Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price

Chapter 747: Chapter 407: Xia Qinglian, Number One Under Heaven

Chang’an Palace.

"Aren’t you part of the Righteous Sect? Why don’t you even dare to say my name?"

Bai Liu, Su Longxiang, Zhang Zheng, Chen Yunfeng, Su Qingfeng, and over thirty Nascent Soul cultivators surrounded a woman.

Outside the circle were more than a hundred steward disciples.

Yet everyone’s face was filled with fear, as though the one being surrounded was not the woman but that she was the one enclosing them all by herself.

At this moment, hearing the voice of that stunning woman, Bai Liu’s throat went dry, and he rasped:

"Female Demon, don’t be arrogant. Evil cannot prevail over righteousness. Today, even if it costs us our lives, we will eradicate you and uphold the Righteous Path!"

"Uphold the Righteous Path?" Qiu Zhihe coldly looked at him, and Bai Liu, captured by her gaze, quickly lowered his head.

"You took advantage of my master and me being absent and attacked Cyan Lotus Mountain. The disciples left to guard were few, and what remained were helpless women and children."

"And yet, you slaughtered those innocents who could not even resist!"

"Is this what you call righteousness?"

Bai Liu shouted: "The Demon Sect people are sly and cruel. How were we to know those were not disguised?"

Qiu Zhihe sneered: "Bai Liu, you will surely die today. Besides me wanting to kill you, do you know who else wants your life?"

"Your beloved disciple!"

Bai Liu’s face changed; he already guessed who Qiu Zhihe meant, "You’re lying!"

Qiu Zhihe calmly replied: "As a sect leader, you forced your disciple into dual cultivation with you. Such behavior dares to claim the Righteous Path?"

"What?!"

People around them looked at Bai Liu in astonishment. They weren’t foolish; they immediately realized who Qiu Zhihe was referring to.

"Sect Leader Bai actually forced Fairy Yaoqin into dual cultivation with him?"

"Is it nonsense?"

"Where is Fairy Yaoqin? Speak up!"

Many then noticed Jiang Yin was indeed in Chang’an Palace.

Qiu Zhihe looked again at Su Qingfeng: "Years ago, my senior sister sought medicine for me and was ambushed by you. My sister could not bear to kill Huang Kezhou, yet you took advantage of her hesitance to launch a sudden attack... Huang Kezhou, Xu Zhenqian are both dead. Today, I will use your blood to honor my sister!"

Su Qingfeng turned pale; if not for the crowd around him, he might have collapsed.

Bai Liu shouted: "Witch, cease your seductive lies and deceit. Fellow comrades, kill her quickly!"

After saying this, Bai Liu summoned a red long sword, which transformed into a crimson light aiming at Qiu Zhihe.

Su Longxiang, Chen Yunfeng, Zhang Zheng, Su Qingfeng, and others also joined in the attack.

Suddenly, sword qi, harsh rays, thunder... various cultivation techniques and magical artifacts all aimed at Qiu Zhihe.

Throughout Chang’an Palace, numerous buildings and palace walls could not withstand the overwhelming spiritual power, collapsing one after another.

The sky above changed color, and the space faintly distorted.

The joint attack of the top experts from the Three Great Sects was a force no one in the world could withstand!

Suddenly, the world seemed divided into two with Qiu Zhihe at the center.

One half was filled with swirling snow, freezing frost.

The other half was blazing with fiery flames, fervent and fierce.

All the sword qi, harsh rays, thunder... were all either frozen into ice or burnt to ashes.

Su Qingfeng’s pupils widened, filled with endless fear.

"Xia..."

Before he could finish, half of his body froze, while the other half turned into flying ashes.

With a crunching sound, the frozen half shattered, turning into scattered ice crystals.

"Senior sister, your enemy is dead, you may now rest in peace."

A cold voice echoed as a tall and voluptuous figure slowly emerged from the swirling snow and fiery flames.

Her long hair was half red, half white, her face like an egg, brows like willow leaves, eyes like icy cold, lips like a thin blade, clothed in a black gauze cloud pattern robe, surrounded by red flames and frost.

Everyone widened their eyes, faces full of fear and collapse.

"Xia..."

"Xia Qinglian!"

"It’s Xia Qinglian!!"

"Run!"

Someone started, and over a hundred Righteous Path disciples fled towards the outside of Chang’an Palace.

But halfway through their escape, they found their bodies either shattered into ice crystals or gradually burning, turning into flying ashes.

Nearly a hundred people vanished completely as they ran.

Only a dozen escaped, unleashing countless protective magical treasures and defense arrays, narrowly fleeing from Chang’an Palace.

Xia Qinglian seemed indifferent, merely coldly gazing at the few present.

Bai Liu trembled all over, gritting his teeth: "Everyone, Xia Qinglian has killed countless, merciless and ruthless. Today, only by fighting with all our might do we have a sliver of hope!"

Su Longxiang, pale-faced, suddenly laughed: "Xia Qinglian, back on Celestial Ridge Mountain, I disdained bullying with numbers. Today, since you’ve come to me, don’t blame me for bullying you with numbers!"

Xia Qinglian glanced at him: "Don’t worry, I’ve promised Red Slave, I won’t kill you, only abolish your cultivation."

"Red Slave?" Su Longxiang was startled, then understood, instantly furious:

"You dare to harm my daughter? I’ll fight you!"

His massive body glowed with lightning as he raised both hands, forming two gigantic thunder dragons, roaring as they charged at Xia Qinglian.

Bai Liu took the opportunity to summon a cloud-shaped magical artifact, the Feiyun Sect’s treasure: White Cloud Seal.

The seal floated into the sky, transforming into a cloud-covered heavens, filled with cosmic power, aiming to suppress Xia Qinglian!

Simultaneously, Zhang Zheng and Chen Yunfeng joined in.

The spiritual power of over thirty Nascent Soul cultivators merged, instantly changing the world’s color, the entire West Imperial City shuddered intensely.

Countless citizens in the city stumbled, looking in horror towards the direction of Chang’an Palace.

"Heaven’s punishment, is this heaven’s punishment?!"

"Could heaven be ending the West Imperial Dynasty?!"

With the gathered power of numerous Nascent Soul cultivators like the might of heaven and earth, Xia Qinglian below seemed insignificant, like an ant facing a huge tree.

However, in the next moment, this "ant" softly raised her hand.

The two gigantic thunder dragons wailed, quickly dispersing into countless bolts of lightning, disappearing.

The cloud-covered heavens broke open with a gaping hole, reverting back to the White Cloud Seal, now with a hole in it, and the Feiyun Sect’s treasure was wasted.

The colossal spiritual power, resembling the might of heaven and earth, trembled incessantly before shattering and dissipating.

Then, Xia Qinglian walked up to Bai Liu.

"Wait..."

Bai Liu just opened his mouth and found that what came out was only crimson flames.

Following that, flames emerged from Bai Liu’s eyes and ears, wrapping his whole body in red flames, as if he was burning himself.

Gah! Gah!

The Feiyun Sect leader covered in flames flailed his arms wildly, only able to emit ghastly cries.

Then he fell, turning into a pile of charcoal, finally reduced to flying ashes.

"Sect leader..."

"The sect leader is dead?"

The commanding disciples of Feiyun Sect stared blankly at the scene, in disbelief, as if in a dream.

That tall, voluptuous figure stepped forward again, causing dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators to recoil in fright, heartbroken by her presence alone.

Xia Qinglian took another step forward, arriving in front of Su Longxiang.

"Sect Leader Su, abolish your cultivation, save yourself from agony."

Su Longxiang clenched his fists, his face pale.

Suddenly, beside him, Chen Yunfeng produced a copper mirror, reflecting it towards Xia Qinglian’s abdomen.

"The witch is pregnant, she won’t last long, everyone exhaust her to death!"