Chapter 163: The Devil King Arrives (Part 162)
No one noticed when the Demon King arrived.

The magic barrier of the Exorcist Level seems to be made of paper.

It broke with one poke.

When Yang Haohan, the leader of the Temple Alliance, sensed this energy point that was like the sun, in an instant, or even a split second, the pressure crushed the shield that he had attempted to protect the Exorcist Pass. Although after this moment, Sheng Yue, Sanshui, Lin Chen, Mo Wu, Qiu Yonghao and others who were still in the command center reacted one after another and held up shields of different colors, but inside the Exorcist Pass, there were still large groups of extraordinary people below the third level who were crushed into a mass of flesh and blood. Among the extraordinary people of the fourth and fifth levels, there were also many with broken bones and tendons. For a while, there were wailing everywhere, and the morale of the entire Exorcist Pass was almost broken!
"Is his spiritual power... infinite?" Since the shield had to cover the entire city, otherwise, those Level 3, 4, 5, and 6 Transcendents with broken bones and tendons would still die from the increasing pressure, with their internal organs pierced by the broken bones in their bodies. Therefore, Sheng Yue and the others were still under great pressure: "Is this... the true strength of the number one Demon King?"

The pressure of one person.

The pressure was so severe that these ninth-order transcendents almost vomited blood.

The command post set up on the top of the city wall has been destroyed.

The clash of pressure from both sides.

Bricks and stones flying everywhere is the norm.

“No, this is not his full strength.” Ye Qingcang protected Sheng Cai’er behind him and held up a milky white air shield above his head, covering only himself and Sheng Cai’er. He looked at Feng Xiu, the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Emperor, who walked out of the black hole-like void, with a serious look in his eyes: “This is only the pressure of his 990,000 spiritual power…”

"Very good, isn't it?" The seemingly gentle young man raised his eyebrows, looking at the layers of shields of different colors below him, and raised his foot elegantly, landing easily as if he were walking down a staircase. The deep purple cracks immediately shattered the air under his feet, revealing a dark space: "What if this is the case?"

The light blue first layer of shield exploded into spots of light!
"Puff!" Sanshui, the deputy master of the Soul Temple, was struck by lightning, his face turned pale, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees on the ground, staggering.

The pure red second layer of shield exploded into spots of light!
“What the hell…” Lin Chen, the deputy master of the Magic Temple, had a buzzing head, his nose was bleeding uncontrollably, and the whites of his eyes were full of bloodshot.

The pale golden third layer of shield exploded into spots of light!
“Damn it!” Yang Haohan, who was relatively resistant, shook his body. He watched as the fourth, fifth, and sixth layers of shields were broken one after another, like firecrackers, crackling and exploding. He did not dare to be arrogant again, and directly summoned his own throne of divine seal: “The throne of divine seal of defense and coordination, return to your place!”

A radiance filled with divine power descended.

A golden throne appeared out of thin air.

only……

"Did I allow you to sit on it?" Feng Xiu slowly raised her eyes and raised her hand. Every movement was very graceful. She lightly touched the air in front of her, just like touching her forehead lovingly in response to her lover's playfulness. However, her brute force instantly knocked Yang Haohan, who was on the road to the divine seal, away: "I'm standing, why do you sit?"

Fortunately, Long Xingyu is not at the Exorcism Pass.

Otherwise, my mentality will collapse.

When you fought with me back then, how much did you let in?

How on earth did I sit on the throne of the God of Doom and Slaughter?
It's a shame to be killed in one hit by you, but you didn't even stop me from using my ultimate skill!
It's a shame among shames!

I originally thought you didn't have this ability, but who would have thought that you didn't use it on me!
Seeing this scene, the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Emperor Feng Xiu's expression did not change. Among the six divine thrones that the Knights' Temple was proud of, the only one that could cause him some trouble was the divine throne of eternity and creation. Moreover, the holder of this divine throne had to reach at least the ninth level of the ninth order to become his opponent. The assessment of Long Xingyu was just a warning from a father-in-law to his son-in-law. Now that Long Xingyu was not at the exorcism level, he was here for the God of Heaven's Punishment, so he naturally had no intention of playing house games with these humans, and looked down on everything contentedly. However, Yang Haohan and others who had never thought of this scene were stunned.

One of the Temple Alliance's only six trump cards.

It was shattered so easily by just one finger.

"This... ahem... is this still the normal state of his 990,000 spiritual power?" Although Sheng Yue couldn't hold up the shield and protect all the warriors in the Exorcist Pass, as a ninth-rank assassin, he was not affected by the pressure released by Feng Xiu, the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Emperor. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, adjusted his breathing, and felt the backlash from the spiritual power shield being crushed. His eyes twitched slightly, and he suppressed his shock: "Is the gap really that big?"

“Nine hundred and ninety thousand spiritual powers are equivalent to a ninety-nine thousand year old soul beast.” Ye Qingcang, who was standing in the white protective shield, was not affected at all, and this also attracted the attention of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Emperor Feng Xiu: “Your cultivation is roughly equivalent to a soul beast of two hundred thousand to three hundred thousand years old. The eight hundred thousand year old Emperor Tian beat the forty-seven thousand year old Bear King, and he could suppress the Bear King in one move by using the Dragon God Claw. He who is nine hundred and ninety thousand years old can beat you two hundred thousand or three hundred thousand year olds, and he can do it because of the face of the Divine Seal Throne…”

"You are very young and very good." Feng Xiu, the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Emperor, said so, looking Ye Qingcang up and down, his eyes shining brighter and brighter: "A perfect body... Can you tell me your name?"

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone's name?" Ye Qingcang didn't care about the lives of those people in the Exorcist Pass. This was why he watched those people being killed by Feng Xiu's pressure even though he was able to protect them. "I don't mean to be your enemy, so please do as you please."

Ye Qingcang's answer not only shocked Yang Haohan and others.

Even Feng Xiu, the Demonic Dragon King standing in the air, was surprised.

In fact, Yang Haohan and others have very complicated thoughts.

I am glad that Ye Qingcang is not a demon spy.

He was also angry at Ye Qingcang's ruthlessness.

"Aren't you a human?" Lan Yanyu hid under the small spiritual shield held up by Shengyue and pointed at the crushed corpses in the Exorcist Pass: "Don't you have a little bit of compassion and pity?"

"Shut up!" As soon as Sheng Yue heard Lan Yanyu speak, he knew something bad was going to happen, so he slapped Lan Yanyu in the face. Looking at Sheng Lingxin who was trying to dissuade him from doing it, he slapped Sheng Lingxin in the face again: "Mind yourselves, it's already this time, and you're still shirking responsibility. What qualifications do you have to blame others?"

Sheng Yue did not hold back at all during these two slaps.

Lan Yanyu's face was visibly swollen.

Sheng Lingxin's face also felt burning with pain.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

The Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Emperor Feng Xiu was watching the farce below with great interest, then looked at the indifferent Ye Qingcang, nodded, and said politely: "In that case, it is indeed my fault. Let me introduce myself: My name is Feng Xiu, Feng is the maple tree, and Xiu is the delicate Xiu. I like your character and will not get angry about the actions of some jumping clowns. If you and the little girl behind you have nothing to do with this matter, no matter what happens in today's exorcism, I promise you that today, you and her can rest assured."

(End of this chapter)