"Who am I?"
Chang Sheng sized up Qing Shu and said casually,""I'm Qingshan from the Chores Quarters. Did Lafu recognize me?”
“？？？Lafu!"
" Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Qing Shu roared at Chang Sheng." It's impossible for Green Mountain to have such strength. It's absolutely impossible. I'm the Demonic Prince of the Netherworld. Who are you?"”
Qing Shu really wanted to ask what Chang Sheng meant by that, but a strong sense of danger urged him frantically.
Run!
Run!
Otherwise, he would die!
Qing Shu knew that this was a warning from the demonic thoughts entrenched in his mind, but he had long been blinded by the demonic thoughts and could not care about anything else.
"Were you the one who attacked just now?"
Qing Shu decided to ask first.
"If you're referring to that lightning bolt, it was indeed me.”Chang Sheng admitted frankly.
As soon as he said this.
Qing Shu's face was filled with disbelief.
One had to know that an existence that could kill him with a bolt of lightning was at least a Martial Saint Realm expert.
What was the concept of a Martial Saint?
In the entire world, there were only a few, and all of them were peerless experts who shook the world.
Wudang Mountain was one of the most powerful martial arts sects in the world, and its foundation was unfathomable. If there was really a Martial Saint secretly guarding it, Qing Shu would be furious, but he could accept it.
But always win
Why was Chang Sheng a Martial Saint?
How old was he?
How could he be a Martial Saint?
Honestly speaking, if Qing Shu didn't have the inheritance of the demons of the Netherworld and didn't have the demonic thoughts to transform his body, he would at most be at the early-stage of the Xiantian realm.
This was even under the constant supply of resources from Wudang Mountain.
But now, someone actually told him that a person who was about the same age as him was already a Martial Saint?
Furthermore, this person was a sweeper who was once unworthy of his eyes?
How could Qing Shu accept this disparity?
"Impossible!"
"Impossible!"
Qing Shu muttered to himself. The demonic qi in his body surged and actually showed signs of chaos.
The disciples of the demons of the Netherworld were all 'quick-tempered' beings, and they were completely transformed by their demonic thoughts, so they had a rough grasp of their own strength.
At this moment, it was stimulated by the outside world and immediately began to backlash.
"Ah!"
"If you had secretly escaped from Wudang Mountain, I wouldn't have cared so much.”
"It doesn't matter if it's a demon of the Netherworld or not, what does it have to do with me, a mere cleaner?”
Chang Sheng sighed softly, his tone gradually becoming low,""But why do you want to destroy Wudang Mountain?”
"After all, everything I have is thanks to the Wudang Sect. I can't really ignore it.”
Chang Sheng's face was filled with impatience.
Moreover, there was something he did not say. It was not easy to find a treasure land like Wudang Mountain. How could Chang Sheng bear to leave?
"Mm... Grace? Are you referring to being a handyman? Is this called a favor?”
Qing Shu was dumbfounded and did not react for a long time.
In that instant, he thought of many things. He even wondered if Chang Sheng was a peerless genius secretly nurtured by Wudang Mountain. He was afraid of attracting the envy of the outside world, so he deliberately placed Chang Sheng in the Chores Quarters as a sweeper.
Although this still could not explain why Chang Sheng was already a Martial Saint at such a young age.
But this would at least make Qing Shu feel better.
But now, hearing Chang Sheng's words, he really seemed to be a sweeper?
The reason why he attacked was because he wanted to destroy Wudang Mountain. Would he destroy this place?
Qing Shu only felt a sweetness in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
" I'm so frustrated, I'm so frustrated!!"
Qing Shu's eyes were blood-red. Endless demonic qi surged again and enveloped the surroundings.
The black demonic Qi was dense, like layers of an inescapable net. It stretched out its chaotic claws and teeth, firmly imprisoning Chang Sheng.
"I don't believe it!"
"I don't believe you're a Martial Saint!"
Behind Qing Shu, the shadow of a demon of the Netherworld appeared.
Qing Shu knew very well that if Chang Sheng was really the Martial Saint who had attacked at Wudang Mountain, he would still die even if he ran to the ends of the earth.
However, if Chang Sheng was not that Martial Saint, he would not be able to escape from his furious attack.
Boom!
A terrifying demonic aura assaulted his face.
"No matter what, you were once an outer court disciple of Wudang Sect.”
"In that case, you must remember the Wudang Soft Palm of the outer court?”
Chang Sheng casually raised his right hand. His aura surged, and an ordinary Wudang Silk Palm, Jade Flowing Wind, was struck out. It seemed slow but was actually fast.
"Wudang Silk Palm?"
Qing Shu felt like he had just heard a huge joke.
Wudang Soft Palm was the most basic martial art in the outer court of Wudang. Even a young Taoist who had just entered the court could perform it well.
But now, Chang Sheng had actually given up on using the many martial arts of Wudang Mountain and turned to use this basic martial art to deal with him?
"Hahahahaha."
"You're courting death!"
"Take my palm, Jadeflame Blood Dragon Soul Destroying Palm!”
Black light burst out from Qing Shu's eyes, and his demonic might continued to soar.
The distorted demonic Qi turned into a dark green demonic dragon. It roared at the sky and then swooped down towards Chang Sheng!
However…
In the next moment.
Chang Sheng slowly swung his palm at Qing Shu.
No one could describe the terror of this palm.
With this palm, it was as if the wind and clouds of the world had been absorbed into this palm. The vast cloud mist true qi carried a huge power of the world and easily enveloped the entire dragon head. In the end, it broke through the blood dragon and landed on Qing Shu's chest.
Kacha.
Qing Shu's eyes quickly dimmed and the black light disappeared.
"Ridiculous, I was actually killed by the Wudang Soft Palm!"
Qing Shu's voice became softer and softer. Finally, he knelt on the ground with a thud.
Buzz.
A wisp of black smoke emerged from Qing Shu's body and dissipated under the sunlight.
"This is the Nine Netherworld Devil Sense?"
Chang Sheng waited until the demonic thoughts completely evaporated before turning around and leaving.
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