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"Heartless?"

Feng Lingjue felt that it was somewhat funny. This phrase was really interesting to use on him. Even though he was a Devil Monarch, he had never done anything evil since he ascended the throne. Could it be that just because he was a devil, he was completely devoid of conscience?

It had been a unique path for Fiendgods since ancient times. From the looks of it, this was indeed the case.

He was a demon, so he was unforgivable, right?

Shen Qingchen did not say a single word, only frowning deeply as he pointed the longsword at Feng Lingjue. Upon closer inspection, beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping from his forehead.

Feng Lingju raised both his hands, and gave a devilish smile, "Great Sect Leader Shen, what's wrong? are you really afraid that this heartless old man will go mad and wash off this Mount Kunlun? "

He could tell that Shen Qingchen was nervous.

"You dare?"

Shen Qingchen's expression changed as he clenched his teeth, and each and every word was squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth. It seemed that he was extremely disgusted with this Feng Lingjue.

He bent down and coughed dryly, then spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He quickly used his sleeve to cover it, and when he moved the sleeve away, it was no different from usual. Only, that sleeve which had been cut by the longsword had a deeper red colour.

"Why would I not dare?"

Feng Ling Jue smirked, his smile looked harmless, but in everyone's eyes, it was sinister and terrifying.

Shen Qingchen's body trembled. He did not know why, but when he saw the smiling face in front of him, he did not know what to say. The hand that was holding onto the sword started to tremble, and he lost control of himself.

"Qingchen, you are currently a Sect Leader of the Mount Kunlun. How can you be fooled by the words of this devil?"

Honored Warrior Taiqing reprimanded.

Shen Qingchen looked at the True Lord Tai Qing, his eyes at a loss, "Master …"

"You should know what the Leader of Kunlun Mountain should do better than anyone, right?"

He said while looking at Shen Qingchen.

"Disciple understands."

Shen Qingchen's expression became slightly reserved and calmed down, his eyes once again recovering its calmness.

Leader of Kunlun Mountain's responsibility — — Other than the Monster of the world, to protect all living things in the world.

Shen Qingchen's eyes became sharp, and immediately after, his body flew out quickly, once again striking towards Feng Lingjue. That long sword shone bright, and was very dazzling under the sunlight.

Feng Ling did not dodge. He allowed the sword to rest on his neck. There was not a single trace of fear on his face. Instead, he was smiling.

"If I don't come and join in on the fun, who would have thought that the Sect Leader Shen would put me to death."

When these words were spoken, the entire audience burst into an uproar.

No one believed his words even when he was lying to a three year old child. The Devil Monarch that disappeared for thirty thousand years appeared again, and it appeared at the Mount Kunlun's succession ceremony, just to join in on the fun?

Who would believe it!

"Um, Thirteenth Senior Brother …"

Below, Dai Ze suddenly pulled on his sleeves.

"What?"

Wen Lan turned to look at Dai Ze.

"Don't you feel that the Great Devil looks a little familiar?"

Dai Ze supported his chin, and muttered in doubt.

"I've never seen such a elusive person... I don't think I've ever seen one. "

Wen Lan slightly lowered his head and said.

Shen Qingchen still maintained his stern face. It was clear that if he used even a little bit of strength, the head of Feng Lingjue would be severed, but he still did not make a move in the end.

Feng Ling Jue looked at him, his eyes still as beautiful as ever.

"What is Shen Qingchen doing?"

The crowd suddenly became restless.

Hua Liuyue frowned slightly. He saw that the Eight Clans and Six Sects and the deity had already pierced through the skies as everyone took out their respective magical equipment and charged straight at Feng Lingjue.

They came to their senses and knew that this was the best time to kill Feng Lingjue.

How could Feng Ling Jue not know that the killing intent was so dense?

He smacked his lips and narrowed his eyes. A hint of danger flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Just as the emissaries that believed themselves to be righteous were about to attack in groups, a slender figure slowly descended from the sky.

They stopped.

"Sir, are you done playing?"

Luo Qingdeng glanced at Feng Lingjue, who was still smiling mischievously and was being supported by his sword, and said snappily.

"I feel a bit tired."

Feng Ling Jue laughed and said.

"Since that's the case, please follow me back, sir."

Luo Qingdeng stroked his forehead and said.

Seriously, he didn't get a chance to look around and ran over here. It would be good to bring him along with me!

Where did the Devil Monarch come from?

"Arrogant!" Is there even a need for a Monster like you to casually step into the Mount Kunlun Sacred Grounds? "

A Sect Leader was enraged.

"Sect Leader Shen, can I trouble you to raise your sword a little?"

Feng Ling Jue ignored the words of the Sect Leader and continued to speak to Shen Qingchen.

"Don't even think about it!"

Shen Qingchen's eyes narrowed and became sharp. His wrist gently turned and just as he was about to move his sword, it swept towards Feng Ling Jue's neck.

Feng Lingju's eyes darkened slightly as his body dodged to the side. Unable to dodge in time, the long sword ruthlessly slashed across his skin. Half of his sleeve fell to the ground, revealing a large bloody wound.

"My lord!"

Luo Qingdeng was startled, but just as he was about to make a move, Feng Ling Jue extended a hand out to stop him.

"No problem, it's just a small wound."

After he finished speaking, the wound on his arm began to heal on its own.

This scene clearly appeared in everyone's eyes. Dai Ze's pupils fiercely shrank as the scene of the youth being carried onto the shore, with the wound on his abdomen slowly healing came to mind suddenly flashed through his mind. That scene was extremely shocking.

"Let's go, I'm tired of playing, this Shen Qingchen is getting more and more boring."

Feng Ling Jue lightly waved his sleeves and Luo Qingdeng stood beside him.

Shen Qingchen's body trembled, he stared straight at Luo Qingdeng, the coldness in his eyes almost draining out.

How could this be possible!? How could he let this man take him away again?

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Gritting his teeth, he charged forward with his sword and blurted out those words.

As the sound of his voice faded, his body stiffened as his expression froze.

Why? Why would he say such a thing?

"If I really want to leave, no one can stop me."

Suddenly, a slender hand gently rested on his shoulder, he raised his head and looked at the handsome demonic smiling face, suddenly, Feng Lingju smiled. His body went further and further away, his voice still reverberating in the air, "Let's fight another day, Sect Leader Shen, you have just returned from your tribulation, your magic power has not recovered yet, at that time, I will definitely make you convinced of your defeat."

The entire hall was silent.

Clang! Clang!

The long sword fell.

Shen Qingchen stood in place, following that, he slowly clenched his hands which were placed in his sleeves, the veins on his fair skin bulged, and his expression became gloomy and indistinguishable.

In the end, he was still allowed to flee.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

What exactly is the background of this Demon Flower Holy Monarch?

Why was he such a monster?

He had charged into the Mount Kunlun alone, yet had escaped with his life intact.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]