The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

In a room in Changqing Hall, Qian Daohui sat on a chair and trembled.

"Whap."

Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped the table. This action was filled with anger, depression and uneasiness.

Qian Biao had died, this was something he had never expected.

For a Spirit Cultivator of the dissolving blade realm to die in the hands of a martial arts youth, this was a huge joke that no one would believe.

However, an hour ago, this event had occurred at the back mountain of the North Rock Peak.

Qian Dao walked back out of the room and stood in the yard. He looked at the tall pavilion that was not far away.

It was the Grimoire Pavilion of the Night Sea Sect. There was an old man there, although he seemed to be focused on refining pills, but everyone in the Night Sea Sect knew, that he was the master of the Night Sea Sect, and with just a few words, he could change the direction of the Night Sea Sect.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man dressed in black walked into the courtyard.

Qian Daohui's heart skipped a beat when he saw this person.

This person was precisely Jiang Bei, the close range disciple of the Grand Elder. Although Jiang Bei only had middle level of Kaiyuan, because he was the disciple of the Grand Elder, no one dared to disrespect him.

When Jiang Bei appeared at this time, could it be that the Grand Elder found out about what happened tonight?

"Junior brother Jiang." Qian Dao greeted back.

"Senior Brother Qian, Master wants you to go to Grimoire Pavilion." Jiang Bei said politely.

"Alright." The money didn't feel good.

Jiang Bei turned around and walked out. Qian Daohui followed behind him with a serious expression on his face. The two of them walked towards Grimoire Pavilion one after another.

Not long after, the two of them walked into the Grimoire Pavilion and arrived at the Supreme Elder's Pill Room entrance.

Jiang Bei let Qian Dao return back to him and waited. He lightly pushed the door open and entered to report.

Not long later, Jiang Bei opened the door and invited Qian Dao in.

Qian Daohui and Jiang Bei stopped at the screen, Qian Daohui said softly, "Qian Daohui greets the Great Clan Elder."

"I heard something happened to Qian Biao?"

A low and furious voice came through the screen.

Qian Daohui frowned and replied in a low voice, "Reporting to the Taihang elders, Qian Biao was killed."

"Is that true?"

"Yes, he was killed by Beiwu Hall Feng Ting using a treacherous plot." Qian Dao replied immediately.

"I heard that Feng Ting has yet to lure his spirit into the sea."

"Yes, he has already stepped into the Fighting King Primary Grade, and will never be able to draw his spirit into the sea again for the rest of his life."

Qian Daohui knew what the Supreme Elder cared about, and he also knew what kind of information he should give to the Supreme Elder.

"So that's how it is." The voice inside was clearly a bit disappointed. It paused for a bit, and then said: "I also heard that he distributed nurturing spirit pill s to the martial disciples?"

"I don't know about that, but I don't think it's likely." Qian Daohui pretended not to care.

There was a moment of silence behind the screen before he said, "You don't have to worry about this matter for now. I'll deal with it once the pill furnace is completed."

"Yes, Grand Elder."

Qian Daohui's hand was tightly grasped in his sleeve.

It seems that the Great Elder's attention had still attracted to Feng Ting. This was the most unacceptable fact.

"Alright, you may leave."

"Yes, Grand Elder, I will take my leave."

Qian Daohui immediately took a few steps back to the door before turning around to leave.

Step by step, he got off the Grimoire Pavilion and walked out of the plaza in front of the Grimoire Pavilion.

Every step he took seemed easy, but in reality, it was incomparably heavy.

Finally, far away from the Grimoire Pavilion, Qian Dao stopped and looked back.

The fear in his eyes gradually disappeared, and became ice-cold and resolute.

"No matter what, I can't let him stay."

He seemed to be muttering to himself as he turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the Changqing Hall.

Not long after, a skinny black shadow appeared at the back of North Rock Peak. He hid outside the porcine bovine forest and observed quietly.

At this moment, it was already late at night. It was the darkest time of the day.

There were very few people at the back of the North Rock Peak. It was very peaceful and deep, as if no one had ever come into contact with any grass or trees in the first place.

Qian Daohui never thought that he would sneak attack a sixteen year old teenager, and this youth was actually a martial cultivator.

But at this moment, this sixteen year old teenager had already threatened Big Brother Qian Daoshen with a ten-year plan. Even if he received punishment from the Great Clan Elder, he would have to kill him.

Swoosh.

Qian Daohui didn't want to wait any longer. With a tremble of his body, he disappeared into the forest.

Not only was his speed faster than Qian Biao's, it was even more strange, as if he was a ghost in the night sky.

Even when he flew past the pig, he did not disturb them.

In an instant, he appeared within three hundred meters of the big tree and once again confirmed that Feng Ting was right inside the crown of the tree.

And just at this time, Feng Ting who was on the big tree also floated down from the tree.

Qian Daohui couldn't help but stop in his tracks and look at Feng Ting from fifty meters away.

He did not understand that with his agility and nimbleness, forget about martial cultivator, even that Twelve Spirit Cultivators would not be able to sense his existence.

How did Feng Ting know he came?

Could he have been ambushed!

Although Qian Daohui was shocked, he knew that within the Night Sea Sect, other than the supreme elders, there was no one else who could do anything to him. So, he only stabilized his body and did not leave.

Since he could not mount a sneak attack, then he might as well brazenly kill him!

Qian Biao coldly looked at Feng Ting: "Feng Ting, I originally didn't want you to suffer."

"You Qian Family people are so arrogant." Feng Ting shook his head, bored.

"It's not arrogance, it's confidence!"

"Qian Yao, Qian Tong, Qian Heng, Qian Biao, they are all very confident, but what about them?" Feng Ting stared at Qian Biao.

At this time, all of the Twelve Spirit Cultivators s a mile away had already arrived.

However, because they were too far away from Qian Daohui in terms of cultivation level, they did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, they stood twenty meters away from Qian Daohui, waiting for an opportunity to make their move.

Li Yuan bellowed: "Qian Daohui, if you hurt the Junior Brother, the Great Clan Elder will not let you off."

Qian Dao replied with a cold smile, "The Supreme Elder does indeed love talent, but what he loves is a living genius."

Although his words were vicious, it was also the truth.

Ding Chundong stared at him angrily: "Qian Daohui, you are a high ranking, yet you dare to do such a shameless thing, you are too shameless."

He Zhong also bellowed: "Qian Dao return, if you dare to touch Junior Brother, us senior and junior brothers will fight with you to the death."

Ceng Wenbu said respectfully: "Qian Dao, return to Martial Uncle. Since your whereabouts have already been exposed, please return."

Qian Daohui looked back at him with killing intent, and laughed coldly: "If I want to kill Feng Ting, all of you can only watch. And I have no intention of letting you twelve people continue to exist. "

As soon as he said this, Qian Daohui was ready to make his move.

Suddenly, a mouth opened up from the underbrush. It quickly closed and bit his ankle.

"AHH!"

Qian Daohui, who was like a Spirit Cultivator, cried out in pain.

The one who bit on Qian Du was a sleeping pig at his feet. When Qian Du stood there, he had already seen this pig.

He did not mind, but he never expected that the little fellow would bite him, and even more so, that the pig would bite so fiercely.

At this moment, he felt as if his ankle had been bitten off.

"Bam."

Qian Daohui subconsciously slapped his palm on the pig's head.

The blow was very heavy, the pig should have been smashed into pieces, but not only was it not smashed, it even bit harder.

"AHH!"

Originally, even if his ankle was broken, Qian Daohui wouldn't feel such excruciating pain.

How could Feng Ting let go of this opportunity? His body was like lightning, his fists were like thunder, the sixth stage of the One Word Collapsing Fist, he rushed forward.

Qian Daohui's eyes narrowed as he raised his palm to welcome the incoming attack.

"Bam."

The force of six waves was like a mountain as they smashed into Qian Daohui's palm, but the one that was pushed back was Feng Ting.

Qian Daohui was also shaken by this punch to the point that his body and mind were trembling. He wanted to take this opportunity to retreat a bit and advance forward, to attack again.

However, what he did not expect was that the pig that was only sixty kilograms in weight had actually dragged his leg with it, causing him to only be pushed back three meters.

The originally retreating Feng Ting had already turned back once again, in his hands was a bloodthirsty knife, the blood red blade stabbed down at Qian Dao's lower abdomen.

"Whap."

Although Qian Daohui's body was restricted, his hands were not restricted. With a flip of his palms, the Spiritual Strength rushed out, turned into a heavy hammer, and smashed towards Feng Ting.

The heavy hammer was too big, causing Feng Ting to be unable to dodge it, and the might of the hammer was too strong.

BOOM!

Just as the blood red blade in Feng Ting's hand was about to pierce into Qian Daohui's lower abdomen, it was actually thrown out.

"Crunch."

Feng Ting's body crashed into a large tree twenty meters away before falling to the ground.

"Whoosh."

Blood sprayed out of his mouth, and his face turned pale.

Everything happened too fast, causing the Twelve Spirit Cultivators to attack just now.

All twelve of them executed the Nine Revolutions Clear Fist at the same time.

Although the realms of the twelve were far from that of Qian Daohui, these twelve fists were in perfect harmony with each other, and the power the twelve fists released was far from what a normal Origin Opening Primary Grade Spirit Cultivator should have.

fist array!

Qian Daohui did not expect these ordinary Origin Opening Primary Grade Spirit Cultivator s to be able to set up a fist array, and the power of this fist array, was completely beyond his imagination.

If it weren't for the fact that the speed weakness of these twelve people was so obvious, he feared that trouble might really befall him.

Even though he could clearly see the positions of the punches of the twelve people with his superior power, because the pig under his feet kept dragging his body, it made him seem like he was dragging a mountain.

He could only try his best to release the incomparably powerful Spiritual Strength heavy hammer in order to defend and lead the attack while facing the enemy a little.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

Twelve Spirit Cultivators's fists hit the heavy hammer, and they were all knocked out one after another. If it wasn't for the fact that they were able to freely condense their Nine Revolutions Bright Fist, their meridians would have definitely been damaged by the shockwaves.

Qian Daohui took advantage of this free time to give the pig beneath his feet another palm strike.

BOOM!

The pig was hit, but it was still not smashed into smithereens, and it did not let go of its mouth.

Qian Daohui felt fear, this was clearly not an ordinary pig, but it looked like an ordinary pig.

"Phew … Phew … Phew …"

Twelve Spirit Cultivators attacked again. It was still the Nine Transformations Fist, still impenetrable through wind and rain.

Within the fist aura, there was a blood-red blade that seemed to be mixed within, as if it were a spirit serpent as it pierced through.