Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 01: The Demon Lord Has Fled ⚡

In the grand hall, a stunning woman sat, dressed in a red robe with black hair cascading like ink. Her loose strands draped over her shoulders, and even with her eyes gently closed, the air around her was filled with an overwhelming pressure.

Others knelt on the floor, heads bowed, faces pale, barely daring to breathe. Despite the woman's breathtaking beauty, no one dared to raise their eyes to look at her.

Suddenly, a loud shout echoed from afar.

"Something terrible has happened, my Lord!"

The shout drew a collective gasp from everyone. A man in a black robe hurriedly knelt, his face ashen. Though uninjured, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Hearing the commotion, the woman finally opened her eyes. The moment she did, a powerful force was unleashed, pressing down on everyone present, making even breathing difficult.

She was extraordinarily beautiful and immensely powerful.

Gu Qingcheng, her age unknown, was the supreme leader of the demon cultivators, known as the Demonic Lord, undoubtedly the strongest in the world. Apart from her unrivaled martial prowess, she ranked second on the list of peerless beauties.

A favorite of the heavens, she could overshadow the world with a single hand. Yet, all the riches and honors seemed like fleeting clouds to Gu Qingcheng. Now, however, a trace of dread appeared in her eyes, as if she feared something.

"What happened?" she uttered three words, causing everyone to lower their heads even further, almost prostrating themselves.

"My... my lord, the senior disciple, he...," the man stammered, too terrified to reveal the truth.

"Speak freely," Gu Qingcheng's voice was calm, her elegant demeanor apparent even as she adjusted her robe, though none dared to admire her beauty.

"The senior disciple... he went to forcefully propose to Fairy Fengya, only to be killed by her with a single palm strike," the man said, his voice trembling as he spoke of the fate of Gu Qingcheng's first disciple.

The pressure intensified, but then Gu Qingcheng's laughter broke the silence.

"Pfft..."

She struggled to suppress it, resulting in her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

No one dared to make a sound, cold sweat soaking their backs as the oppressive atmosphere seeped into their hearts.

"That vixen even seduced my first disciple! But it doesn't matter; he was meant to be cannon fodder anyway," Gu Qingcheng remarked casually, as if she had long been accustomed to such events.

The crowd felt puzzled, experiencing a mix of emotions.

The Fairy Fengya, whom Gu Qingcheng mocked, was not a demonic enchantress but one of the twelve revered lords of the prestigious Cangyu Sect.

A beauty of unparalleled grace, admired by many, she topped the list of peerless beauties.

"Lord, this vixen..." The left protector, eager for promotion, tried to caution Gu Qingcheng, but before he could finish, he felt a chill in his legs. Looking down, he found his legs detached from his body. He fell to the ground in confusion, unable to comprehend Gu Qingcheng's actions.