After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 432 Suppression
Meanwhile, both the experts from the Yellow Springs Department outside the inn and the experts from other forces who came to observe from the vicinity also sensed the powerful demonic aura rising from the inn.

Everyone's expressions changed, clearly not expecting such a powerful demon to be hidden in this small inn.

However, at this moment, the Rakshasa Saint King's incredibly powerful punch has already landed, and it will surely blast the entire inn to ashes.

In everyone's eyes, although the demonic aura that suddenly appeared was not weak, it was simply impossible to withstand the power of the Rakshasa Saint King's punch.

However, in the next moment, to everyone's surprise, the Rakshasa Saint King, who had seemed to be about to shatter the void with his punch, suddenly stopped and then retreated at an unimaginable speed.

"What...what's going on? Why has the Holy Emperor retreated?"

Upon seeing this scene, everyone was momentarily stunned. Among the Yellow Springs experts not far from the inn, one asked in great confusion.

However, none of the experts around, including the protectors of the Underworld, could answer this question.

Then, all the experts from the Yellow Springs Department turned their heads and looked at the Blood Spring Saint Lord who was standing in the air to the side.

At this moment, the white-haired Blood Spring Saint Lord did not speak, but squinted and stared at the sky above the inn.

Upon seeing this, the group of experts from the Yellow Springs Department immediately followed the other party's gaze. To their utter astonishment, a seemingly bottomless void abyss had appeared above the inn at some unknown time.

Then, almost instantly, the dark, malevolent aura that blotted out the sky was completely swallowed up by the void abyss that appeared.

The dark sky, which had been shrouded in malevolent energy, instantly regained its clarity, and the martial pressure and ferocious deathly aura released by the Rakshasa Saint King dissipated completely.

What was even more unbelievable to the surrounding martial arts experts, including those from the Yellow Springs Department, was that the Rakshasa Saint King, who had suddenly withdrawn his fist and fled nearly a hundred feet away, was now flying back at an even faster speed than when he left.

At the same time, the Rakshasa Saint King, who had just been looking violent and about to eliminate the blind man and the hidden expert in the inn, now looked horrified.

At this moment, the Rakshasa Saint King was completely out of control. He felt himself being imprisoned by an irresistible and terrifying demonic power, and even his best efforts to mobilize the true energy of heaven and earth to escape were in vain.

This was something he, as the holy ruler who governed the Yellow Springs region, had never encountered before.

More importantly, the shock and doubt in the heart of the Rakshasa Saint King at this moment were no less than those of the experts from the Yellow Springs Division who were watching the battle.

The only thing he could recall at that moment was that just as he was about to smash the inn down, a sudden, inexplicable sense of impending death, a feeling he hadn't experienced in years, surged into his heart.

With Rakshasa Saint King's current martial arts cultivation, there are few people in the entire Western Desert who can make him wary. However, the signs of facing death were extremely strong, leaving him no time to think and causing him to retreat without hesitation.

However, just as he retreated from above the inn, intending to travel some distance to investigate the situation, the demonic devouring power from the void abyss silently imprisoned him. Even though his martial arts cultivation was exceptional and he was willing to investigate, he was too late to do so.

Seeing himself, the Holy Lord of the Yellow Springs Tribe, one of the six major powers of the Western Desert, now like a lamb to the slaughter, about to be sucked into the void abyss above the warehouse, the Rakshasa Holy Lord had long lost his dignity as a Holy Lord and could only cry out in panic for help from the Blood Spring Holy Lord not far away:
"Brother Blood Spring, save me!"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired Blood Spring Saint King stared at the void abyss above the inn, and a hazy blood mist suddenly rose between heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, the space within a hundred feet of it seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-red gauze.

The experts from the Yellow Springs Department immediately changed their expressions. They could all sense that the world shrouded in blood had turned into a quagmire, making every movement incredibly difficult and almost impossible to move. "Ghost Prison, why aren't you making a move?"

Blood Spring Saint Lord suddenly spoke, glancing at the void not far away, and at the same time raised his hand to grab forward.

A massive blood shadow, resembling the claw of a beast god, solidified instantly before the Rakshasa Saint King, then grasped him in its hand, attempting to pull him back from the void abyss.

Meanwhile, upon hearing the words of the Blood Spring Saint, a ghostly, eerie figure, seemingly oblivious to everything, instantly slipped through the wall and entered the inn.

After the shadowy figure slipped into the inn, it went straight into Li Musheng's room and found the real culprit who had attacked without any hindrance.

"Where did this demon come from? He's got some nerve, daring to run wild in my Yellow Springs territory?"

The Ghost Prison Saint, appearing as a shadowy figure, looked at Li Musheng, who was surrounded by demonic energy in front of the table. He opened his mouth and spat out hundreds and thousands of ghostly phantoms that instantly engulfed and enveloped Li Musheng, who was covered in demonic energy.

Li Musheng glanced at the other party through the many hideous ghost face phantoms, then flicked his finger, and the blazing demonic light suddenly intensified, and all the ghost face phantoms evaporated in an instant.

"You've come all this way, I think you're the one who's really brave."

Li Musheng raised an eyebrow slightly, and then another beam of demonic light shot out, heading straight for the head of the Ghost Prison Saint King.

However, in the face of Li Musheng's attack, Ghost Prison Saint King suddenly let out a strange, cackling laugh, allowing the demonic light that Li Musheng unleashed to pierce through his head.

"Your strength is indeed considerable, but unfortunately, you cannot kill this Holy Monarch!"

The head of the Ghost Prison Saint, which had transformed into a dark, ghostly figure, was pierced by demonic light, but nothing happened to him. He continued to stare at Li Musheng and make a mocking sound.

Seeing this, Li Musheng looked the Ghost Prison Saint Lord up and down for a while, and seemed to finally have a little interest.

He then extended another finger and pointed it at the Ghost Prison Saint Lord's brow from a distance.

Li Musheng's finger gesture revealed no demonic aura or light; it seemed to be just an ordinary extension of a finger.

However, the Ghost Prison Saint King, who had originally mocked Li Musheng, was suddenly shaken to his core at this moment, and the dark ghostly figure he had transformed into could not help but sway violently.

At this moment, Ghost Prison Saint King could clearly sense the approach of death. The seemingly young demon in front of him had only used one finger, yet he had no doubt that the other party could directly kill him here!

"retreat!"

Ghost Prison Saint Lord shouted loudly, his voice echoing throughout the inn. He was speaking to Blood Spring Saint Lord outside, intending to remind him to retreat quickly.

At the same time, Ghost Prison Saint Lord did not hesitate at all. His transformed dark ghostly shadow suddenly dissipated and then transformed into countless ghostly phantoms, rapidly escaping from the room where Li Musheng was.

(End of this chapter)