The First Demon of the Chan Sect

"What is this thing?"

Li Qingming's pupils sharply constricted as he tried to force his way down, only to find that the speck of starlight could not be pierced by the Bitter Bamboo Spear.

He looked up and was shocked to discover that not far away there was a terrifying and overwhelming presence taking shape.

It was a silver-white metallic mecha towering at ten zhang, exuding an immense Saintly Pressure.

It held a silver greatsword in its hand, the tip of the blade flickering with cold light, cleaving a cold starry path that extended all the way to the base of Li Qingming's Bitter Bamboo Spear.

"You two, come over here now! Do you actually want to die at the hands of these barbaric natives?" Suddenly, a strange voice with a digital tone emanated from inside the mecha.

Although the voice was complex and indiscernible, Li Qingming still recognized it – it was Prince Sangla's voice.

Eliza and Queen Torcang retreated, excitedly gazing at the enormous mecha beside them, saying, "Holy Level Mecha! We're saved, we're saved!"

"Native, if you commit suicide now, you might still have a chance at reincarnation! Wait a little longer, and you won't be so lucky!" Prince Sangla's icy voice mixed with the electronic sound, chillingly distinct.

"Are you sure you want to say that?" Li Qingming, surrounded by an enormous aura, said with a smile.

"Native, with your limited insight, how could you possibly understand the power of our Technology Mysterious City. I advise you to take your own life while you can!" Sangla said darkly.

Li Qingming didn't bother with more talk and suddenly sprung into action.

He turned into a streak of Qing lightning, wielding the long spear as he charged at Sangla. He wanted to test how long he could battle in his current state, with his Late Quasi-Saint Cultivation!

Li Qingming was in a state of extreme excitement, nearly flying across the ground, the long spear in his hand shimmering with a bright purple glow, like a purple Heavenly Pillar.

Prince Sangla's face changed drastically as the silver-white mecha, around ten zhang tall, emitted dazzling radiance, and a series of mysterious Tao Runes appeared out of thin air on the surface of the mecha.

He was now afraid of the long spear in Li Qingming's hands. First, the prison was breached, then Daron's Holy Armor was broken, and next the experimental field that had been marked with Tao Traces by the Holy Master... Each had been a bloody lesson, and of course, Prince Sangla dared not be careless.

"Clang!"

Li Qingming's Bitter Bamboo Spear jabbed directly onto the metallic mecha, leaving a rather shallow small pit and emitting a light clash of metal.

Yet, this full-force strike from Li Qingming surprisingly did not damage the mecha.

"Hum!"

From the pair of fist-sized electronic eyes on the mecha, two beams of golden light suddenly burst forth, aiming directly at Li Qingming's top of the skull.

"Damn it!" Li Qingming cursed out loud, hastily retracting the spear and retreating quickly, dodging the beams.

"What keen reflexes, what formidable strength!" Sangla was inwardly shocked. At the same time, his desire to capture Li Qingming for slicing research grew increasingly intense.

"Native, stop your futile struggles! You have no hope!" The silver-white metallic mecha suddenly radiated strands of divine fluctuations, terrifyingly boundless.

The Holy Armor was fully activated by Sangla!

Holy Level Mechas were very rare in the Technology Mysterious City. It could be said that in the entire city, there were only two – one belonged to the Holy Master, and the other was bestowed upon Sangla.

This Holy Level Mecha was towering and had stepped into the ranks of Saints. It was terrifyingly powerful when used against enemies.

"Native, I'll give you one last chance! Offer up that strange Three-legged Holy Artifact and the spear in your hands to me, and I will allow your soul to go through reincarnation!" From within the brilliant silver Holy Level Mecha came Prince Sangla's voice.

"Do you truly think you can kill me?" Li Qingming hovered midair, a cold sneer on his lips.

From inside the mecha, Prince Sangla laughed arrogantly, "Hahahaha, barbaric native! Do you think you still have a chance to escape from my grasp? Die!"

With that, the silver-white mecha exuding infinite saintly might, holding that silver greatsword, lunged forward to attack.

"Damn it, old freak! Seems like I can't make do without using my Primordial Spirit!" Li Qingming's expression changed in an instant; the fluctuation was clearly that of a Saint. This Holy Level Mecha could indeed elevate a Daluo Golden Immortal's waste to the Saint Realm in an instant.

Moreover, this mecha was so colossal, yet its movements were so agile, without the slightest bit of clumsiness. It seemed that Sangla was also frequently practicing the art of mecha control, able to wield the powers of a Saint at will.

"Hum!"

Li Qingming didn't bother to think too much, instantly embodying his Primordial Spirit. In a moment, the overwhelming Saintly Pressure spread in all directions from him as its center.

The over two hundred prisons that had been previously flung to the corner by Li Qingming started to crack under the dual pressures of the Holy Level Mecha and Li Qingming.

"What? There's actually a Secret Technique that can instantly boost one's Cultivation to the Saint Realm!" As Prince Sangla closed in on Li Qingming, his face changed colors, yet his greatsword kept chopping down relentlessly, aiming straight for the top of Li Qingming's skull.

Li Qingming's eyes glinted like electricity, flickering with green radiance. He pointed a finger at the floating Qiankun Tripod.

"Swish!"

A dazzling flash of green light, and the carved flowers, birds, fish, insects, mountains, and rivers on the walls of the tripod all came to life.

Flowers fragrant, trees lush, beasts running, streams rippling... everything seemed to be perfectly activated.

"Go!" Li Qingming sneered coldly, with a gentle upward swing of his hand.

"Dang!"

The Qiankun Tripod, flickering with green light, crashed into that silver greatsword, producing a crisp clang of metal on metal.

Birds carved on the walls of the tripod cried intensely, and the running beasts howled to the sky, combining the voices of two different species into one terrifying sonic wave that directly shattered the void and broke the greatsword apart.

"Buzz!"

The Qiankun Tripod, mighty as a rainbow, continued unabated in momentum, and directed by Li Qingming, struck like a swath of green ribbon against the left shoulder of the silver-white mecha, piercing through it instantly.

Adhering to the principle of taking advantage of your weakness, Li Qingming, once in control, showed no mercy, his long spear repeatedly stabbing the mecha with ferocity.

At this moment, Prince Sangla inside the mecha kept drawing in cold breaths, while also feeling some regret for his own impulsiveness.

This native was simply a cunning fox, not only consciously hiding his strength, but also possessing numerous holy artifacts with very bizarre moves. In just an encounter, his Holy Level Mecha had been pierced through.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

A continuous sound of metal clashing, Li Qingming's spear danced like the wind, every thrust landed on the mecha, not a single one wasted.

In just a moment, what was once an awe-inspiring, Holy Flame soaring silver mecha, turned into a pile of scrap iron riddled with holes.

Li Qingming's fury grew as he fought; he suddenly retracted his Bitter Bamboo Spear and injected all of the Power of the Law of Force into the Qiankun Tripod.

In an instant, the Qiankun Tripod swelled to a size of about a zhang, covered in golden Tao Runes, and those flowers, birds, fish, insects, and mountains and rivers... all become terrifying Primordial beasts.

Birds spread their wings wide, beasts spat out fierce flames, fish and insects exhaled Primordial Energy.

They all transformed into something else, with flames so fierce and Evil Qi pressing.

"Die, pervert, you still want to suck my blood, you still want my Spiritual Treasure! I, Daoist, will send you off now!" Li Qingming fiercely grabbed the floating Qiankun Tripod above his head and hammered it down viciously onto the head of the silver-white mecha.

"Sizzle~~ Pop Pop~~ Boom~~"

Accompanied by a blaze of blue sparks, Li Qingming rotated the Qiankun Tripod, brutally smashing the Holy Level Mecha into scrap iron, where all carved Tao Runes were obliterated, and even the limbs and head were smashed to smithereens, emitting wisps of black smoke.

From a distance, whether it be Svik, who was lying on the ground unable to move, or Eliza and Thor, shivering at the second-floor entrance, all showed faces full of shock, with divine light in their eyes flickering: "How is this possible, how is this possible..."

At this moment, Prince Sangla inside the mecha, frightened out of his wits, when the Qiankun Tripod continued to hammer towards the remaining shell of the body, Prince Sangla finally came to his senses and frantically tore through the mecha, trying to flee to the Pyramid above.

Too bad, Li Qingming would not give him that opportunity!

Now that things had escalated to this point, if he couldn't figure out the forces of the Technology Mysterious City, he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.

"Come over to me!" Li Qingming's face was cold as he glanced at the frantically fleeing Prince Sangla, and with a light tap of his hand in his direction.

"Whiz!"

The power of Spatial Law instantly surged, firmly locking down the space surrounding Prince Sangla.

Then, Li Qingming made a grasping motion with his right hand and suddenly pulled it towards himself.

Prince Sangla, as if being held by an invisible giant hand, was brought in front of Li Qingming.

Prince Sangla, whose true cultivation realm was only at the Middle Stage of Quasi-Saint, was simply unable to break free from Li Qingming's spatial binding power.

His eyeballs kept rolling in terror, showing an extremely frightened expression, and he strained with all his might to break free from the binding.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could never succeed.

"Barbarous native... Oh, no! Respected lord! Whatever you want, I can give it to you, as long as you spare my life!" Prince Sangla, who had lost his previous arrogance, now pleaded pallidly with Li Qingming, wishing for Li Qingming to spare his life.

Li Qingming shook his head and said, "Didn't you very much want my flesh and blood and Spiritual Treasure? Good, I also want your flesh and blood, offer it up!"

"No, no, my lord!" Prince Sangla screamed frantically, saying, "My lord, great lord! I can tell you everything you want to know! Please, don't kill me!"

Li Qingming sneered and said, "I gave you all a chance, and the agreed time is already long past! As for what I want to know, I naturally have a way of finding out. So, you might as well just go die!"

"Thud!"

A crisp sound of breaking bones rang out, Li Qingming brutally twisted Prince Sangla's neck. Streams of blood, spilled from Prince Sangla's mouth and nose.

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