My Co-renting Lady Boss

Jiutou Zhanlang grinned, "No wonder there’s a sense of an old acquaintance. I’ve dealt with the residual serpent master from your Five Poison Valley; he’s quite an interesting person. He even injured me once. In his honor, I’ll take good care of you today."

"Senior, do you really want to oppose my Qingfeng Dynasty."

Qingfeng Ziyun took a deep breath; the formidable one amidst the clouds hadn’t yet appeared, but handling this Nine-Headed Serpent clan powerhouse in front of them was already difficult.

If Qingfeng Ziyun saw correctly, this guy named Jiutou Zhanlang was at least at the Golden Core Late Stage, and might have even reached the Peak of the Golden Core Stage.

"Hahaha, naive little girl, what’s wrong with opposing the Qingfeng Dynasty? Is it that only you Qingfeng people can bully the Sea Clan of my North Coast, but I’m not allowed to take action against people of your Qingfeng Dynasty?"

A blue arm reached directly toward Qingfeng Ziyun; the old granny beside her swung her cane.

The dark blue cane clashed with the blue arm, and the old granny’s body retreated two steps backward.

"So strong, you’re at the Golden Core Peak."

The old granny opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Golden Core Peak? No, no, I haven’t reached that yet; it’s just that your Human Clan bodies are too weak and the difference compared to us is too vast. I’m merely at the Golden Core Late Stage."

Mockery hung on Jiutou Zhanlang’s face as he suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed seriously on the third floor of the pavilion.

Tang Ming hadn’t expected Qingfeng Can’s strength to be so formidable. When it started raining outside, he felt the agitation of the Black Spot Pill within him.

Tang Ming knew that the Demon Clan of the Lost Sea had arrived, and with their cover, he should have a chance to successfully escape.

But he hadn’t anticipated that Qingfeng Can wouldn’t bother with those Demon Clan from the Lost Sea outside and would instead find his hiding spot directly.

"Stop struggling, Tang Ming. With these means of yours, you can’t possibly injure me. Having killed my Demon Seed, I will refine you into a demon today."

Qingfeng Can’s voice changed from its previous sinister tone; it became hoarse and aged. Tang Ming seemed to see his aged soul behind Qingfeng Can’s youthful body.

"You are not Qingfeng Can."

Tang Ming said, eyes narrowed, as he looked at the wound on his shoulder.

Qingfeng Can laughed loudly, "No, no, no, you’re wrong. I am Qingfeng Can, but also not Qingfeng Can. Regardless of whether I am or not, today you will die by my hand."

"Oh really? You probably don’t know how the woman beside Qingfeng Ziyun died at my hands."

Tang Ming placed his hand into his pocket.

Sure enough, Qingfeng Can’s body paused, and he gazed at Tang Ming with some dread.

The fame of the Divine Fall Thunder, Qingfeng Can still remembered. If he were in his prime, he wouldn’t care about such low-level Divine Fall Thunder.

But now his strength was weak, and if he were to be directly hit by the Divine Fall Thunder, he would end up like Zi Yan, surely leaving no corpse behind.

"Boy, you don’t need to scare me. To have even one of those Divine Fall is rare; do you think you’re Xie Tang’s son?"

Qingfeng Can left behind an afterimage as the demonic aura on his body became increasingly dense, and his entire hand directly slapped onto Tang Ming’s Dantian.

The disparity between Tang Ming’s strength and Qingfeng Can’s was too great; his body was sent flying by the slap. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and Tang Ming heard something shattering inside him, with a chilling aura emanating from his Dantian.

Outside the pavilion, Black Spot’s body suddenly trembled, her pupils dilating instantly: "Damn it, my Pill."

The demonic wind at the fourth stage, a chilling black released from Black Spot’s body, her body expanded in the wind, transforming into a giant Black Spot Serpent.

The giant serpent opened its mouth wide, and tiles flew off the pavilion, revealing Qingfeng Can and Tang Ming to those below.

At this moment, Qingfeng Can was enveloped in black mist, with pitch-black tentacles growing from his body, attaching to the beams of the second-floor pavilion.

One of his arms hung low, while the other gripped a long Bone Chain, with a Bone Claw at the other end.

The Bone Claw was grasping onto the trunk of an ancient tree behind the pavilion, rapidly pulling his body toward the tree.

"Tang Ming, you’ve ruined my Pill; today I’ll make sure there’s no place for you to be buried."

Black Spot’s shrieking voice echoed in the courtyard.

Tang Ming looked at the furious eyes of the giant Black Spot Serpent and swallowed, "Big Sister Black Spot, it was Qingfeng Can who shattered your Pill, it has nothing to do with me."

"It’s Tang Ming, he really is here."

White Grandma gritted her silver teeth; were it not for the imminent threat of the Demon Clan, she would have rushed over to fight Tang Ming desperately.

"Is this guy Tang Ming? He can’t be allowed to die; don’t forget what our purpose is this time."

The old granny’s pupils contracted as she looked toward Qingfeng Ziyun beside her.

Jiutou Zhanlang leaped atop the giant Black Spot Serpent’s head, "Black Spot, don’t forget what our purpose is this time. It’s just a Pill; taking down Qingfeng Can and Qingfeng Ziyun this time, my father can help you refine another Pill."

"Your target is me?"

Qingfeng Can looked at Jiutou Zhanlang in surprise.

Jiutou Zhanlang chuckled sinisterly, "That’s right, blame yourself for being born in the Qingfeng Clan."

The blue arm reached out toward Qingfeng Can in mid-air.

The old granny and White Grandma exchanged a glance, then both approached Qingfeng Ziyun.

They could afford to ignore Qingfeng Can, but Qingfeng Ziyun absolutely could not fall into the hands of these Demon Clan members.

Rumble.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and eighteen blood-red eyes shot eighteen rays of red light from the heavens.

The rays pierced through the clouds, descending into Coastal City.

Above the City Lord Mansion in Coastal City, a bald man holding a treasure sword, looking every bit like a sharp blade himself.

He raised his head to look at the sky, his face full of seriousness: "Jiutou, it’s been years, but your strength hasn’t improved much, has it?"

"Qingfeng Dawn, I won’t argue with you over petty words. To think that after all these years, you’re still helping that iron-blooded old man guard the borders. You injured my head in that battle back then; today, it’s time to pay the blood debt."

From the black clouds, nine enormous snake heads emerged, their eyes like oversized searchlights, with horns on their foreheads, looking extremely ferocious.