The sorcerer looked up and a chill ran down his spine, "Ming… Ming Zhitian?!"
Seeing Hong Liefeng beside Ming Zhitian, the sorcerer pointed furiously, "Traitor! A traitor of the Demonic Sect, how dare you return?"
Hong Liefeng's brow furrowed, "Demon Ancestor, what truly happened to my father? I firmly believe he is not behind this catastrophe. What are your intentions?"
The sorcerer laughed heartily, "Ridiculous! Your father, King Tie Hong, has been completely stripped of his Grand Marshal title and thrown into the dungeons awaiting judgment because you colluded with the twenty-three sects and thirty-nine clans.
Of course, thanks to my few words clarifying the facts, the Demon God, with his keen insight, chose to pass judgment on King Tie Hong, bestowing his position upon me. As for your brother, Duke Hong Qiang, he openly defied the Demon God and was also thrown into the dungeons."
Hong Liefeng's anger boiled over, "So it was you who sowed discord! Demon Ancestor, I respect you as the Demon God's confidant, but that does not mean I, Hong Liefeng, fear you. Behold my halberd!"
"Star Dragon Jade Flower Halberd Technique!"
Hong Liefeng's long halberd transformed into myriad star dragons, jade flowers danced, and it struck directly at the sorcerer!
The sorcerer was greatly alarmed. That was a divine-level technique. How… how did she know it?
The sorcerer quickly summoned his demonic blade and unleashed a strike, "Hundred Demons… Slash!"
Two different techniques collided! "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Sparks flew.
"Ughh…"
The sorcerer was repelled by a single strike, staggering back seven steps and spitting blood!
Hong Liefeng's energy consumption was immense. This move drained one-third of her spiritual energy. She was a novice and had not yet mastered it nor possessed sufficient cultivation. Unlike Ming Zhitian, who naturally possessed the "Imperial Artifact Art" and the "Longevity Art," which allowed him to barely manage.
Seeing the demonic army being suppressed by Ming Zhitian and unable to move freely, the sorcerer could only command his trusted subordinates, "What are you waiting for? There are only two of them! Take them down!"
Twenty Seal Heaven realm cultivators tore open space rifts and surrounded Ming Zhitian and Hong Liefeng.
Ming Zhitian said, "I advise you to lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha."
He himself was puzzled why he uttered Buddhist words. Perhaps it was a habit from his time in the Duoshan Pavilion.
The trusted subordinate sneered, "Do you think you are the Buddha? Speaking of Buddhism to us, you greenhorn."
The next second, they couldn't even speak. Ming Zhitian calmly said, "Come forth."
An invisible heavy wall suddenly formed in the air. Ming Zhitian punched out! He struck the invisible wall, using its force to deliver a counter-attack, instantly blasting apart the twenty Seal Heaven realm cultivators…
Silence…
"Wow! Isn't that too cool?" Hai Bubu was the first to break the silence.
Then, the assembled cultivators cheered, "Whoa!… Awesome!"
The sorcerer was dumbfounded. Those were his confidants whom he had cultivated for decades, and they were… gone just like that?
But his life was more precious than gold, and he immediately reacted, disbelief in his eyes, "You!… You are actually an Awakened realm powerhouse!"
He instantly retreated dozens of feet from Ming Zhitian.
Everyone was astonished, "Awakened… Awakened Realm? What level is that?"
Bei Huangqi said with great emotion, "That is a realm above the tenth level of the Conferred God realm. We have no chance to reach it. To think that he has surpassed everyone in such a short time."
Even though the sorcerer had distanced himself from Ming Zhitian, Ming Zhitian's hatred for him was not measured by distance. He advanced step by step, his face expressionless, devoid of anger, joy, sorrow, or worry. He was calm, but often, such calmness indicated an explosive inner turmoil, ready to erupt at any moment.
"You, you, you… Don't come closer!" The sorcerer panicked.