Nie Jiuque rescued Qin Ming and pushed him towards Moyu below, then charged at Jun Moyan with overwhelming anger and murderous intent.
A thousand years ago, the Demon Lord could still withstand the Soul-suppressing Beast, but now, as a mere mortal, how could he possibly be Jun Moyan's match? Moreover, Jun Moyan already harbored the intention to kill him, and with just two moves, he struck Nie Jiuque, causing him to vomit blood and fall heavily to the ground.
"Lord..."
Moyu and the others paled, knowing it was easy for the Soul-suppressing Beast to annihilate their entire Demon Clan.
If Nie Jiuque did indeed hide someone, given his arrogance and temperament, he probably wouldn't surrender them. The Demon Clan is unlikely to escape this calamity today.
A long sword, condensed with ghostly energy, pointed straight at Nie Jiuque.
Moyu and the others dared not make a sound.
"Where is she?" Jun Moyan asked.
"Heh..."
