"Heavenly Demon?" Meng Changqing raised an eyebrow.
He sensed an immense spiritual pressure sweeping towards him without any attempt to conceal itself.
"A pillow right when I needed a nap," he mused, "A meal delivered right to my door. Let's use you to test the true power of the True Demon Technique."
A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth.
"Get lost if you don't want to die," Crimson Sky arrogantly projected, forming a line of characters in midair with dense sword energy.
"A sentient sword?" From the boundless demonic energy, a tall figure emerged.
It was the armored Heavenly Demon, his blood-red eyes filled with greed as he looked at Crimson Sky.
Obtaining this sword would undoubtedly increase his power significantly.
"I'll give you a chance. Submit to me," the Heavenly Demon said slowly.
"What nonsense! You think you can be my master?" Crimson Sky was furious, feeling deeply insulted.
Sword light erupted, slashing towards the Heavenly Demon.
"Stubborn fool!" The Heavenly Demon's eyes darkened, deciding to forcefully subdue the sword. However, upon contact, he was surprised by the sword's sharpness, which was far stronger than he had anticipated, capable of injuring him.
Crimson Sky split into thousands of fragments, filling the sky and sweeping towards the Heavenly Demon.
"Divine Demon Chaos!" the Heavenly Demon shouted, conjuring giant hands from his demonic energy to grab the sword lights.
Yet, the sword lights grew even sharper, shattering all the giant hands.
"Something's wrong with this sword!" The Heavenly Demon's blood-red eyes narrowed.
He had initially sensed that the sword wasn't this powerful, but its strength had been increasing throughout the fight, now surpassing his own.
"What kind of monster is this?" The Heavenly Demon was shaken.
He had encountered many humans who entered through this rift, but none as strong as this one, whose weapon alone wielded such terrifying power.
Realizing he couldn't win, the Heavenly Demon decided to retreat.
But Crimson Sky seemed to anticipate this, merging all its sword lights into one and piercing the Heavenly Demon's chest, pinning him in the void.
Crimson Sky circled the Heavenly Demon mockingly, infuriating him.
He was powerless to fight back.
A powerful presence approached from the distance — a tall figure walking through the air. Seeing this, Crimson Sky quickly flew back to Meng Changqing, nestling against his chest.
Sword energy formed characters, "Master, a very powerful Heavenly Demon just arrived. Fortunately, I was skillful enough. Otherwise, I would have been beaten to death."
The characters seemed to convey a pitiful tone, causing Meng Changqing to glance over.
The Heavenly Demon looked miserable, covered in sword marks, his body suppressed by sword energy.
Skillful enough? More like overwhelmingly superior.
But Meng Changqing didn't point this out, instead patting Crimson Sky, causing the sword to tremble and blush faintly.
The Heavenly Demon almost choked at the sight of the characters, realizing the sword was pretending to be weak after displaying such terrifying power.
"A Heavenly Demon with a physical form," Meng Changqing remarked, stepping forward to examine him. "Whose body did you seize?"
Heavenly Demons were usually formless spirits, but they could possess other beings.
With a wave of his hand, the Heavenly Demon's helmet shattered, revealing a human face, likely a warrior who had previously entered and been possessed.
"Human, I am Dos, a Deception Sound Heavenly Demon! This land belongs to my family. If you harm me, you'll never leave this place alive!" Dos threatened.
"Is that so? I'd like to see that," Meng Changqing smiled, unbothered. "But first, give me your demonic energy."
"Hahaha, you want my demonic energy? Human, you dare to dream! If I don't want to give it, can you take it?" Dos sneered, his aura becoming unstable as if ready to self-destruct.
"Let's find out," Meng Changqing replied, raising his right hand.
An overwhelming burst of demonic energy surged, followed by black chains from his palm, piercing and binding Dos, sealing him.
"What's happening?!" Dos was terrified, unable to control any of his powers, not even to self-destruct.
What shocked him more was the human possessing demonic energy, pure and without negative emotions.
"Who are you?!" Dos shouted.
"A dead demon shouldn't be so curious. Become my meal," Meng Changqing's gaze turned cold, his fingers clenching.
The chains ignited with black flames, low in temperature but incredibly potent, melting Dos's flesh instantly, leaving only his spirit.
"Impossible!" Dos struggled, but the chains burned his spirit. "This is… the power of demon suppression! You know the ancient Demon Sect's lost technique!"
"Good eye," Meng Changqing's hair billowed in the demonic energy, his demeanor icy, exuding an aura of dominance.
"Human, you'll die! The Demon Kings won't spare you! Endless pursuit awaits you! Your end will be far worse than mine!" Dos cursed venomously.
"Enough noise," Meng Changqing said coldly.
The flames surged, completely consuming Dos.
Only a wisp of black mist remained, glowing brightly, giving a sense of immense mental strength just by looking at it.
"Demonic energy," Meng Changqing grasped it in his palm.