These demons are already so pitiful, and they are not even demon soldiers. If we kill them on the spot, wouldn't that be too pitiful?

Emotionally, Wu Er didn't want these demons to die.

But if I stop these two young disciples, wouldn't that be an open betrayal? If that gets out, even if I escape back to Zhongzhou, I'll probably be in trouble.

Rationally, Wu Er wanted to sit idly by.

I'm torn.

I'm really torn!

Wu Er is a kind person... but he doesn't want to offend the Hunyuan Sect.

The inner turmoil was unparalleled.

Those two disciples wouldn't wait for Wu Er to finish his internal struggle before they said those words and took out their magic weapons.

Now that the demons were squatting on the ground without resisting, the two young disciples, who had not seen much of the world, got carried away and, thinking of the stories they had heard from their elders, unleashed their magic weapons.

Their magical weapons were quite ordinary, just two standard flying swords.

Although the two disciples were weak in cultivation, the demon did not resist at all, so if the magic weapon hit, there would definitely be death or injury.

And at that very moment.

"Oh well, forget it."

Wu Er looked worried, then waved his hand, stopping the two flying swords in mid-air.

"They're just a bunch of old and weak monsters, what's the point of killing them?"

Sure enough, Wu Er is a soft-hearted person.

"Well, you've betrayed us! We'll report this to our sect!"

Seeing Wu Er's reaction, the two junior disciples abandoned their magic swords and quickly retreated, seemingly intending to escape back to the cultivator city.

Wu Er did not stop them.

Even if Wu Er didn't kill them, and even if they were intercepted, if they didn't return for too long, the major sects might suspect that Wu Er had killed them.

So it's better to let them go back...