"If I reveal my identity, I’m afraid it will scare you to death."

Li Changchun snorted coldly.

"I am Li Changchun from Evergreen Peak of Tianyong Mountain."

When he mentioned the name Tianyong Mountain, a deep sense of pride surged within.

Today’s Tianyong Mountain is no longer the same as before; its strength can completely rival the Qingyun Sect now.

Demon Emperor Ghost Ping responded coldly upon hearing it.

"I was wondering who it was. Turns out it’s a worthless one from Tianyong Mountain. I’ve never heard of any experts from Tianyong Mountain."

Li Changchun was enraged upon hearing this.

"You dare to be so reckless without even knowing about Tianyong Mountain? What are you?"

Ghost Ping laughed in response.

This guy really doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, so boastful.

"I am Demon Emperor Ghost Ping of the Devil Sect. Let me say this, a second-rate sect like Tianyong Mountain is nothing but a fart to me. Even if your Sect Master stood in front of me, he would have to kneel."

Those present were terrified upon hearing Ghost Ping call himself the Demon Emperor.

Those wealthy disciples scrambled out in a rush.

After all, they were just here for some fun, seeing a great battle about to erupt, they didn’t want to lose their lives for nothing.

Fuyao saw this and smiled slightly at the two.

"Both of you are here for the music, why bother getting angry?"

Ghost Ping glanced at Fuyao, and the murderous aura on his face instantly dissipated.

Although Ghost Ping had killed countless people in his life, seeing Fuyao, he felt his entire soul being cleansed, unable to harbor any evil thoughts.

"In that case, I’ll give Goddess Fuyao a little face. I’ll settle the account with the mountaineer from Tianyong Mountain tomorrow."

Ghost Ping sneered at Li Changchun.

Li Changchun also smiled at Fuyao, since the goddess had spoken, he naturally wouldn’t deny her face.

He hurriedly sat down, eagerly waiting for Fuyao to sing.

Although Fuyao didn’t sing well, her beauty was dazzling, looking at her felt like seeing the spring breeze.

Li Changchun was also inebriated by the spring breeze.

After two hours, Fuyao quietly left the song tower, replaced by other women who sang and danced. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Li Changchun awoke from his dream at this moment, noticing Fuyao had already left, feeling inevitably a bit of loss.

"I’ll come back tomorrow to listen to the song."

He stood up and walked towards the exit of the song tower, frankly speaking, the song Fuyao sang felt like a lullaby.

After listening to two hours of the song, he felt refreshed.

Not far from the song tower exit, he saw a group of people blocking his way. These people all had long red hair, dark lips, and the mark of the Devil Sect on their brows.

They were clearly from the Devil Sect.

At that moment, Ghost Ping was smiling mysteriously at an old man selling beef noodles.

"Old man, your granddaughter is pretty nice. Where did she go today?"

The noodle vendor heard this, scared to the ground.

Shivering all over.

Those who caught Ghost Ping’s eye ended up miserably, not only were they tortured, but they were also eventually killed.

It’s rumored Ghost Ping had killed over thirty thousand people in Fuyao City, including thousands of women, his hands were covered in blood.

Such a person naturally incited anger among countless people. However, due to his overly powerful strength and the weak righteous forces in Fuyao City, there weren’t many experts.

Hence, people in Fuyao City could only watch helplessly as these Devil Sect people committed evil in their city.

"You won’t tell, old man? If you don’t, I’ll destroy your stall and pull out your bone marrow."

Ghost Ping’s face gradually became hideous.

With a wave of his wand, the noodle stall instantly turned to powder.

Seeing his livelihood destroyed, the old man’s heart chilled in an instant. With no means of making a living, what now?

"Demon Emperor, have mercy on a poor soul like me..."

Seeing the old man unwilling to speak, the Demon Emperor raised the wand and smashed it down on the old man’s head.

Just then, a girl rushed out and stood in front of the old man.

The girl was trembling all over, cold sweat streaming down her forehead.

She knew her fate, these Devil Sect people regarded humans like swine and dogs, they were extremely brutal, falling into their hands meant no chance of survival.

In the back mountain of Fuyao City, there was a pit of corpses filled with bodies, all killed by the Devil Sect.

"Hehe!"

Ghost Ping saw the girl, smiled evilly, then once again swung the wand at the old man’s head.

The old man’s head instantly turned into a mist of blood.

Seeing this, the girl collapsed to the ground, crying out in pain.

"I want to have a room with this girl. If you don’t want to die, move aside."

Ghost Ping swept the wand.

Seeing this, the crowd hurriedly fled.

"This little girl is truly unfortunate."

"This Ghost Ping is simply inhuman, the poor girl is still a minor."

"The Devil Sect are simply beasts."

"Ah, these Devil Sect people have truly harmed us common folk."

The fleeing people wore bitter expressions, but dared not express anger aloud.

Seeing the crowd slowly disperse, Ghost Ping took out a dagger to cut the girl’s clothes.

Shoo!

At that moment, a flying sword shot over.

Ghost Ping heard the sword, hurriedly turned around, and saw a young man in a green robe.

The young man’s chest bore the Qingyun Sect’s emblem.

"How dare you, Devil Sect fiend, today I shall kill you and rid the world of evil."

Zui Ge shouted angrily.

He held a jug of wine in one hand and a sword in the other.

"Hmph, we’ll see if you have the capability."

"Even a Qingyun Sect runt dares to ruin my good deeds, courting death!"

Ghost Ping sneered, commanding the people beside him.

"Kill this man for me."

The four Ghost Marquises beside him, with hideous expressions, rushed at Zui Ge.

One of the Ghost Marquises held a fork, named Ghost Fork.

Another man held an iron chain, named Ghost Chain, with a string of human heads around his neck.

Ghost Fork threw the fork, it flew directly towards Zui Ge.

Seeing this, Zui Ge hurriedly drew his sword to deflect.

Crack!

The next instant, the fork pierced through his sword, deeply into his chest.

Blood splattered out.

The scent of blood filled the air.

Seeing this, Ghost Fork retracted the fork, a piece of heart flesh hanging from it.

Zui Ge suddenly collapsed on the ground, his eyes blood-red, lying rigidly.

The young girl turned pale upon witnessing, paralyzed with fear.

"So this is the strength of Qingyun Sect? Truly disappointing."

"This is the result of lacking strength yet trying to play hero."

Ghost Chain crossed his arms, sneering.

The four Demon Marquises looked at Zui Ge’s body, shaking their heads, didn’t expect Ghost Fork to handle him alone, they thought he was more formidable.

"Aren’t you going to leave, unless you want to die?"

Ghost Chain glanced at the roof, noticing someone there.

This person was none other than Li Changchun.