Mo Geilian’s words left everyone present in utter confusion.
“What’s this ‘Blazing Demon Hall’? Never heard of it. And who exactly is your elder brother? Why does he have it in for our Qili Tower?”
“There’s something going on here—at least explain yourself!”
Le Bufan’s expression turned grave. He could clearly sense that Mo Geilian was only at the peak of the Demon Lord Realm.
For someone of such cultivation to swagger in alone and claim he would dismantle their Qili Tower—it was laughable!
Even though their sect leader was away, Le Bufan, with his late-stage Demon Emperor Realm power, could have vaporized him in an instant.
Yet clearly this kid had a hidden ace—otherwise, why dare he come alone? Were there ambushers lying in wait?
Thinking this, Le Bufan immediately searched the area with his divine sense.
But a moment later, his face drained of color as he turned toward the sect gate.
There, his precious son Le Yang was being dragged in like a dead dog.
And the killer was only at the Tianmo Realm?
This world had gone mad! A mere Tianmo Realm cultivator and a Demon Lord–level stranger, daring to wreak havoc here—did they not know death’s meaning?
Le Bufan laughed through his anger and prepared to slay Ye Yu to rescue Le Yang.
But before he could move, Mo Geilian blocked his path.
“Did I say you could move?”
“Are you courting death?”
Le Bufan roared and immediately summoned his Demonic Immortal Artifact, the Precious Pagoda, ready to refine Mo Geilian on the spot and show everyone what happens to those who dare oppose Qili Tower.
Under the push of demonic energy, the Pagoda swelled a hundredfold in an instant.
A towering violet pagoda over a hundred zhang high enclosed Mo Geilian.
As Le Bufan formed a demonic seal with both hands, countless infernal runes appeared on the Pagoda, exuding a thick black aura.
Le Bufan sneered, mocking Mo Geilian in his mind: “A mere Demon Lord Realm warrior really knows nothing of his place!”
Anyone trapped by the Fragmentation Demon Pagoda could never escape alive; it was only a matter of time.
Just as Le Bufan was about to turn to deal with Ye Yu, a muffled crack sounded from behind him.
He spun around in disbelief to see a massive fist imprint stamped into his mid-grade Demonic Immortal Artifact—something he had never encountered before.
What on earth was this fellow? Even the most gifted brute cultivator couldn’t do that!
Then came a second punch, a third, a fourth...
The dull thuds rang heavy, as if each blow struck everyone’s hearts.
Without hesitation, Le Bufan ordered Elder Bai Kong to eliminate Ye Yu and free Le Yang.
Bai Kong didn’t hesitate and dashed off into the distance.


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