After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chapter 163 1 Sword Kill

Gong Bowen had never expected things to develop like this. He was surrounded by everyone and looked very unhappy.

When he learned that demons had entered the secret realm and possessed the bodies of their Gong family disciples, he was no less shocked than these guys.

The instructions he received before coming here did not mention anything like this. Their purpose was just to draw everyone's attention here, and someone would come to buy at the bottom. The incident at Baiyue Pavilion was done by the man in black robe.

The real action against the disciples of the cultivation world took place in the secret realm of the Shangguan family.

There were even a group of Jindan who were about to advance to Yuanying stage, which was worthy of them taking action in public, instead of killing a bunch of useless Foundation Establishment disciples under Sang Yunqi's nose.

The murder had already made him very upset, and he was even hesitating whether to leave Cangqiong Mountain first, but now he was afraid that he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

His mind was racing now, thinking only about how to get out of this situation. With this happening, it was obvious that he, Gong Bowen, had become a discarded pawn.

This made Gong Bowen, who had the final say in the entire southwest and had dreamed of reaching the summit and calling the wind and rain and working hard to achieve it, simply unable to accept this huge gap.

Seeing that the words these people said were getting more and more unpleasant, the pressure from Gong Bowen's Mahayana period suddenly dissipated. The huge pressure made the unprepared people subconsciously take a few steps back and look at him in shock.

"You have already quietly entered the Mahayana stage!"

"Are you going to stop pretending and attack us?"

"Everyone, we can't let this evil leave Cangqiong Mountain alive. We must avenge the two masters and so many disciples!"

"Yes, revenge!"

Master Wuxin, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyelids and glanced around the scene, then quickly lowered his eyelashes, fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand, and moved back some distance without leaving a trace.

Everyone wanted to take revenge, but no one in Hanshan Temple or Yuehua Palace spoke up. They didn't even see Xu Zhuo.

As a result, no one dared to take action, and they pushed each other, trying to find someone who would be the first to take action to bear Gong Bowen's wrath.

Gong Bowen first glanced at Master Wuxin and Fairy Yueyao who were standing aside and had nothing to do with the matter. Seeing that they did not move, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Then he glanced arrogantly at the mob in front of him, waved his sleeves, and the two elders in the Spirit Transformation Stage closest to him vomited blood and flew backwards.

"With just you guys, you actually want to stop me, Gong Bowen?"

"You are not good at anything, and you are the best at putting labels on others. You are indeed worthy of being a famous and righteous sect in the world of cultivation. I, Gong Bowen, am ashamed to be associated with you all."

"The murder case at Cangqiong Mountain has nothing to do with me, Gong Bowen, and I have no idea about the demons' arrival."

"If you want to throw this dirty water on me, then show me the evidence. Otherwise, the entire southwest will declare war on you."

He spoke in an arrogant and contemptuous manner, causing all the leaders and elders to blush.

Gong Bowen waited for a long time, but no one came out to speak, so he sneered.

"A bunch of trash."

After saying that, he didn't bother to care about the disciples in the secret realm anymore. He stood up and prepared to leave. He wanted to go back and contact his superiors to find out what was going on.

But just as he rose to halfway in the air, a silver light as fast as lightning pierced through his chest in an instant.

The Mahayana period's defense was as vulnerable as tofu in front of the flowing light.

Gong Bowen seemed to have no idea what was happening. He lowered his head in a daze, and was still confused when he saw the blood on his chest.

He was in the Mahayana stage. Who among these people could easily injure him? Even if Xu Zhuo came, he wouldn't be able to do it.

But he had no time to think more. The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his body fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

With a bang, the dust on the ground was stirred up, and there was no more breathing.

The stream of light in the air stopped in mid-air after piercing through Gong Bowen's chest. A little man the size of a palm suddenly emerged from the sword. After seeing Gong Bowen die, he clapped his hands in satisfaction and shouted towards the void.

"Xing Heng, am I still as powerful as I was back then?"

On the high platform, everyone who seemed to be frozen in time came back to their senses at the sound of the voice. Looking at Gong Bowen, who was still alive and kicking just a second ago but now lying there quietly, they all felt like it was a dream.

The words "Xing Heng" shouted by the sword spirit made them even more frightened, and they subconsciously looked in the direction the sword spirit was looking.

Sang Yunqi slowly appeared in the air, his face indifferent, his demeanor graceful, still as high and mighty as before, making people unable to help but bow down to him in worship.

He just glanced casually at the people below, but no one dared to look at him. Some people even knelt on the ground with their legs shaking uncontrollably, a layer of cold sweat instantly breaking out on their backs.

Sang Yunqi quickly withdrew his gaze and calmly raised his hand towards his sword. The little sword spirit muttered a few words unhappily, turned around and went back into the sword.

The light in the air reappeared, and soon the magic sword disappeared in Sang Yunqi's palm.

He glanced in the mirror in the square, and when he saw that Chu Xinglan's body was covered in blood, a murderous look flashed between his brows.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the group of people below and went straight to the secret realm. The next second, no one knew how he operated, but he disappeared from the spot, and his figure appeared in a mirror.

When Xu Zhuo hurried over, he saw an eerily quiet scene, which made him subconsciously slow down his pace, unable to understand what was going on.

But when he saw Gong Bowen's body and the wound on his chest, everything became clear to him in an instant.

He coughed lightly, bringing everyone back to their senses, and then spoke loudly.

"Everyone, I have already reported the matter of the demons invading the secret realm to the ancestor, and the ancestor has already rushed to rescue them."

"I believe that with the old ancestor here, the demons won't cause any big trouble, and it will be resolved in a short while."

Only then did everyone realize that Sang Yunqi in the air was no longer there. After entering the secret realm, many people sat down on the ground due to exhaustion.

Although Master Wuxin was not in such a miserable state, his face was slightly pale at this moment. He bowed to Xu Zhuo.

"Master Xu, since Venerable Xing Heng is personally taking action, we are naturally relieved. However..."

Having said this, Wuxin paused and glanced at Gong Bowen, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"I wonder why Venerable Xing Heng suddenly wanted to kill Patriarch Gong?"

Wuxin suddenly brought up this matter at this time, not to question Sang Yunqi or Cangqiongshan's actions.

But just now Sang Yunqi killed Gong Bowen without asking any questions and did not give any explanation afterwards.

The people in the field won't say anything now because of Sang Yunqi's intimidation or because they are still counting on him to save people, but it's hard to say once they leave Cangqiong Mountain.

The human heart is the most vulnerable to test.