Chapter 922

Mo Geilian’s words left everyone present in utter confusion.

“What’s this ‘Blazing Demon Hall’? Never heard of it. And who exactly is your elder brother? Why does he have it in for our Qili Tower?”

“There’s something going on here—at least explain yourself!”

Le Bufan’s expression turned grave. He could clearly sense that Mo Geilian was only at the peak of the Demon Lord Realm.

For someone of such cultivation to swagger in alone and claim he would dismantle their Qili Tower—it was laughable!

Even though their sect leader was away, Le Bufan, with his late-stage Demon Emperor Realm power, could have vaporized him in an instant.

Yet clearly this kid had a hidden ace—otherwise, why dare he come alone? Were there ambushers lying in wait?

Thinking this, Le Bufan immediately searched the area with his divine sense.

But a moment later, his face drained of color as he turned toward the sect gate.

There, his precious son Le Yang was being dragged in like a dead dog.

And the killer was only at the Tianmo Realm?

This world had gone mad! A mere Tianmo Realm cultivator and a Demon Lord–level stranger, daring to wreak havoc here—did they not know death’s meaning?

Le Bufan laughed through his anger and prepared to slay Ye Yu to rescue Le Yang.

But before he could move, Mo Geilian blocked his path.

“Did I say you could move?”

“Are you courting death?”

Le Bufan roared and immediately summoned his Demonic Immortal Artifact, the Precious Pagoda, ready to refine Mo Geilian on the spot and show everyone what happens to those who dare oppose Qili Tower.

Under the push of demonic energy, the Pagoda swelled a hundredfold in an instant.

A towering violet pagoda over a hundred zhang high enclosed Mo Geilian.

As Le Bufan formed a demonic seal with both hands, countless infernal runes appeared on the Pagoda, exuding a thick black aura.

Le Bufan sneered, mocking Mo Geilian in his mind: “A mere Demon Lord Realm warrior really knows nothing of his place!”

Anyone trapped by the Fragmentation Demon Pagoda could never escape alive; it was only a matter of time.

Just as Le Bufan was about to turn to deal with Ye Yu, a muffled crack sounded from behind him.

He spun around in disbelief to see a massive fist imprint stamped into his mid-grade Demonic Immortal Artifact—something he had never encountered before.

What on earth was this fellow? Even the most gifted brute cultivator couldn’t do that!

Then came a second punch, a third, a fourth...

The dull thuds rang heavy, as if each blow struck everyone’s hearts.

Without hesitation, Le Bufan ordered Elder Bai Kong to eliminate Ye Yu and free Le Yang.

Bai Kong didn’t hesitate and dashed off into the distance.

Le Bufan gritted his teeth and was about to reinforce the pagoda—

But it was already too late.

With Mo Geilian’s final blow, the Pagoda shattered into immense fragments that flew in every direction, demolishing several buildings.

Mo Geilian stepped out, surrounded by a dense white aura. With each breath, strange black runes flickered across his body.

Fear appeared in Le Bufan’s eyes for the first time.

Half an hour later, Mo Geilian fulfilled his promise and razed the entire Qili Tower sect to the ground—every demon cultivator perished without exception.

In doing so, he ascended to the early Demon Emperor Realm.

Ye Yu narrowed his eyes. Such prodigious talent—could this boy truly be the legendary genius?

Mo Geilian approached Ye Yu and, seeing Elder Bai Kong’s corpse, frowned in guilt. “Sorry, Big Brother. I didn’t realize someone else was here.”

“It’s fine—just a clown,” Ye Yu replied. “Let’s go back.”

He ushered Le Yang and Mo Geilian toward the Blazing Demon Hall, ignoring Elder Bai Kong’s restless corpse.

To be honest, Bai Kong never understood why, with his late-stage Profound Demon Realm cultivation, he couldn’t block a single strike from Ye Yu at the /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ Tianmo Realm. It defied all reason!

Soon, the three returned to the Blazing Demon Hall.

After several hours of recovery aided by pills, A’Rui’s injuries had nearly healed, and he could walk again.

When Ye Yu flung Le Yang—like a dead dog—into A’Rui’s arms, shock froze A’Rui speechless for a long moment.

Ye Yu spoke calmly, “I’ll leave this one to you. Don’t worry about any aftershocks—the Qili Tower is rubble, and all its demon cultivators are dead. You have free rein.”

“And I’ve crippled his cultivation, too. Vent all your anger however you like.”

At those words, A’Rui trembled uncontrollably, fists clenching on their own.

Ye Yu then took Mo Geilian and left.

Mo Geilian, puzzled, asked via inner-voice, “Big Brother, we’re really leaving him alone? He’s so timid. Should I stay and help?”

Ye Yu shook his head. “We can’t protect him forever. Some hurdles must be overcome alone; help would only lessen the effect.”

Mo Geilian’s face twisted in confusion—he didn’t fully understand but sensed the wisdom in Ye Yu’s words.

They had barely gone any distance when Le Yang’s soul-piercing screams echoed out—continuing far into the night, only ceasing in the late hours.

The next day, when A’Rui reappeared before Ye Yu and Mo Geilian, his eyes had grown noticeably colder.

Meanwhile, a storm erupted across Lianhua Prefecture!

The overnight destruction of Qili Tower drew the attention of every sect.

When they learned the culprit was the Blazing Demon Hall, they were all intrigued—where had this immortal sect sprung from?

They’d never heard the name before.

Sect masters dispatched their trusted aides to investigate.

But the reports they received only deepened their unease: “A Demon Lord–level powerhouse... the strongest refinement method in the Demon Realm... a man destined to become a Demon Emperor?”