"Demon Night, none of you will escape today!" Li Qingming stared at Demon Night and his puppets, his expression icy.
"That line should be mine to say to you!" Demon Night's eyes shimmered, and with a gentle upward flick of his large hand towards the sky.
The Saint Puppets below instantly opened their eyes, and two streams of cold Corpse Qi shot out from their pupils, rushing madly towards Li Qingming's face.
"Hmph, insignificant trick!" Li Qingming snorted coldly, and his Primordial Spirit instantly returned to his body.
Overwhelming Blood Qi, accompanied by the flickering green light of the Qiankun Tripod, surged upwards. Inside the Qiankun Tripod, a massive beam of light roiled, shattering the Cangqiong.
"Saint? Has the lord achieved the realm of the Saint?" Bystanders who were watching from a distance were utterly baffled, as they felt traces of a Saint's pressure emanating from Li Qingming's body.
