My Demon Queen

Chapter 332 Chat

Abbot Huihai's eyes were fixed on the lazy and charming nine-tailed fox, his brows were furrowed, and his tone was full of unkindness.

The nine-tailed fox simply glanced at Abbot Huihai and ignored him, instead slowly looking at everyone.

Those enchanting eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Finally, her gaze rested on Ye An.

Ye An noticed the gaze of the nine-tailed fox and his heart trembled slightly. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head slightly and imperceptibly.

No one noticed Ye An's subtle movements. All their attention was focused on the nine-tailed fox, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

Everyone was keenly aware that this nine-tailed fox seemed very different from when she was one of the top sixteen. She was now even more powerful, giving them a vague sense of oppression.

The oppression was like a heavy dark cloud, hanging over everyone's heart.

When the nine-tailed fox saw Ye An shaking her head, a hint of confusion flashed across her eyes for a moment, but this doubt was fleeting and was soon cleverly hidden by her.

Afterwards, she simply turned her gaze back to Abbot Huihai, as if nothing had happened.

"Isn't today the final? I'm just here to watch the game, but this scene doesn't seem like a final, it looks more like an execution."

The nine-tailed fox opened her red lips and spoke in a charming and moving voice. Her words were filled with spiritual power, like invisible ripples spreading across the entire final venue.

The audience in every corner could hear it clearly. The sound seemed to have magical power and went straight into people's hearts.

All the audience were looking at Huihai and other monks who suddenly appeared in confusion, full of doubts.

At this moment, when the Nine-tailed Fox said this, everyone suddenly realized that these monks were here to disrupt the finals.

For a moment, the whole audience was in an uproar, as if a huge rock was thrown into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.

All the spectators began to question, and the noisy voices gathered together, like a surging wave, impacting the entire arena.

In the audience, voices of doubt rose one after another, one wave higher than the other, like a surging tide.

Some people stood up, waved their arms and shouted, "What is going on? How could the final be ruined?" Their voices were filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

Some people blushed and pointed at Huihai and other monks, shouting, "Who are you to ruin the finals we have been looking forward to for a long time?" Their tone was fierce, as if they wanted an explanation for this interrupted event.

Some young and energetic audience members were even more emotional. They stamped their feet and shouted: "Give us an explanation! We can't just let it go like this!"

That youthful and energetic voice is full of resistance to injustice.

Some audience members were whispering to each other, complaining: "The finals were messed up like this, what on earth do these bald asses want to do?"

The voices of questioning from the crowd intertwined and echoed over the stadium, plunging the entire scene into chaos and noise.

The leaders of the three holy places could no longer sit still after seeing such a chaotic scene.

Especially Bai Feiyu, this gathering of heroes was originally hosted by the Wulin Holy Land, one of the three holy places.

Back then, the Conference of Heroes was fraught with turmoil from the very beginning. The entire Phoenix clan was wiped out, causing shock and unrest among everyone.

The finals were then held ahead of schedule, and after many twists and turns, everyone finally got to see their favorite contestants competing with all their heart and soul in the finals.

But now, a group of monks suddenly appeared, disrupting this originally tense and exciting situation.

All the audience at once pointed their fingers not only at Abbot Huihai and others, but also at Bai Feiyu of the Holy Land of Martial Arts.

Bai Feiyu felt as if the pressure was pressing down on him like a mountain. His brows were furrowed, his face solemn. He was worried about the current chaotic situation, and was also troubled by the reputation of the holy land of martial arts.

"Sure enough, we can't let these old guys mess around." Bai Feiyu cursed in his heart.

Above the sky, Mo Qingcheng stood in the air with a graceful figure, like a goddess in the sky, cold and noble. Mo Ruxue stood quietly beside her, like an elegant lily.

The vague pressure from Mo Qingcheng was like layers of fine ripples, constantly leaking out.

This pressure was mysterious and powerful, as if it could cover the entire world.

The two cubs beside him were so frightened by the angry pressure that they dared not make any move.

Their eyes were fixed intently on the ground below, and when they saw Ye An about to be caught by Huihai, their hearts became as anxious as burning flames, and they wished they could rush down and help him immediately.

However, Mo Qingcheng's powerful pressure suppressed them firmly, making them dare not act rashly. They were extremely anxious, but helpless.

Not only were they confused, but Mo Ruxue beside them was also full of doubts.

She frowned slightly, staring at Mo Qingcheng closely, thinking to herself: "What on earth is my sister enduring?"

"Ruxue, after returning to the demon clan, summon the six major tribes and head to the Western Paradise." Mo Qingcheng had a calm expression and spoke in a light tone.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ruxue was stunned at first, then she smiled and asked, "Are you going to destroy the Western Paradise, sister?" Her eyes were flashing with anticipation and curiosity, as if an earth-shaking battle was about to begin.

"No, let the six major tribes surround the Western Paradise and not allow any monk from the Western Paradise to enter or leave." Mo Qingcheng still had a calm expression and spoke in a cold voice.

Mo Ruxue didn't react for a moment. Just surround without attacking? What kind of strange strategy is this? She was full of doubts, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and she fell into deep thought.

Mo Qingcheng also turned around at this moment, looked at Mo Ruxue, and said coldly: "When I recover, I will kill all the Buddhas in the West with my own hands."

These words were like a bolt of thunder, exploding in Mo Ruxue's heart.

Her body trembled slightly, shocked by the determination and domineering tone in Mo Qingcheng's words.

That cold tone contained endless murderous intent, as if it could shroud the entire Western Paradise in a terrifying shadow.

"Sister, you..."

Just when Mo Ruxue wanted to say something, the nine-tailed fox in the venue suddenly looked up at the sky.

There was a cunning gleam in her eyes and her charming voice came from nature, interrupting Mo Ruxue's words.

"You two in heaven, won't you come down and talk? Standing so high, aren't you afraid of falling?" His tone was contemptuous and a little provocative.

Mo Qingcheng seemed to be oblivious to the provocation of the nine-tailed fox. She had a cold expression and an elegant posture.

She seemed to be walking on an invisible staircase, moving steadily towards the venue below step by step.

Every step she took seemed to step on everyone's heartstrings, bringing an indescribable sense of oppression.

"If you three still want to watch the fun, don't blame me for taking action!"