I've been reborn, who still chases the school hunk?

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes intertwined with fear and anxiety, their hearts felt like being pressed down by a huge rock, heavy and panicky, as if they were about to suffocate. Who would want to get close to the demon king? They were afraid that he would go crazy and swallow them up like a bean, which would only bring trouble! Thinking of the terrifying legend of the demon king, everyone's heart couldn't help but feel a chill.

Chu Zonghou was furious. These old guys who usually fought for power and profit were so cowardly at the critical moment. He looked at everyone present with a sharp gaze, trying to ignite the fire of courage in their hearts with his eyes, but it seemed to have no effect.

"But even so, where is the Demon Lord? How do we find him?" An elder rubbed his hands awkwardly, his voice trembling a little, obviously frightened by this sudden crisis. His eyes wandered around, as if he was looking for an answer he could rely on.

Apart from a quick glimpse on the battlefield, there was no trace of him. It would be extremely difficult to find him now! Everyone was helpless. The Demon Lord was like a ghost, coming and going without a trace, making him unpredictable.

"How about sending someone to the Dark Demon Palace to tell them to tell the Demon Lord?" Another elder slapped the table and stood up, suggesting loudly. There was a hint of urgency in his voice, and it was obvious that he wanted to get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible.

When everyone heard this, they thought this was a good idea. As long as they didn't have to face the Demon Lord directly, they would feel more at ease. So, they all nodded in agreement, as if they had found a life-saving straw.

"Okay, let's do it." Chu Zonghou waved his hand, with a hint of helplessness in his voice. Everyone was preparing to retreat, looking for a chance to catch their breath.

Suddenly, a man covered in blood stumbled in, making everyone tremble with fear. His clothes were torn and bloodstained, as if he was a demon crawling out of hell.

"Master, elders, the people from the Dark Demon Hall are here!" The bloody man fell down after saying this, and he was out of breath. His eyes were full of despair and fear, as if he was telling an inescapable nightmare.

"What? The people from the Dark Demon Palace have arrived?" Everyone was trembling with fear, their faces instantly turned pale as paper. Their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, as if they were about to face a catastrophic disaster in the next moment.

"Send a distress signal quickly, tell other sects, if we are finished, they can't escape either!" Chu Zonghou roared, his voice full of anxiety and determination. He was the first to rush out of the hall, as if he wanted to ignite everyone's fighting spirit with his actions.

As soon as I left the hall, the scene in front of me was terrifying. Ziyun Sect had turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the men in black were running around everywhere, as if they had followed into their own backyard. Their figures shuttled through the sea of ​​blood, reaping lives like the god of death.

Those genius disciples who were usually praised to the sky were like little chickens in front of the black-clothed men, and had no power to fight back. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they were telling of an irreversible tragedy.

This is not a battle, it's simply a one-sided massacre! Chu Zonghou was filled with grief and anger. He didn't expect that Ziyun Sect would encounter such a catastrophe. He looked around with a sharp gaze, trying to find a chance to fight back.

Because the meeting hall was protected by a formation, the people inside had no idea that the outside world had become a mess. They were still arguing about how to deal with the Demon Lord, not knowing that the disaster had already arrived.

"Stop!" Chu Zonghou flew into the air, and shouted loudly with the full momentum of the half-step Lingdan realm. His voice resounded through the sky like thunder, trying to use his own power to stop the massacre.

"Hey, old man, you still want to stop me?" A teasing voice sounded, and a stronger momentum pressed over. Chu Zonghou's momentum was instantly suppressed, and he felt an unprecedented pressure enveloping him.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and they were so scared that they almost fainted. There were three men standing not far away. The one in front was wearing a purple fox mask, a purple and gold robe, and purple hair fluttering. Although there was no spiritual power fluctuation from him, the sense of oppression was not to be underestimated. Isn't this the famous Demon Lord Zi Huang!

Behind him were two young men in black robes, each with a face as cold as ice, standing there motionless. Their eyes were filled with indifference and murderous intent, as if announcing the arrival of death.

"Master Demon, what are you doing..." Chu Zonghou asked, forcing himself to calm down. His voice was trembling, and he was obviously shocked by Zihuang's aura.

Zi Huang stretched out his hand and pulled Chu Zonghou in front of him. Zi Huang smiled in a creepy way: "Old man, are you qualified to ask about my intentions?" His fingers gently pinched Chu Zonghou's neck, as if he was playing with an insignificant toy.

Chu Zonghou's face was as red as a purple eggplant, and his eyes were almost popping out. He tried desperately to pry Zi Huang's hand open, but his cultivation level of Half-Step Spiritual Pill was not enough to break it free. His heart was filled with fear and despair, as if he would be crushed by this devil in the next moment.

The elders retreated in fear, not daring to breathe. Their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, as if they were waiting for the judgment of fate.

"Master Demon, please calm down." Elder Chu Hong stepped forward and begged for mercy. His voice was trembling, and he was obviously intimidated by Zi Huang's majesty.

"Calm down? Why didn't you mention calming down when you were planning to capture my daughter?" Zi Huang threw Chu Zonghou to the ground. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then threw it away. The handkerchief seemed to have endless magic power, and people dared not look directly at it.

Chu Hong was sweating profusely, regretting his decision to the point of madness. He had never thought that his decision would bring such a disaster to the Purple Cloud Sect. His heart was filled with regret and fear, as if he was telling of an irreparable mistake.

Some elders hurried to help Chu Zonghou and looked up at Zihuang nervously. Their eyes were full of fear and anxiety, as if they were waiting for Zihuang's next move.

"Elder, save me!" At this time, a female disciple in a pink dress ran over to ask for help. Her hair was messy and her face was covered with wounds. She had obviously survived the massacre. Her eyes were full of despair and fear, as if she was telling an inescapable nightmare.

But before she could run, she was chopped by a young man in black. The sword light cut through the sky like lightning, and instantly cut her in two. Her body fell down weakly, and her eyes were not closed, as if she was telling an unspeakable tragedy.

"Hong Chang!" An elder cried out in grief, watching her fall. His heart was filled with grief and despair, as if he was telling of an irreparable loss.

"Master Demon, this is all our fault. Please spare the innocent people." An elder saw his grandson being hunted here and knelt down to beg for mercy. There was a hint of tears in his voice, and he was obviously frightened by the massacre.

Zi Huang sneered: "How can my daughter be innocent? How can you bear to harm her?" There was a hint of coldness and murderous intent in his voice, as if announcing the arrival of death.

"We didn't do it. It was Dongxuan Palace who ordered us to do it!" The elders hurriedly explained. Their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, as if they were confessing a crime that they could not escape.

"Yes! If you want revenge, go to Dongxuan Palace!" They echoed, trying to put the blame on Dongxuan Palace.

Zi Huang watched coldly and sneered: "Don't worry, none of them can escape." There was a hint of coldness and determination in his voice, as if he was declaring an inevitable war.

At this moment, two terrifying auras came from the depths of the hall. Two old and hoarse voices shouted angrily: "The Demon Lord is going too far!" The voices were full of anger and unwillingness, as if challenging Zi Huang's majesty.

The two Spiritual Pill Realm Supreme Elders of the Purple Cloud Sect appeared. Their figures were particularly eye-catching in the sea of ​​blood, like two unshakable mountains. Their eyes were full of determination and fighting spirit, as if they were determined to fight Zi Huang to the death.

Zi Huang glanced at them calmly and waved his sleeves. Suddenly, a terrifying force swept out and swept the two great elders away. They fell to the ground and created two large pits, with dust flying everywhere, as if they were telling of an irreversible failure.

"I bully you, what can you do?" Zi Huang sneered, his voice full of contempt and disdain. He seemed to be announcing his invincibility, making it impossible for anyone to resist.

Everyone was trembling in their hearts, and they really didn't know what to say to this devil. Their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, as if they were waiting for the judgment of fate.

Zi Huang didn't bother to pay attention to them and flew over the hall. He formed seals with both hands and a mysterious mark was struck into the mountain. Suddenly, the mountain began to tremble and the ground shook. It seemed as if it was going to swallow up the entire Ziyun Sect.

The high-ranking officials of Ziyun Sect looked at each other, not understanding what Zihuang was doing. They were filled with doubts and fear, as if they were waiting for an unknown disaster to come. When they saw that he was not paying attention, their eyes flickered, and then they scattered and fled. They tried to find a glimmer of hope to escape from this terrifying demon.

"Hmph! Do you think we don't exist?" An and another black-robed youth snorted in displeasure. Their figures flashed by like ghosts and chased after them. They were extremely fast, as if they were going to hunt down those who escaped one by one. A brutal hunt was about to begin, and the fate of the Purple Cloud Sect would be revealed at this moment.

"Ah..." A shrill scream cut through the night sky, followed by cries of "Don't kill me!" and "Help me!", which sounded like the wailing in hell and made people's hearts palpitate. However, the wailing did not last long, and Ziyun Peak soon fell into a dead silence, leaving only the men in black wandering in the night like ghosts, their shadows lengthened in the moonlight, wielding weapons with cold light in their hands, and snatching all the property they could reach.

In this chaos, Zi Huang's figure was particularly abrupt. He was wearing a black robe, and his sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a king in the dark night. With a flick of his fingers, as if weaving a web of fate, a huge palm descended from the sky with the power to destroy the world. He shouted sharply: "Get up!" A giant python formed by spiritual energy suddenly jumped out of the mountain. The giant python was wrapped in lightning, and its eyes were like torches. It struggled frantically, trying to break free from this invisible bondage. However, under the powerful magic power of Zi Huang, it finally collapsed to the ground powerlessly, turning into wisps of spiritual energy and dissipating between heaven and earth.

"This... Is this a spiritual vein?" In the dark, a figure was hiding in the dense woods. He widened his eyes and was horrified. He knew that the Lord's methods were extraordinary, but the act of extracting spiritual veins was too shocking! This was simply challenging the rules of heaven and earth and subverting the common sense of the cultivation world.

The guardians were also stunned. They had followed Zihuang for many years and had never seen such a shocking scene. One of the guardians swallowed his saliva and thought to himself: I have followed the Lord for so long, and his power really makes me terrified. Every time he makes a move, it seems to be changing the world. It feels like the Lord is omnipotent!

In Jingjiang Continent, people have never heard of anyone directly extracting spiritual veins. Spiritual veins are the essence of heaven and earth, and the foundation of a clan. Generally, they are collected slowly, or a clan is established, and spiritual energy is gradually absorbed to practice. Zihuang's move is undoubtedly breaking the rules and challenging everyone's cognition. Did he do this to ensure that there would be no worries about spiritual energy in the future? Or was he unhappy with a certain clan and directly extracted its spiritual veins to vent his anger?

Zi Huang did not stop, he continuously extracted two spirit veins, and Ziyun Peak instantly lost its luster and lost its former glory. The ground was covered with blood and corpses were lying everywhere. The whole scene was gloomy and terrifying, like hell on earth. The people of the Dark Demon Palace looted everything, even the space rings on the corpses were not spared, their eyes flashed with greed, as if at this moment, they became the real rulers.