Li Qiye paid no mind to the demon king’s wrath. He glanced down at Zhan Hu and smiled: “I hate sore losers the most so I will make an example out of you today.”

“You dare?!” Zhan Hu bellowed with fear.

“Crack!” Li Qiye’s foot crushed his cheekbones.

“Ahh!” His miserable cries echoed across the sect; his blood stained the ground. His face was disfigured from the blow.

Another thunderous scowl came from Furious Tiger Peak. The demon king naturally didn’t like this development but still chose against taking action.

Zhan Hu fainted right away from the pain. A cultivator at the conqueror realm could withstand...