On the ring, Leng Jiuyou's face was distorted and menacing, enduring unimaginable pain. His entire aura became chaotic.
"Damn you, what on earth did you do to my son?"
Leng Qianqiu looked at Leng Jiuyou's miserable state, his heart burning with urgency, and he rebuked sternly.
"It's none of your concern how this seat operates. Even if I slaughtered everyone on Shenwu Continent, not a single hair on his head would be harmed."
Ming Jiu's tone was very domineering and powerful.
"Ah..."
At that moment, Leng Jiuyou let out a miserable cry from his mouth. His face was twisted and fierce, bloodline patterns writhing, his brow being torn apart by a great force.
"Boom!"
At the same time, a powerful momentum, like a river breaking its banks, erupted from within Leng Jiuyou. His aura rapidly intensified.
"This is bad, this is Demonic Qi!"
At this instant, Long Yan stood up straight.
The aura exploded within Leng Jiuyou contained demonic qi, which was filled with boundless darkness.
