C29

The ancient bell sounded again and again. It was melodious and deep, heavily ringing in the ears of everyone in the square.

On the Mount Kunlun, immortal energy swirled about. Now, it was even more solemn and quiet.

The Eight Clans and Six Sects Sect Leader s and the various deities were all seated at their respective seats. The six thousand disciples of the Mount Kunlun were all standing in the center in a neat and orderly manner, without saying a single word, so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping on the ground could be heard.

Finally, when the final bell sound rang out, a figure slowly walked out from the grand ceremony. He was dressed in a grey daoist robe with a Eight Trigrams pattern on his chest and a slender figure. His hair was tied up with a jade hairpin.

That person was the main character of today — — Shen Qingchen.

Shen Qingchen's face was expressionless, cold and solemn, everyone took a deep breath.

"Pass, Sect Leader Medallion."

Then, he carefully took out a jade medallion from the disciple's tray to the side. On it were three words, "Mount Kunlun", and a faint luster was flowing within the medallion.

Shen Qingchen bent his body, extended his hands out and received the order badge.

"Qingchen, from now on, you are the seventh generation Sect Leader of Mount Kunlun."

"In the future, this disciple will do his utmost to fulfill his duty and not let any of the previous Sect Leader be shamed."

Shen Qingchen accepted the Sect Leader Medallion, and immediately, all the disciples bowed with their fists in salute: "Disciple greets Sect Leader."

The crowd was in an uproar as their voices resounded through the skies.

Hua Liuyue watched on from the side with his chin in his hand, but suddenly smelled a familiar scent. He helplessly stroked his forehead and lowered his head, "In the end, he's finally here."

"It's really lively!" Why don't you invite me to take a seat? "

A chuckle suddenly sounded in the air.

Everyone were startled, Shen Qingchen reacted to the situation and pulled out his sword from the side. Suddenly, a slender hand was placed on his hand, and then, a low voice sounded from behind him, with a smile on it, "Your reaction is a little slow, Shen Qingchen."

"Or do I have to call you Great Sect Leader Shen now?"

When the voice came out, Shen Qingchen's body froze.

Everyone looked dumbfoundedly at the man who was currently standing behind Shen Qingchen, one hand holding Shen Qingchen's hand and dressed in demonic-looking red clothes, looking as handsome as a demon.

Without making a sound, he was just like a ghost, easily appearing in front of everyone.

When did this man come? No one present knew

In the Six Realms, the only person who could have such abilities and call himself this, was probably the Sect Leader of the Demonic Cult, the Demon Flower Holy Monarch.

However, the crowd didn't expect that the man that was rumored to have fallen thirty thousand years ago was still alive today.

When he saw the man before him, he was enraged.

Shen Qingchen's expression did not change much, and coldly said as though he was looking at a poisonous scorpion, "Scram."

Feng Ling Jue laughed, and slowly let go of Shen Qingchen's hand, "After so many years, Sect Leader Shen's temper is still the same as always!"

Feng Lingjue had just released his grip, but Shen Qingchen had already pulled out his sword. Facing Feng Lingju, his eyes were ice-cold, without the slightest hint of emotion.

The coldness in front of him pierced into Feng Lingju's eyes. He was still absent-minded and carefree, and lightly smiled. That smile, made Shen Qingchen feel extremely disgusted.

"Devil Monarch, why are you here at Mount Kunlun?"

Shen Qingchen coldly asked, his eyes staring straight at Feng Ling Jue.

"Naturally, I am here to attend Sect Leader Shen's inauguration ceremony. However, your Mount Kunlun doesn't seem to have sent any messages to me, so I had no choice but to come uninvited."

With regards to the Devil Monarch answering Shen Qingchen's question honestly, the Sect Leader s of Eight Clans and Six Sects all felt that it was strange. After all, this Demon Flower Holy Monarch was famous for being unreasonable.

"Mount Kunlun is a sacred place of the Six Realms, it is not a place where Monster like you can go.

Shen Qingchen's expression turned cold, and thrusted the sword towards Feng Lingjue's throat, not letting out even the slightest bit of water, using all of his strength, he bitterly laughed, turned his body, and easily dodged the sword strike.

"Tch."

Shen Qingchen clenched his teeth, his body rushing forward and the two of them leapt into the air. Feng Lingjue lightly waved his sleeves, and blocked all of the attacks on his long sword.

The current him was no longer the same as the past him.

No one would have thought that a powerful being like Shen Qingchen would not even have the slightest advantage over the Devil Monarch.

It was only now that many of the disciples present finally understood why they said that the most terrifying person among the Six Realms was none other than the Demon Flower Holy Monarch s.

Walla ~ ~

Seeing Shen Qingchen once again coming at him with a sword in hand, Feng Ling Jue narrowed his eyes. He sneered, dodged the sword, went forward, and grabbed onto Shen Qingchen's right arm, leaning over. His gaze was somewhat vicious, "You've cut open my clothes, how are you going to compensate me?"

Shen Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then a scene suddenly flashed through his mind — a youth happily standing in front of him while holding a white garment.

Seeing Shen Qingchen in a daze, Feng Ling Jue was also startled and couldn't react.

"Let go!"

Shen Qingchen felt a scorching pain from the place he had touched before. His expression turned cold as he angrily rebuked, then used his left hand to fiercely strike at Feng Ling Jue's chest.

Feng Ling Jue took a solid slap, and his body quickly dropped to the ground.

Shen Qingchen retracted his sword and also landed on the ground.

After landing on the ground, Feng Ling Jue clutched at his chest and retreated a few steps. Right now, his chest was in a tearing pain as Shen Qingchen used all his strength to strike out with his palm.

He coughed, his face pale.

"As expected of the Sect Leader, to be able to deal with him with a single palm strike."

Everyone cheered.

"You idiot, what are you doing fighting? What if you really lose your life?"

Hua Liuyue slapped his forehead. Don't forget, there were still Sect Leader s present, including even deities present, if not for them being intimidated by the fact that Feng Lingjue was still alive, who knows?

"Cough cough, how merciless!"

Feng Ling Jue held onto his chest and violently coughed. He raised his head again and saw that Feng Ling's eyes were still filled with an unfamiliar coldness, as if they were purely enemies, and had never interacted with each other before. This kind of expression made Feng Ling Jue feel a little uncomfortable in his heart, as if a thorn had pierced into his heart.

"Do you really need to show mercy to a heartless Monster like you?"

His words were as sharp as a sword, forcing Feng Ling Jue to be unable to breathe.

The way he spoke was still as hurtful as ever.

Feng Ling Jue laughed. Even after so long, this person had still not changed!

"Sect Leader, this disciple will not sympathize with those in the Demonic Cult."

The cold voice was still ringing in his ears, and the coldness in his heart was growing stronger.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]