The Rakshasa King roared at Little Rakshasa and used his internal energy to lift a black iron chain, tying Little Rakshasa up and hanging it upside down on a branch.
Little Rakshasa's head swayed downwards. Finally, it could no longer cause trouble. If Little Rakshasa could not come out and cause trouble, the Rakshasa King would be able to deal with the Nether Mountain freely.
Before becoming the Rakshasa King, Sang Qiuhan was not a good person. After so many years of abnormal cultivation, he had long refined himself into a monster that was neither human nor ghost. How could he have any mercy in his heart?
Everyone felt the killing intent in his eyes. The experts of the Sikong family and the disciples of the Chaoyang Hall more or less knew about the grudge between Sang Qiuhan and Old Ancestor Sikong. However, they did not know that the Rakshasa King was Sang Qiuhan back then. Yu Wan and the others knew about it, so they were even more desperate.
