Wutian Mo walked behind Qingfeng Li and, like a servant, stood there dutifully. The scene put an expression of shock on the faces of all the self-cultivators gathered around.

The name Wutian Mo was renowned across the Crimson Fire Continent. He had once slain tens of millions of self-cultivators to earn the t.i.tle of the Number One Devil. In addition to his own immense strength, he also held the command of all two hundred devils on the Devil Rankings.

Even the ruler of Mars, the Crimson Fire Monarch, had once extended an olive branch to Wutian Mo, wanting him to work under him. However, as far as Wutian Mo was concerned, he only had one master, the Conqueror Third Master Li.

After Wutian Mo received the Saint's teachings and began practicing the Saint level technique, his strength grew at an unprecedented rate. However, to him, the Conqueror was still his master. And as the Conqueror's son, Qingfeng Li was naturally his Young Master.

Biao Huo's face grew green and pale intermittently; he knew that he was in trouble. This was someone who was able to make Wutian Mo fall to his knees, that was more than Biao Huo could ever claim.

He drew in a deep breath and, suppressing the shock in him, spoke, "Qingfeng Li, my son is at fault for what just happened. I apologize. Please, let my son go."

Hearing Biao Huo apologizing to Qingfeng Li and asking him to let his son go, the surrounding self-cultivators were all dumbstruck.

Biao Huo was the Monarch of a top-tier dynasty. He was proud and arrogant, and one of the top dozen masters of the entire continent. But now, he was apologizing to another man.

Of course, everyone around them knew why he was doing this. It was all because of Wutian Mo.

Qingfeng Li looked to Biao Huo, then to Zikun Huo, who was still hanging from his hand. "Let your son go?" he finally spoke. "You really think that's going to happen?"

Zikun Huo's neck was still firmly within the grasp of Qingfeng Li's right hand. He could hardly even breathe; his face was red from the lack of oxygen. However, his expression was one of utter terror.

If he had known sooner what kind of background Qingfeng Li had, he would have sooner died than try to pick a fight with him.

Zikun Huo opened his mouth and spoke with great difficulty, "Qingfeng Li, I was in the wrong. Let me go. I promise, I won't give gifts to the women by your side ever again."

Qingfeng Li shook his head. "It's too late to beg for mercy now," he said. "I've already given you a chance. I told you to get lost, yet you didn't. Now, you no longer have the option."

CRACK!

Qingfeng Li applied pressure to his grip, snapping Zikun Huo's neck with a loud crack. Then, he threw the body onto the ground, not giving it another glance.

To Qingfeng Li, killing Zikun Huo was as easy as squis.h.i.+ng an ant.

Not long ago, he had slaughtered the Monarch of the Wind Eagle Top-Tier Dynasty, along with all the self-cultivators allied with him. This included the n.o.bility, the thanes of countless sects, and even the Sword Monarch. What was Zikun Huo before him? He was a n.o.body. He was dead the moment he crossed Qingfeng Li.

Seeing his own son's neck being snapped by Qingfeng Li, Biao Huo's expression changed to one of anger. There were flames of rage in his eyes, along with an icy killing intent.

A moment later, Biao Huo suppressed all traces of the killing intent in his eyes. He knew that this man before him was no simple character. Not only was he strong, he also had the support of Wutian Mo, the Number One Devil on the Devil Rankings. He could not afford to make enemies of them.

Qingfeng Li gazed toward Biao Huo. "You hold resentment for me," he said calmly, "along with killing intent. You want to get revenge and kill me someday, don't you?"

Hearing this, Biao Huo hurriedly shook his head. "No," he said. "It was my son who was blind enough to offend you. He deserved to die. If there is nothing else, I'll be going."

As the Monarch of a top-tier dynasty, Biao Huo was a man capable of swallowing his pride. He knew that it was never too late to get revenge later.

Right now, Biao Huo was no match for Wutian Mo. If he stayed here, he was only asking to get ridiculed further. It was best to leave for now and get his revenge on Qingfeng Li when his own strength increased.

However, Qingfeng Li spoke in an icy tone, "Did I say you could leave?"

Biao Huo stopped in his tracks. Turning back around, he spoke, "May I ask what business you still have with me?"

Qingfeng Li's expression was haughty. "I hate it when others direct their killing intent toward me," he said. "I also hate it when people view me with animosity. And I never let my enemies off the hook. For my enemies, there is only one way out. Death!"

"Kill him," Qingfeng Li said to Wutian Mo.

Wutian Mo nodded. "Yes, Young Master."

Wutian Mo stepped out from behind him. Black energy radiated from his whole body and shot into the clouds, shaking the entire sky.

Every self-cultivator in Sky Rat City felt the killing intent coming from Wutian Mo at this moment. Some of the lower-tier self-cultivators closer to the epicenter even fell to their knees. This was the fear and respect that the Number One Devil commanded.

On the Crimson Fire Continent, there were countless powerful self-cultivators. However, those who could reach the Spirit monarch realm only numbered several hundred. And of all these, only one was the Number One Devil. That was Wutian Mo.

Wutian Mo's fame had come from all the people he had killed. It was forged from mountains and oceans and piles of corpses. There wasn't a single self-cultivator who didn't fear him.

Qingfeng Li told Wutian Mo to kill Biao Huo for one simple reason, He wanted to see how powerful Wutian Mo was. After all, in the battle for the Sun Monarch's treasure that was sure to follow, he would need a helper.

Besides, when he left the Sun Mystic Realm, Qingfeng Li still had to go rescue Ruyan Liu and Apple Blossom. He would need help then as well.

Biao Huo expression changed as he watched Wutian Mo walk toward him. "Wutian Mo," he said. "Are you really going to stand against me? I might be no match for you but remember, My Senior Brother is the Chief Advisor of the Sky-Breaking Supreme Dynasty. If you kill me here, the Sky-Breaking Dynasty would never forgive you."

Wutian Mo's expression was full of disdain. "Supreme Dynasty, so what?" he said. "My Young Master wants you dead, so you will not live past today."

Wutian Mo abruptly swung his fist forward, releasing a wave of black vital essence.

The black vital essence contained a powerful force. As it appeared, it tore through the dimensional barrier and created a fissure in the earth. The entire room was completely demolished by the immense power.

Biao Huo didn't dare to act carelessly. He swung his own fist forward, colliding with Wutian Mo's Black Tiger Saint-level punch. A loud bang rang throughout the air.

A moment later, there was a loud "Bang!" as Biao Huo's body was sent hurtling backwards. He flew for several hundred meters before slamming through a wall and leaving a large hole through it. He fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. All the bones in his hand had been completely shattered.

Seeing this scene unfold, the self-cultivators around them all backed away hurriedly, shocked.

Even then, they were left scattered every which way by the shockwave from the collision. Some of them had even sustained injuries.

A flash of light danced across Qingfeng Li's eyes.

Is this the power of the Number One Devil on the Devil Rankings?

he wondered to himself.

As expected, he's powerful.