The three Heart Demon's Soul Splits saw Lu Qingshan's fierce momentum, and their eyes turned cold.
"Suppress!" The Netherworld Clan Demonic Cultivator took the lead, raising his hand, with his palm facing the sky, a blazing light burst forth directly.
In his palm, a giant blade appeared, polished from dragon bone, a pale white with a faint golden hue, emitting an indescribable aura.
In an instant, his aura exploded, causing the surrounding air to make booming explosion sounds, forming an invisible field.
"Insulting my Heart Demon Clan, killing my clansmen, today you will surely be slain here!" The Netherworld Clan's Soul Split said softly, but the low words sounded like thunder in Lu Qingshan's ears.
Lu Qingshan continued forward, his gaze calm, without much fluctuation.
He was now only twenty-four years old, with black hair draped over his shoulders, with a handsome appearance, standing there as if he were a young gentleman.
