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The Rakshasa King roared at Little Rakshasa and used his internal energy to lift a black iron chain, tying Little Rakshasa up and hanging it upside down on a branch.

Little Rakshasa’s head swayed downwards. Finally, it could no longer cause trouble. If Little Rakshasa could not come out and cause trouble, the Rakshasa King would be able to deal with the Nether Mountain freely.

Before becoming the Rakshasa King, Sang Qiuhan was not a good person. After so many years of abnormal cultivation, he had long refined himself into a monster that was neither human nor ghost. How could he have any mercy in his heart?

Everyone felt the killing intent in his eyes. The experts of the Sikong family and the disciples of the Chaoyang Hall more or less knew about the grudge between Sang Qiuhan and Old Ancestor Sikong. However, they did not know that the Rakshasa King was Sang Qiuhan back then. Yu Wan and the others knew about it, so they were even more desperate.

Qing Yan cursed, “He’s planning to massacre the Nether Mountain… He’s really a lunatic!”

Massacre the Nether Mountain was the second step. Obtaining the Saint King was the first step.

The Rakshasa King gently raised one hand and Yu Wan’s body flew towards him.

Shadow Thirteen took out the black iron chain and wrapped it around Yu Wan’s ankle. Shadow Thirteen grabbed the other end of the black iron chain tightly. When Shadow Six saw this, he hurriedly pounced over and grabbed the black iron chain with him.

Qing Yan and Yue Gou also rushed over at the same time. All the disciples of the Chaoyang Hall used all their strength to grab the black iron chain.

Old Cui stuck his head out from under the table. “This, this, this… Can this be held back?”

Grandma stood in front of the window and shook his head solemnly. If he could, he would not be the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King and the Blood Rakshasa were worlds apart. Not to mention them, even Old Ancestor Sikong, who was extremely skilled in martial arts, might not be a match for the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King was an existence that was difficult to eliminate. Only another Rakshasa King could kill him. Was there a second Rakshasa King in the

Nether Capital? The answer was no.

“Hey! Don’t be silent. Why are you still acting like you’re at the mercy of others!” Old Cui’s heart was in turmoil because of Grandma’s despairing expression. He said unwillingly, “I, I, I… Don’t we still have many experts?”

Grandma said, “Are you talking about those in seclusion or not?”

Grandma’s words made Old Cui shut up. Their strongest powers had all gone into seclusion to break through. It was also the Sang family’s Blood Rakshasa who chose the time to break through at this critical juncture.

A mere black iron chain was nothing to the Rakshasa King. The Rakshasa King snorted in disdain and with a flick of his finger, the black iron chain broke into pieces.

“Ah—” Yu Wan, who had lost her restraint, quickly flew towards the Rakshasa King.

Everyone wanted to rush up and save Yu Wan, but none of them could move. The pressure of the Rakshasa King was too terrifying! The Rakshasa King’s demonic claws aimed at Yu Wan’s stomach.

Little Rakshasa covered his eves!

Yu Wan also covered her eyes!

. No, why was she covering her eyes? This guy was clearly here for the fetus in her stomach. She should cover her stomach! Yu Wan held her stomach, but it was not very useful. The Rakshasa King’s demonic claws were definitely not something a weak woman could resist.

Could it be that the two of them were really going to die at the hands of this bastard?

The Rakshasa King’s aura enveloped Yu Wan.

Yu Wan closed her eyes in despair and shouted in the end, “Yan Jiuchao—”

A cold aura tore through the air like a sharp blade and struck the Rakshasa King’s glabella, tearing a hole in his pressure!

The Rakshasa King’s eyebrows moved. He raised the hand that was grabbing Yu Wan and flicked the aura away with his fingertips. He did not spend much effort, but in this split second, Yu Wan was sucked over by another powerful internal energy.

Yu Wan fell into a familiar embrace. His masculine aura mixed with a faint orchid fragrance and a trace of medicinal fragrance. Yu Wan’s heart instantly calmed down.

“Yan Jiuchao…” She looked at him. That scene just now was really dangerous. No matter how calm she was, she was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. However, all of this disappeared the moment she saw him. As long as he was here, she was fearless no matter what she did or what she was going to face.

“You’re out of seclusion.” She subconsciously sounded a little aggrieved.

Yan Jiuchao said coldly, “You’re shouting so loudly. I can’t cultivate anymore if

I don’t come out of seclusion.”

Yu Wan smiled through her tears. Yan Jiuchao carried Yu Wan back to the ground. Under the Rakshasa King’s powerful pressure, his movements were still smooth and elegant.

“Wait for me here.” Yan Jiuchao put Yu Wan down.

“Okay.” Yu Wan nodded obediently.

Yan Jiuchao flicked his wide sleeve and tapped his toes lightly. He jumped onto the roof and stood on raised eaves, staring fixedly at the Rakshasa King who had landed on the roof opposite.

When their eyes met, a shocking killing intent erupted in the air.

The Rakshasa King’s scrutinizing gaze landed on Yan Jiuchao’s face. Yan Jiuchao’s body emitted the aura of the Longevity Technique, and his realm was not low. Even though he was locked in the Sang family’s forbidden area, the Rakshasa King knew that in the entire Sikong family, only Sikong Ye had mastered the Longevity Technique. However, Sikong Ye was not a young boy in his early twenties.

“You’re… not… Si… Kong… Ye?”

After being mute for many years, the Rakshasa King’s ability to speak had rapidly degenerated.

“Of course not, ” Yan Jiuchao said indifferently.

In front of the Rakshasa King, who could destroy the entire Nether Capital with a single fist, Yan Jiuchao’s reaction was too calm. Even the Rakshasa King himself was in disbelief. When Little Rakshasa heard Yan Jiuchao’s voice, he removed the small hand that was covering his eyes and shouted at the Rakshasa King!

The Rakshasa King did not look back at it. He only used his internal energy to seal its mute acupoint.

Little Rakshasa’s mouth was still moving, but there was no more sound.

The Rakshasa King said domineeringly and slowly, “Si… Kong… Ye…”

Yan Jiuchao said arrogantly, “So many years have passed, and your cultivation hasn’t improved much. Sikong Ye doesn’t want to see you!”

The Rakshasa King was furious. A terrifying pressure pressed down on Yan Jiuchao. Yan Jiuchao activated the Longevity Technique and blocked it without changing his expression.

“Young… Young Master…” Shadow Six widened his eyes in surprise.

Grandma said, “He broke through to the eighth level.”

This was really unexpected. The Ghost King had spent half his life’s effort to cultivate the sixth level of the Longevity Technique, but Yan Jiuchao had broken through two levels in a short ten days. This was simply a miracle, not to mention that he was still so young. Even Sikong Ye had spent decades to break through to the eighth level back then. Grandma believed that in a few more years, Yan Jiuchao might really become an existence that could defeat the Rakshasa King, but… now was not the time.

Yan Jiuchao’s meridians had suffered a huge blow, but he did not show any abnormalities on his face.

He said domineeringly, “Take three palms from me. After three palms, if you can still stand here unscathed, I’ll let you see Sikong Ye.”

Qing Yan said worriedly, “What does Jiuchao want to do? Not to mention three palms, even if it’s thirty palms, the Rakshasa King will be fine…”

Yan Jiuchao continued, “Could it be that the dignified Rakshasa King can’t even take three hits from me? If you’re afraid of losing, just say it!”

The Rakshasa King hooked his index finger at Yan Jiuchao angrily, indicating for him to attack.

“First palm!” Yan Jiuchao moved his wide sleeves and sent out a sharp and powerful palm wind.

Initially, the Rakshasa King did not take a brat seriously, so he did not use much strength to block. However, when the other party’s palm landed on him, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Even if this palm did not hurt him, it still made him feel pain.

“Second palm!” Yan Jiuchao did not hesitate at all. Then, he unleashed his second palm right on the heels of that. This time, the palm wind was thirty percent stronger than before. The Rakshasa King’s body actually swayed from the impact.

A meridian was broken.

Although it was just a small meridian, it was beyond the Rakshasa King’s expectations. This was like thinking that the other party was an ant, but it had turned into a baby eagle and even pecked him until he bled. He wanted to kill him, suck his blood energy dry, and refine him into a blood pill!

Yan Jiuchao rubbed his wrist and looked at him coldly. “I won’t show mercy for the third palm strike anymore. You have to be careful.”

Although the ant had become a young eagle, it was only a young eagle. It was not so easy to hurt the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King looked at Yan Jiuchao fearlessly.

Yan Jiuchao spread his arms and jumped into the air. He looked down at the Rakshasa King. “Like I said, this palm strike is a very powerful palm strike. You better take it with your best effort.”

“Hmph!” The Rakshasa King had a disdainful expression.

The corners of Yan Jiuchao’s lips curled up as he dodged to the side, revealing the white-robed man who had stood behind him at some point. Sikong Ye flew up and slapped the Rakshasa King’s chest!