"You actually let this seat kill the woman this seat loved the most! This seat will kill you!"
The people present, "..." What?? What did he mean by that? Couldn't he shift the blame in such a dramatic fashion?
Seeing the Demon King about to make a move, the disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect instantly lost their composure. "You stomped our junior sister to death, and now you want to kill us! Aren't you afraid our Sect Master will seek revenge on you!"
Upon hearing this, the Demon King sneered and sent the disciple of the Vermilion Bird Sect flying with a single palm. "This seat is a Demon King. Do you think this seat fears anyone? Ridiculous!"
After sending all the disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect flying, the Demon King's gaze fell upon Ming Li and the others. When he clearly saw Ming Li's face, his expression faltered for a moment, and he spoke, "What is your relationship with Xiao La Jiao?"
Before Ming Li could speak, the Demon King instantly teleported in front of her, raising a pale hand and directly gripping Ming Li's chin. "Answer me, what is your relationship with her?"
Feeling the pain in her chin, Ming Li's eyes narrowed slightly. Her red sword was instantly unsheathed and thrust fiercely into the Demon King's body.
"Pfft—"
Feeling the pain from his abdomen, the Demon King's expression stiffened. He slowly lowered his head, only to see the red sword embedded in his abdomen.
"You!"
Ming Li's gaze was calm. She calmly pulled the silver sword from the Demon King's abdomen and directly chopped at the hand that was gripping her chin.
Seeing this, the Demon King's pupils contracted, and he quickly released his grip.
Upon seeing this, Ming Li directly threw the silver sword in her hand, her voice filled with indifference, devoid of any emotion, "Kill."
Over there, upon hearing this, the Demon King wore a look of disdain. "Heh! You... Ah!"
Before the Demon King could finish his arrogant words, in the next second, his throat was slit by the flying silver sword.
Black and red blood instantly spurted from the Demon King, uncontrollable.
Looking at the large amount of blood flowing from his neck, the Demon King finally lost his composure and tried to escape by leaving his soul, but in the next second, his soul was imprisoned by a strange force.
Ming Li walked towards him unhurriedly, placing her hand on his forehead...
Soul-searching!
Feeling the searing pain from the depths of his soul, the Demon King's eyes widened instantly, filled with horror, and he began to struggle frantically.
However, no matter how much he struggled, it was useless.
After an unknown amount of time, Ming Li finally withdrew her hand and cast a calm glance at the silver sword.
The silver sword gestured and directly devoured the Demon King's soul.
After devouring the Demon King's soul, the silver sword shook off the blood and happily flew back towards Ming Li, hovering quietly beside her.
Wen Ruyu and Hong Yuning, who had witnessed the entire process, were stunned. "…!" Who were they? Where were they? What had they just seen?!
"Junior, Junior Sister..."
Hearing her senior brother's voice, Ming Li raised an eyebrow, turned her head, and looked at the two of them calmly. "What is it?"
"N-nothing..."
Wen Ruyu and Hong Yuning exchanged glances, their eyes communicating.
Wen Ruyu: Didn't Junior Sister say she was only at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment? The Demon King seemed to be at the Nascent Soul stage, right?
Hong Yuning: It seems so...
Wen Ruyu: So, how could the middle stage of Foundation Establishment defeat the Nascent Soul stage? And so easily...
Hong Yuning: I don't know...
Wen Ruyu: Is Junior Sister sure she's not an ancient monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years?
Hong Yuning: ...