your arrival at the Wild King Hall. They invite you over to give them instructions."
Yu Wufeng arrived at the main peak and clasped his hands towards Li Qingshan at the top of the tower. His attitude had become extremely respectful.
Although he had lost to Li Qingshan in the past and was forced to swear a blood oath, he had always been rather reluctant to accept it. He just felt like Li Qingshan did not make him stay behind with his own strength. However, after the battle today, his mind had become extremely shaken.
The South Sea Sword pavilion and the Myriad Poison cult had been at odds for many years. They had always treated each other as mortal enemies. Countless hot-blooded battles and tragic sacrifices had been written between the south and the South sea. As it turned out, it was all because of a single palm strike from him.
Even if I undergo the third heavenly tribulation, I'm not his opponent! But the most terrifying part is that he's only in his thirties! Not only was he shocked by Li Qingshan's great strength, but he also felt like his worldview had been shattered and his horizons had been broadened.
Li Qingshan leapt down. "Let's go!"
The Savage King Hall was a hall built by the Gentleman of Heavenly Blubber on Savage mountain. It was made from a million tonnes of black basalt, sitting majestically on the mountain ridge. It had not been sculpted, but it gave off a primitive, savage aura. It seemed especially deep under the night sky.
In the centre of the hall was a black, rock throne. Below it were ten slightly smaller seats to the left and right. The nine cave masters had already taken their seats. Apart from Ghost Shadow who remained silent, the other cave masters discussed and communicated with one another. The Gentleman of Heavenly Blubber was the most active.
At this moment, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the hall. Li Qingshan strode in.
The cave masters stood up at the same time, bowing and clasping their hands. "Greetings, my king!" Their unified voices echoed through the empty hall, filled with similar fear and respect.
Li Qingshan walked past them and arrived before the black throne, examining it. The throne stood high up, its base fused with the ground. According to the aesthetics of the south, it was carved into many skeletons. However, the back of the throne was jagged like a sword, black rock that had not been carved. It stabbed straight into the sky.
Li Qingshan shook his head. It's just a rock!
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