However, he soon lost his arrogance.

The spiritual energy emanating from the Wuxiang Brush sizzled upon contact with him, corroding his own spiritual energy. It was a battle of overwhelming odds, a clash of pure skill between two individuals, yet they were evenly matched in their exchange.

The demonic cultivators who were blocking the way were shocked. "What kind of martial arts technique does this martial artist use? It looks even more poisonous than ours!"

"Are we demonic cultivators poisonous? We demonic cultivators are legitimate demonic cultivators who have cultivated orthodox techniques for hundreds of years."

The demonic cultivator beside him was displeased. "Those martial cultivators are the real scourge! They feed on demonic cultivators and even kidnapped our demon prince. Elder Demon is now ridding the people of a scourge!"

Look at what they said, instantly defining martial arts practitioners as villains.

Listening to the conversation between the two men who had bound him, Li Tuo felt that martial arts practitioners were not so shameless.

Above, Jia Xitong, engrossed in his magical battle, had no time to spare for anything else. Although Jia Xitong possessed the Brush of No Form, his opponent, an ancient demon with thousands of years of history, still possessed far greater combat experience and strength than him.

"Xitong, let me lend you a hand!"

Niu Niu couldn't stand anyone bullying her, so she roared and charged towards the Demon Elder. The Kui Niu bloodline manifested in her body, transforming her into the true form of a Kui Niu, and she charged towards the Demon Elder with fury.

Then... he was almost killed by the Demon Elder's palm strike.

Jia Xitong reached out and pulled him back, then threw him down.

At the same time, Bai Yu Zhenjun flew up from behind the Demon Elder, and was also suppressed. "Demon Prince, you don't even know your own cultivation level, so how can you be my opponent?"

As he spoke, he looked at Jia Xitong in front of him and said, "It's all because of you martial artists that Lord Demon Prince is in this state. I'll kill you right now!"

After saying that, a silver magic cone flew out from his sleeve.

The magic cone hurtled through the air, moving so fast that no one had time to dodge. The next moment, it pierced Jia Xitong's left shoulder, and blood instantly stained her entire dress red.

Jia Xitong quickly retreated, raised the Wuxiang Brush, and the Purifying and Demon-Slaying Talisman quickly took shape under her brush.

"What is that?"

Many people were watching from below, which inexplicably instilled a sense of fear in them.

Not only them, but even the Demon Elder's expression turned grave. He had felt this strange feeling before, when he discovered the Prisoner's Shore Pool. It was the nemesis of all demonic cultivators. He glanced down at the dried-up pool; she must have discovered something in it!

Not allowed!

This is absolutely not allowed!

The Demon Elder's initial murderous intent towards Jia Xitong intensified! He had to kill her! If she were kept alive, she would be a menace to the demonic cultivators.

A thought flashed through his mind, and killing intent arose instantly. He activated the magic cone once more, sending it flying towards Jia Xitong.

Both were struck simultaneously. The Demon Elder felt a disturbance in his internal energy, as if his power had been dissipated, causing his demonic energy to spread in all directions. Jia Xitong fared even worse; a hole had been torn in her chest, and blood was flowing incessantly.

it hurts!

I've never experienced such pain before!

Jia Xitong's vision blurred, and even breathing became difficult. She clutched the wooden statue and the black box in her hands, still plotting how to escape.

The black box is the most suitable magical artifact for escape; even a dragon slayer cannot harm it in the slightest. However, its use requires profound skill to activate.

Her spiritual power was insufficient; the only one present with that ability was... the Demon Lord himself!

"Heh, with your level of cultivation, hitting someone is like tickling an itch."

"What old demon? I think you're just an older demon."

"Scared? If you can't handle it, then get off and find someone else to fight with."

Despite her injuries, Jia Xitong began to provoke him, bouncing back and forth on the verge of death.

Those around gasped at these words. He had already been beaten so badly, yet he still dared to provoke the Demon Elder. It was like lighting a lamp in the toilet—he was asking for death!

He was indeed enraged.

Jia Xitong gripped the black box tightly and threw it at the overwhelming demonic energy coming from the opposite side.

Perhaps his anger wasn't enough, and his magic was still a bit weak; the black box wasn't opened as he wished, and she was instead thrown far away by the aftershocks.

The Demon Elder's movements were unpredictable and ever-changing; in the blink of an eye, he had already attacked her.

Just as she was in this life-or-death crisis, two figures appeared in front of her.

One was Bai Yu Zhenjun, and the other was Shang Yanting, who had traveled a long way to come.

Jia Xitong looked at Shang Yanting, who was blocking her way, and everything went black. She couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly knelt on the ground, "Old Demon, please stop messing with Senior."

The three of them clashed.

Bai Yu Zhenjun has obtained the power of Nirvana but does not know how to use it. He is now like a teapot that cannot pour out glutinous rice balls, wanting to help but powerless to do so.

They were the first to be driven off the battlefield.

A peak Demon Emperor and a beginner Martial Emperor, an old demon who has lived for thousands of years and a descendant of the Dragon Clan, the two top experts clashed in the Flying Cloud Layer, and the surrounding demon cultivators dared not approach.

Shang Yanting, wielding the twin swords of Slaughter and Punishment, was on par with the Demon Elder in strength.

"Young man, aren't you worried about the lives of the dozens of martial artists in your martial arts academies?"

He was referring to the dozens of demonic cultivators who had come with Shang Yanting. They had no plan and were all captured shortly after arriving in the demonic cultivator territory.

But... can this really threaten Shang Yanting?

"Just kill those useless people."

He said coldly.

He originally had no plans to confront this person, but now that the Demon Elder almost killed Jia Xitong, the hatred between them has truly intensified.

Shang Yanting's men showed no mercy, attacking the Demon Elder. At the most critical moment, someone suddenly retorted, "How do you know there are only a few martial cultivators? Aren't you worried about the demon cultivators in your capital city?"

Shang Yanting could disregard the few cultivators who came with him, but the Demon Elder could not.

Taking advantage of his distraction, the longsword pierced his left shoulder.

Two swift sword strikes landed almost exactly where Jia Xitong was injured.

"Demon Lord!"

Myodo, who was accompanying them, was so frightened by this that a black cloth flew out.

The cloth instantly expanded, blocking out both sides like a blanket of sunlight. After a moment of chaos, the demonic cultivator who had suddenly appeared vanished without a trace.

"Dean!"

Niu Chuanchuan was undoubtedly the happiest to see Yan Qing arrive.

Shang Yanting ignored them, grabbed Li Tuo whom he had just snatched back, and rushed to Jia Xitong's side, shouting, "Quickly, save him!"

Li Tuo hurriedly took out his best medicine from his bag, and with trembling fingers, fed one to Jia Xitong. Jia Xitong only felt dizzy and vaguely felt herself being carried away.

Three days later

Jia Xitong opened her eyes groggily, and the sharp pain in her shoulder and chest made her gasp.

"woke up?"

Shang Yanting sat down next to her and brought her a bowl of soup that had just cooled down when she woke up. "It's good that you're awake, so I don't have to pry your mouth open to feed you."

Shouldn't we feed them mouth-to-mouth?

Jia Xitong suddenly remembered this as he spoke, but then felt something was off. "How is Senior Bai Yu?"

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