Chapter 36: Demon King Qingli Is Now Demon Emperor Qingli?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ye Chen first turned to the demon cultivator who had the golden bell. He was a tall middle-aged man wearing a black robe with golden patterns. He had long eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes with a string of golden bells in his palm as a wicked smile hung on his face.

[Name: Mo Qingli (Demon Emperor Qingli)]

[Identity: Blood Demon Cult Elder]

[Cultivation: Early Stage of Might Realm]

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The moment he saw this person, Ye Chen knew.

This was the Demon King Qingli who had massacred Qingyun Peak as a sacrifice to open the Demonic Abyss Crack and release Demon Lord Cang Kong. But did he just become a Demon Emperor?

It seemed that these demon cultivators were advancing even faster in the Demon World!

And if Demon Emperor Qingli was here, didn’t this mean that Blood Demon Cult had found another Demonic Abyss Crack?

Where could it be?

As the bridge to the Demon World, who knew how many powerful demons would appear in this world if they didn’t find it and close it promptly?

It didn’t help that Shang Wuqing revealed that Blood Demon Cult had its eyes set on Xuantian Holy Land.

When Ye Chen turned to look at their other demon cultivator that had appeared with Demon Emperor Qingli, he was even more shocked.

This other demon cultivator was tall, big, and had a face covered in a layer of fine, clear scales. His hair, eyebrows, and eyes were red. It was an understatement to say that he gave off an evil aura.

[Name: Demon Emperor Cang Qing]

[Identity: Elder of Azure Ancient Demon Sect in the Demon World]

[Cultivation: Late Stage of Might Realm]

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This person was from a demon sect of the Demon World!

Both Demon Emperor Cang Kong and Demon Emperor Cang Qing were from the same sect!

Eventually, everyone present from Xuantian Holy Land fell into despair. Only Ye Chen, Zi Menghan, and Li Qingzhou were still able to remain calm.

Ye Chen was confident in dealing with these Demon Emperors, while Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou had blind faith in him.

Li Qingzhou even had the time to glance at Zuo Jiansheng, who had already turned pale, and comforted him. “Brother Zuo, don’t be afraid. Everything will be fine. I am still waiting for us to return to Xuantian Holy Land for the challenge.”

Zuo Jiansheng’s face turned ashen as he growled back at Li Qingzhou. “What is wrong with you? Don’t you know how to read the situation? How can you still be making sarcastic comments right now?”

“Oh, Brother Zuo, you should be more relaxed!” Li Qingzhou sighed.

But Zuo Jiansheng simply snorted back coldly and paid Li Qingzhou no further attention.

“Attack! Don’t let any of them go! Sacrifice them all!” Demon Emperor Cang Qing ordered his people in a fleeting voice as his demon blade once again slashed down at the Peak Lord of Crimson Flame Peak. Blood was still dripping from his demon blade.

This demon blade was also a spirit treasure!

Suddenly, the Earth split open and an ancient coffin as black as ink shot out from the ground, knocking Demon Emperor Cang Qing and the demon blade in his hand away. The coffin crashed right into the center of the great hall.

The entire ancient coffin seemed to be carved out of black jade and was engraved with all kinds of ancient patterns of the demon race – some roaring at the sky, some devouring people’s hearts, and some others frying people in oil or slaughtering cities and towns.

A desolate and ancient aura emanated from the ancient coffin as a rotten smell permeated the air.

The sudden appearance of the ancient coffin shocked both those from Xuantian Holy Land and Blood Demon Cult.

What was going on? What was this ancient coffin and where did it come from?

The Peak Lord of Crimson Flame Peak was confused. He had just been having difficulty dodging the attacks of Demon Emperor Cang Qing. And now, he was dramatically saved by this ancient coffin.

Could this also be the arrangement of the Holy Lord?

“Who are you? Tell me your name!” Demon Emperor Cang Kong demanded to know the identity of the ancient coffin but a grave expression was painted all over his face.

The ancient coffin, on the other hand, remained still and silent.

The blood-colored hall fell silent temporarily. Shang Wuqing stared at the ancient coffin and suddenly became stunned. With a hint of doubt in his voice, he slowly asked, “Martial Uncle Tian Lin?”

His question stumped everyone else. Most of those from Blood Demon Cult had never heard of this name. However, since it was their Branch Lord’s martial uncle, they felt a bit more relaxed. This ancient coffin must be on their side and the small moment when it seemed to have sided with those from the Holy Land must have just been an accident.

Those from Xuantian Holy Land, on the other hand, felt their hearts sink. If the person in the ancient coffin was also their enemy, they were doomed beyond despair.

But Meng Jiuxiao did not look relieved at all. “This is impossible! Martial Uncle Tian Lin died three hundred years ago and was already buried. How is this possible?”

The Blood Demon Cult members who had just relaxed suddenly became nervous again. Did this Martial Uncle Tian Lin just get resurrected?

And this time, it was the disciples from Xuantian Holy Land who breathed a sigh of relief. In a situation such as theirs, anything or anyone that could stir up the waters and create a distraction could help their situation greatly.

The coffin lid of the black ancient coffin suddenly flew off and crashed heavily into Meng Jiuxiao.

Soon after, a skeleton dressed in tattered clothes rushed out of the coffin. It clenched its bony fists and turned into a black light that charged at Shang Wuqing.

Shang Wuqing’s expression changed drastically as a seemingly real yet illusory demon dragon appeared behind him and charged at the skeleton. At the same time, he used the Heavenly Fiend Bell to defend himself.

Such an attack on him made Shang Wuqing feel as if he was facing a great enemy. That was why he did not hesitate to use all of his visions and spirit treasures.

Unfortunately, his demon dragon was instantly shattered while the skeleton’s speed did not decrease in the slightest bit as it slashed at Shang Wuqing, emitting a thick grayish-white death Qi.

The Heavenly Fiend Bell defending Shang Wuqing let out a huge roar and emitted a huge sound wave that spread out in all directions, shattering the Blood Demon Cults’s disciples into minced meat along the way.

Fortunately, the Xuantian Holy Maiden and the others were a little further away. Although they were also injured by the shockwaves, there weren’t as many casualties.

Shang Wuqing spat out a large mouthful of blood and shouted, “Martial Uncle Tian Lin was at the Peak Stage of Might Realm when he was alive. If this skeleton is really him and retained his abilities, none of us is his match. Let’s retreat first!”

And with that, Shang Wuqing was the first to lead the way out of the great hall. He couldn’t be bothered to deal with the already-heavily-injured Crimson Flame Peak Lord right now.

Similarly, those from Blood Demon Cult couldn’t be bothered to deal with the Xuantian Holy Maiden and the others either as they followed Shang Wuqing out.

Demon Emperor Cang Qing, Demon Emperor Qingli, and Meng Jiuxiao moved even faster, afraid that they would be entangled with that skeleton.

Ye Chen sighed lightly. When he used his Death Spirit Seal to scan the ground beneath them for someone or something useful, this Peak-Stage Might Realm warrior was the most powerful, so he might as well make do with it.