Master of Strange Dao

"Do you think by not speaking, not forming a head, and having no face, I can't detect anything?

Even if you don't have a physical form, no Divine Soul, you've seized a body. You're a living being with desires.

Some things you can't hide no matter how you try.

Do you think we will never find Old Emperor Zhen's head?

Is that why you're not afraid?

We truly don't know where Old Emperor Zhen's head is sealed, but the group you've been working for has recently shown itself.

I guess your master took Old Emperor Zhen's head back then, right?

I know who to find. There must be clues that can lead to Old Emperor Zhen's head.

When that time comes, Freedom Heaven, you will completely perish, utterly and entirely."

As Yu Ziqing spoke, flesh and blood sprouted rapidly, forming Freedom Heaven's head on the severed arm.

He glared at Yu Ziqing with a face full of anger and murderous intent.

"You'll never trick me the sixth time!"

"Oh, right, right," Yu Ziqing shrugged dismissively, "I know, you don't need to show up and tell me these things, it's meaningless."

Of course, Yu Ziqing knew, because the first time he encountered Old Emperor Zhen's right leg, he hadn't deceived Freedom Heaven...

The first time he tricked Freedom Heaven was when he found Old Emperor Zhen's torso.

Using the same trick, Yu Ziqing could only deceive five times, no more.

There was no sixth time.

The more dismissive Yu Ziqing was, the more Freedom Heaven thought Yu Ziqing was planning to trick him the sixth time.

"You'll never dream of it! Dream on!" Freedom Heaven growled with a dark face.

"Mm, you're right," Yu Ziqing continued dismissively.

Seeing Freedom Heaven show himself, he pointed to Feng Buju and King Xiang nearby.

"There are many things you may not know, let me introduce them.

The Feng Family Master, you know him, because of the group's exposure behind you, now the Feng and Yin Two Families are out to get him.

You're also a dog raised by that group, so naturally, King Xiang will not get along with your master.

Regarding Old Emperor Zhen, the current Emperor Zhen will also do his utmost.

And I, representing Jinlan Mountain, where there are millions of hungry ghosts, each feeding on Devil Thoughts.

I don't believe your master has done nothing to Dali all these years, I also know Dali's Crown Prince.

Oh, you might not know, Dali's current Crown Prince is a woman who is already a Ninth Tier cultivator, it's only a matter of time before she ascends.

Quite inconveniently, all I need to do is uncover your deeds against Dali, and they will turn against you.

More unfortunately, something you did previously has provoked Daqian's biggest mad dog, and he's already biting.

I'm telling you honestly, above or below, there's no place where you belong.

Fleeing to the Abyss is your only fate, and it's even better if you go there, my elder brother is just looking for some entertainment.

I tell you, all I have to do is claim to destroy you, slightly pressuring your master.

Tell me, will he discard you, the devil, to calm the public, or stand firm for you?

Where does your confidence come from?

Hmm?"

Yu Ziqing stood there, one hand behind his back, straight-backed, gazing coldly down at Freedom Heaven, his eyes firm, full of confidence, his tone unwavering, every word and action as if he held all power in his hands.

Freedom Heaven finally began to evade. He felt a terrifying pressure from this mere Fifth Tier cultivator Yu Ziqing.

A pressure that could kill him without lifting a finger.

He didn't know what had happened in these two thousand years.

But clearly, he realized that many things Yu Ziqing mentioned were possibly unknown to him.

Yet from between the lines, he understood Yu Ziqing wasn't bluffing.

Yu Ziqing extended a hand, touching the Demonic Qi, his body naturally turned Devilic, yet his expression remained unchanged.

"When I say I'm the one in this world least willing to see you die, it's no empty talk.

If you die completely, where would I find another Heavenly Demon to feed on?"

Sensing the Demonic Qi on Yu Ziqing, Freedom Heaven truly believed Yu Ziqing's words.

To be Devilic to this extent, yet have no trace of Devil Thought, no change at all, was impossible over two thousand years ago.

Similarly, over two thousand years ago, there was no such bizarre thing as a hungry ghost that could actually eat a Heavenly Demon.

The facts were laid bare, more convincing than anything.

Freedom Heaven kept silent, his Yin God still eating mindlessly, slowly savoring and digesting, enjoying this feast too much.

Yu Ziqing stopped talking, and Freedom Heaven fell into silent reflection, his thoughts constantly changing.

Of course, he didn't want to die. Yu Ziqing repeatedly calling him a master, repeatedly calling him a dog, didn't faze him, but he understood the truth wasn't far off.

Except for himself, not even other devils would care about his life or death.

When pushed to desperation, anyone who could throw him out to resolve the crisis would certainly do so.

That was indeed the truth.

Even if he knew Yu Ziqing was just trying to coerce information, the remarks had reached that point.

Even if he knew Yu Ziqing's words about not wanting him dead were nonsense.