"Do you truly seek death?"
The voice, ethereal and elusive, seemed to echo from the clouds, yet also from the depths of the Great Marsh, its origin unfathomable.
But the piercing killing intent contained within seeped into their very bones.
The seven Golden Core Cultivators froze in place in an instant.
Even the most powerful among them, Huangfu Song, could not suppress the frantic twitching of his eyelids when faced with the overwhelming murderous aura.
"Rumor has it that Qingyang Zi, once the shining star of the war that escalated the righteous and demonic conflict, is none other than the Demon King Qingyang. His trump cards are countless, his methods domineering, and he is virtually invincible among his peers. I thought the rumors were exaggerated before, but this..."
"I fear even if all of us work together, we might end up repeating the disastrous defeat of Cold Light in the past."
