Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

"Tap... tap... tap..."

The footsteps got louder and louder, until finally the door of the wooden house was opened.

Song Yang, who had already freed the most powerful shadow demon among the 3,000, raised his eyes slightly at the figure who had just entered.

This figure was a young girl dressed in a bright red outfit, her straight black hair flying in the wind that she herself had caused by opening the door.

She was a little shorter than Song Yang, who was standing in front of her, but her posture exuded an incredible youthful arrogance.

Realizing that Song Yang was watching her with a calm expression, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

She slowly approached Song Yang and, when she reached him, smiled gently, like a flower blooming in spring.

"Your Highness, this girl's name is Sun Yunling, the current saint of the Blue Lotus Sect."

Song Yang was a little surprised to see that it was actually an extremely beautiful girl who had come through the door. He began to look discreetly at her body.

Her curvaceous figure exuded a slightly seductive charm, combined with her red outfit, highlighting her plump buttocks.

But at the same time, he was communicating with the shadow demon in his mind, who he had discovered was the commander of that legion.

"How strong is this girl?" he asked the shadow demon in his mind.

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He was no fool; although he was attracted by the girl's appearance, this was a world of cultivation where a person could be hundreds of years old and an old monster.

"Master, this girl's strength is at the intermediate stage of soul formation," replied the shadow demon in his mind.

Hearing this, Song Yang smiled slightly. It was what he had expected, after all, from the way the girl had just introduced herself, she was the contemporary saint of the Blue Lotus Sect.

"But there is a protector by her side who is at the peak of the royal realm," continued the shadow voice in his mind.

Hearing this, Song Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief and began to look more closely at Sun Yunling's body.

As for the Blue Lotus Sect, he knew a little. It was one of the four most powerful sects in the Zhenfang Dynasty. The Crownless King ruled most of the eastern provinces of the Zhenfang Dynasty.

"They say that the power of each of the four sects is only slightly behind the current royal family. What on earth does their saint want with me?

After all, this body was just a little prince who doesn't even have the cultivation of Awakening Qi.

Just as he was considering more possibilities, Sun Yunling's extremely cold voice sounded.

"Have you seen enough?"

At that moment, Sun Yunling was clenching his fists, controlling himself not to kill that bastard in front of him.

"If it weren't for the fact that you're still useful, you would have been killed just by the first look you gave me," she thought angrily.

She is the contemporary saint of the Blue Lotus Sect. Even in the entire Zhenfang dynasty, it's hard to find a more noble identity than hers. After all, as well as being the current saint, she is also the beloved daughter of the Sect Master.

Now an abandoned prince dares to stare at her so obscenely. If her eyes could kill, Song Yang would have died a thousand times over.

"Just wait until we get to our Sect. Although I can't kill you, I'll make your life worse than hell," she consoled herself.

Hearing Sun Yunling's cold voice, Song Yang wasn't intimidated and slowly approached her face. Sun Yunling could feel Song Yang's masculine breath on her face.

When she saw this, she couldn't stand it any longer and instantly wanted to kill him. How dare he get so close to her?

But the next moment, her expression froze and even showed fear on her face.

Because the moment Song Yang approached, she was ready to attack him with force, but a powerful breath stopped her. At that moment, she couldn't even move; her eyes were filled with fear.

Her thoughts flew at incredible speed.

'That breath... not even my father possesses such a powerful force.

'How is that possible? My father is a powerful 7-Star Saint.

'No, that breath... I'm afraid it's reached the level of the Ancestor.

'Half-step Saint King... how can that bastard in front of me have someone so strong by his side?'

These thoughts were only there for a moment. Song Yang finally approached Sun Yunling's beautiful face, placed his hand on her chin, and lifted it slightly.

Looking at Sun Yunling's face, full of murderous intent but unable to move, he couldn't help but smile. "That girl is so cute when she wants to kill me," he thought.

Then he finally said softly: "I haven't seen enough yet, but I think she's good enough to be my personal servant."

Sun Yunling hadn't expected the first thing Song Yang said to be that. His face showed an expression of anger and she didn't know what to say.

"You..."

At that moment, the protector in the shadows realized that something was wrong and was immediately about to act.

But a terrifyingly fast shadow appeared from the void in front of him and hit him hard in the chest.

Puff

With no time to react, he was killed instantly.

Looking at the corpse in front of him, the shadow demon showed no emotion whatsoever, as if what he was killing was just a simple ant.

After all, there is a saying: under the saint, there are only ants!

Sun Yunling, who was looking at Song Yang with a murderous gaze, heard the noise and turned back.

Seeing the corpse on the ground, she couldn't help but shout and run towards him: "Protector Ling!"

Seeing that he was completely dead, she couldn't help but look at Song Yang and ask:

"What do you want?"

After all, after witnessing the power of a Half-step Saint King, she had become more restrained. If she offends such a powerful person, not even her father will protect her.

Before, she might have had some bargaining power, but now, with Protector Ling's death, she realizes that there is no way to reconcile and she is completely helpless in relation to Song Yang.

"Damn it, how can a worthless bastard prince have such a powerful subordinate?" - she thought fiercely.