At this moment, high above the ninth heaven, the face of the Qingqiu Demon Saint had turned incomparably ugly. His power barrier had actually been torn apart by a single sword of Xiao Qiang! Such a sword, such terrifying might! His whole being seethed with rage; it was as if Xiao Qiang had ruthlessly slapped him across the face.
And that slap was deafeningly loud.
"Old dog, did you see that? This is my heart, this is my will. Hmph. An old thing like you should just obediently wait for death, so you won't make a disgrace of yourself. The Qilin Demon Saint led the Demon Clan to resist the King of Destruction, even disregarding life and death, spitting out his inner core to fight head‑on. If it were you, old thing, you'd probably have already run away long ago." Xiao Qiang mocked him without the slightest mercy.
