“Be it Qinglie or Chickadee, it doesn’t matter what I’m called if I can kill the beholder of immortal dao from the Central Hongmeng.” Qinglie smiled beguilingly and elegantly extended a hand, flicking her wrist to slam her palm down on Lu Yun. Just like the Curse King, she preferred to kill with her first move instead of engaging in wordy exchanges.

As a curse dao heavyweight, her palm strike manifested countless demons in the void. They spilled forth like shadows, enveloping Immortal Nation in the blink of an eye. Their target was also Lu Yun.

“If the Curse King was still alive, he would not have made this trip,” Lu Yun sighed gently as he...