111: Leng Yanran went berserk: You dare to learn my past life's magic?

"Demoness?"

"Absorbing my spiritual power?"

On the Martial Arts Stage, Leng Yanran looked at the Yaoguang Holy Son opposite her—who was clutching his chest, feigning “indignation,” and acting like a Film Emperor—and suddenly... smiled.

She laughed so hard her body shook, and tears nearly spilled from her eyes.

The laughter was clear, yet filled with endless coldness and... mockery.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Interesting."

"Truly interesting."

"This is the first time I've seen someone who, after stealing something from others, not only refuses to admit it but turns around and accuses the owner of being the thief."

"Is your face as thick as a city wall?"

The Yaoguang Holy Son frowned upon seeing Leng Yanran suddenly burst into laughter, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Why wasn't this woman following the script?

Shouldn't she be panicking, unable to defend herself?

"Demoness! You still dare to talk back even when death is imminent!"

Below the stage, an Elder from the Yaoguang Holy Land roared and prepared to move onto the stage to apprehend her.

"Who dares touch her?!"

Xiao Chen, Ye Fan, and the others instantly blocked the way below the stage, unleashing the aura of Emperor Weapons without reservation, locking onto the Yaoguang Holy Land group.

"What? If you can't beat the young ones, you call in the old ones?"

"Is that the traditional art of your Holy Land?"

The atmosphere instantly became tense again.

And at this moment.

Leng Yanran on the stage finally stopped laughing.

She slowly raised her head, and in those eyes, which were originally as cold as ancient profound ice, two clusters of... black flames ignited!

That was... monstrous fury!

"Originally."

Her voice was soft, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire venue.

"I only wanted to play around with you so-called 'Prodigies' as an ordinary Disciple."

"What I received in return was alienation and slander."

She looked at the Yaoguang Holy Son, a chillingly cold curve appearing on her lips.

"Fine."

"I won't pretend anymore."

"I'm laying my cards on the table."

The moment her voice fell.

"Boom—!!!"

A terrifying Devilish Might, indescribable, ineffable, as if originating from the Nine Netherworlds, burst forth from her small body!

That was not ordinary Devilish Qi!

That was... Emperors Might!

It was the supreme might of the Demon Empress who once reigned over the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, making all devils submit and all gods and buddhas tremble!

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

The entire Kaoshan Sect's Mountain-Protecting Formation wailed under the impact of this aura, unable to bear the strain!

The sky was instantly stained dark red!

On the ground, countless strands of black Devilish Qi broke through the earth like venomous snakes, dancing wildly!

At this moment, Leng Yanran no longer suppressed herself!

The Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art within her, along with the Nirvana Sword Intent forcibly converted by the Supreme Scripture of Forgetfulness, perfectly achieved Fusion at this moment!

Her black hair moved wildly without wind, whipping about ceaselessly!

Her black tight-fitting suit transformed into a magnificent Imperial Robe embroidered with blood-red Higanbana flowers!

Behind her, a peerless Demon Empress Dharma Idol, thousands of feet tall, wearing an Imperial Crown, possessing majestic Phoenix eyes, and radiating supreme arrogance, slowly materialized!

As soon as the Dharma Idol appeared, heaven and earth fell silent!

All Daos wailed!

All the Cultivators present, regardless of their cultivation level, felt their Souls trembling at this moment, seized by an urge to prostrate themselves in worship!

"Emperors Might?!"

"Another Great Emperor?!"

"No! This isn't an ordinary Great Emperor! This aura... is demonic! It's an ancient Great Devil!"

Everyone went mad.

They looked with extreme horror at the black-clothed girl on the stage, who was like a Goddess of the Nine Netherworlds, radiating monstrous Devilish Might.

They felt their worldview being repeatedly refreshed and shattered today!

What kind of monstrous place is this Hidden God Sect?!

How can any random Disciple erupt with the prestige of a Great Emperor?!

And as the primary target of this aura.

The Yaoguang Holy Son felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face pale as paper.

He discovered, in terror.

That his proud Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art, cultivated by devouring countless Origins, was nothing before the pure and ultimate Devil Emperor pressure exerted by the opponent.

It was like... a grandson meeting his ancestor!

He couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance and was even trembling uncontrollably!

"Th-this... how is this possible?!"

"Who... who exactly are you?!"

The Yaoguang Holy Son's voice trembled, devoid of his previous composure and calmness.

"Who am I?"

Leng Yanran smiled.

She slowly raised her hand, and in her palm, a black vortex that devoured everything rapidly condensed.

That was... the true Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art!

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly."

Her voice was icy, filled with an undeniable sense of judgment.

"Who is the true ancestor of this Cultivation Technique!"

"Swallow Heaven!"

With a soft shout.

"Boom!"

The black vortex instantly transformed into a giant mouth covering the sky, enveloping the Yaoguang Holy Son with the terrifying might of devouring all things!

"No—!"

The Yaoguang Holy Son discovered in horror.

That his proud Divine Body-Protecting Light and Holy Land Secret Treasures were like paper mache before this giant mouth, instantly devoured and refined!

Even the Demonic Technique Origin within his body was uncontrollably being forcibly stripped away by the opponent!

"Ah—!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the sky!

The Yaoguang Holy Son could no longer maintain his gentle and elegant facade.

His Devilish Qi erupted, and a blurry demonic shadow also appeared behind him, attempting to resist the terrifying devouring force.

But it was useless.

Before the true 'Ancestor'.

He, the 'imposter,' wasn't even fit to carry her shoes!

"Plop!"

After struggling for less than three breaths.

The Yaoguang Holy Son's knees went weak; he could no longer withstand the dual suppression originating from his Bloodline and his Cultivation Technique, and he heavily knelt on the ground!

His hair was disheveled, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his handsome face was etched with endless fear and... malice!

He knew that today, he had lost.

He had lost miserably!

But he was unwilling!

He still had one last trump card!

"You forced me!"

The Yaoguang Holy Son raised his head, his star-like eyes now filled with frenzied blood vessels.

He looked at the black-clothed girl who was looking down at him like a deity, and used all his strength to let out a heartbreaking roar:

"She is a devil!!"

"She is the Demon Empress who slaughtered the world in ancient times—"

"The Reincarnation of Leng Yanran!!"

"Such a Devil Head must be executed by everyone!!!"