Chapter 63

When Meng Su and Dongfang Mao arrived at the council hall, Shi Xiaoxiao was shouting loudly.

"The life-and-death arena is where life and death are not pursued; this has been the rule of our Demon Realm for a thousand years. Yang Tianjiao was not as skilled as his opponent and died as he deserved. What is the meaning of you mobilizing so many people to come here and stir up trouble? Do you really not hold our Pill Demon Sect in your eyes?"

A woman giggled, "Alchemist Xiaoxiao, do not try to scare us with the Pill Demon Sect. If Shi Buli were here, we would naturally not dare to act presumptuously, but we have never held you, Shi Xiaoxiao, in our eyes. How could our Yang family's prodigy die in such an unclear way? The killer must pay a price. As long as Alchemist Xiaoxiao hands over that Seed Alchemist, we will definitely not make things difficult for your Pill Demon Sect."

Hearing this woman's voice, Meng Su's head went 'Boom—'. This voice was so familiar, etched into his bones. The heroic face of Nangong Xiaoyan immediately surfaced in Meng Su's mind.

Meng Su was searching for this person every moment to avenge Nangong Xiaoyan. The person speaking was none other than Wu Linglong.

Meng Su clenched his fists, his whole body tensed. He stared at the hall.

The Yang family had come with four people this time, two men and two women. One man looked to be in his thirties, with boundless baleful energy and surging Qi and blood, thick eyebrows and large eyes. He was certainly a Blood Demon cultivator at the early stage of the Demon Saint realm.

One woman was indeed Wu Linglong, but at this moment, Wu Linglong was not in the True Demon realm, but the mid-stage of the Demon Saint realm. It seemed that the one who killed Nangong Xiaoyan was merely a clone of Wu Linglong.

There was another man, dressed in black, his whole body wreathed in smoke, his figure flickering in and out of sight. He should be a cultivator of the Mist Demon Sect, at the peak of the Demon God realm.

The other woman had an arrogant expression with a red mole between her eyebrows. Her lips were blood-red, and she licked them from time to time with a scarlet tongue. She should be a Blood Demon cultivator at the mid-stage of the Demon God realm.

Just as Shi Xiaoxiao was about to answer, a middle-aged man spoke, "Wu Linglong, do not rely on the prestige of Wu Miaomiao to bark orders here. Our Pill Demon Sect is not a place for you to run wild. Once you have entered our Pill Demon Sect, you must follow our rules. Your young master was not as skilled as his opponent and even maliciously provoked others. He deserved to die."

"Bold! Shi Yu, do not rely on your age to act arrogant. You, a demon cultivator stuck at the Demon Saint realm for a thousand years without any progress, what face do you have to stand up for others? You can only be arrogant on this small plot of land in the Pill Demon Sect. Do you dare to go to the life-and-death arena with me?" The one speaking was the man standing with Wu Linglong.

"Why would I not dare? Yang Lu, I know your Yang family has long coveted our Pill Demon Sect. Today is a good day to settle both new and old accounts."

"Elder Shi, wait a moment. Let us settle my account first." Meng Su shouted and stood in the middle of the council hall.

Meng Su pointed at Wu Linglong, "Do you dare to go to the life-and-death arena with me?"

The four visitors from the Yang family were stunned by the sudden appearance of Meng Su. Because of the urgency, Meng Su had used the 'Body Follows Thought' supernatural ability; while everyone was in a standoff, Meng Su had appeared out of thin air.

The man named Yang Lu and the man wreathed in demon mist clearly did not recognize Meng Su, and the woman with the red mole certainly did not recognize him either. Wu Linglong did not recognize Meng Su at a glance. Firstly, because there was a slight discrepancy in the information transmitted between her clone and her true body, and secondly, Wu Linglong had killed countless people; how could she remember having killed a mortal and a person with Demon Deficiency?

Wu Linglong looked at Meng Su and let out a bewitching laugh, "Where did this little bastard who doesn't know how to die come from? A True Demon actually dares to provoke me. I have lived for a thousand years, and I have truly never seen such an idiot."

Seeing Meng Su, Shi Xiaoxiao said urgently, "Who told you to come out? Why don't you get back to your medicine field? Have you prepared the herbs I wanted yesterday?"

"Wait. My prodigy was killed by you, a piece of trash? You have some guts. Today, I will teach you how to be a person. A tiny True Demon dares to provoke my Yang family. I will slowly cut your flesh and blood off inch by inch and make you, this little animal, wish you were dead."

Before Wu Linglong had finished speaking, her body turned into a burst of demon mist, and she appeared right in front of Meng Su, slapping his cheek.

Meng Su glanced behind Wu Linglong, his body blurred, dragging out a long afterimage, and he appeared behind Wu Linglong, slapping her back with his palm.

Just as Meng Su's palm was about to strike Wu Linglong's back, her body quickly turned into a streak of demon mist. As the mist dissipated, Wu Linglong was facing Meng Su, raising her palm to meet his. The two palms collided, and Meng Su was shaken back seven or eight steps, stopping beside a pillar.

Just as Meng Su was forced back by the slap, he activated his thought power, leaving a 'Thought Body' in place, making it look as if Meng Su had been split into two people by the slap.

Wu Linglong did not notice Meng Su being forced back; seeing that Meng Su had not moved an inch after her slap, she was stunned for a moment.

After Meng Su steadied himself, he once again used 'Body Follows Thought', returning to the position of the Thought Body. The Thought Body turned into his true body, and he threw a punch at Wu Linglong.

Wu Linglong had failed to injure Meng Su with her slap and was furious. As a famous demon cultivator at the mid-stage of the Demon Saint realm for many years, she was actually unable to do anything to a True Demon.

Seeing Meng Su's fist reaching her chest, Wu Linglong turned into demon mist and, with a long laugh, disappeared in front of Meng Su.

Ever since Meng Su had come into contact with various strange demon cultivators, he had been studying ways to deal with them. What made demon cultivators formidable was their 'Demon Body', which was almost formless, making it very troublesome.

Meng Su's punch hit empty air, but he did not withdraw it. A faint phantom of an infant appeared between his eyebrows, and the infant pointed at the void. Meng Su's punch, which had hit empty air, was exactly the first injury of the Seven Injury Fist: 'Injury Form'.

Meng Su's fist energy turned into powerful thought power, which locked onto Wu Linglong's aura and condensed in the void. It was invisible and intangible.

After Wu Linglong used 'Mist Escape' and disappeared from in front of Meng Su, she did not leave but instead appeared above Meng Su's head, slapping down toward his crown.

Meng Su stood there foolishly, as if he had not noticed.

Dongfang Mao, who was on the side, exclaimed, "Brother Meng, watch out!"

Just as Wu Linglong's figure condensed, the fist intent containing thought power appeared in front of her. Although Wu Linglong could not see the fist intent, she could feel the fluctuation of power and foresaw the danger.

Immediately, Wu Linglong abandoned her attack and turned back into a streak of demon mist, disappearing into the void, leaving behind a ferocious laugh, "Little animal, you have some tricks. No wonder my prodigy was no match for you."

Meng Su's 'Reverse Demon Art' was not yet mature, so he could only watch Wu Linglong keep misting and struggling. But the fist intent of the Seven Injury Fist remained; it was a killing intent that would not stop until it reached its goal, unless Meng Su withdrew it.

Wu Linglong condensed her true body in the distance. As soon as she appeared, she pointed a finger at Meng Su. A powerful demon power gathered at her fingertip, condensing into a short arrow. The short arrow locked onto Meng Su and flew toward him like a meteor.

Just as Wu Linglong wanted to continue using other supernatural abilities to kill Meng Su completely, the fist intent of the Seven Kill Fist arrived, carrying the demon power to split mountains and crack rocks, led by thought power. This was a supernatural ability with its own self-will. It slammed into Wu Linglong with a punch.

Only then did Wu Linglong begin to take Meng Su's attack seriously. She was shocked, "How can there be such a powerful supernatural ability in the world? What level of supernatural ability is this? It is unheard of in the Demon Realm."

Although Wu Linglong was surprised, she was not afraid: how powerful could the supernatural ability of a True Demon be?

This time, Wu Linglong no longer showed off her 'Mist Demon Body'. She focused her mind and gathered her Qi, meeting Meng Su's fist intent with a punch.

With a 'Boom—', a wave of air exploded around Wu Linglong, directly flipping the roof of the great hall. To others, it looked as if Wu Linglong had punched the air, but this punch shook Wu Linglong until she looked like porcelain, with cracks appearing on her face and body.