Without further ado, he transformed his demonic energy into a hand, which struck her like a sharp blade.

Song Tingwan stared intently, her gaze devoid of emotion, and the instant he attacked, she threw out the magical artifact, the Indestructible Bell.

Jin Zhong, carrying demonic energy, grew larger and enveloped her and Xiao Yu'er inside.

The Demon King chuckled dismissively, as if he had seen something amusing.

The demonic aura grew stronger.

Zhuang Niang's appearance vanished, and a white-skinned, blood-eyed, humanoid skeleton with a vacant gaze emerged from the black and red demonic aura.

The skin was like paper draped over the body, with no flesh or blood connecting them, making it both eerie and terrifying.

"Give me the little thing."

The sound was intermittent, and the black mist slowly enveloped Wan Bupo Bell, dangerous and poised to strike.

Song Tingwan calmly met the Demon King's gaze, unafraid. The demonic wind blew the objects in the room wildly, but she remained perfectly still, not even a strand of hair was disturbed.

If it's not considered bleeding from the corner of the lip.

The pressure was so great that even a Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't withstand it, but fortunately, the magical artifact blocked most of it.

However, for someone at the Foundation Establishment stage, the Demon King's merciless attack had already squeezed their internal organs to the point of near rupture.

But she calmly put the healing pill into her mouth and smiled gently at him.

A quick glance with his divine sense revealed that the Demon King's strength had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and he was still in the early Mahayana stage, not yet fully consolidated.

The Unbreakable Bell can only withstand three blows from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

During the Mahayana stage, it would shatter with a single blow.

But that's enough.

The Demon King found her smile particularly irritating.

The demonic energy was fierce, and with a crack, it crushed the golden bell into pieces.

Song Tingwan's eyes narrowed slightly as she faced the terrifying killing move coming at her.

My heart is pounding.

The earrings, necklaces, and hairpins seemed to be subtly warming.

In that moment of crisis, Song Tingwan's breath caught in her throat.

"roll."

The sword strike came piercing through the air, and Elder Sparrow Shadow, one of the guards remaining in the city, descended from the sky to block her way.

"How dare you harm my sect's disciples!"

Her fairy dress fluttered, yet she was consumed by rage and her sword intent burned fiercely.

The jewelry and magical artifacts that were burning hot on his body and were about to protect him suddenly cooled down, and the crisis was over.

Song Tingwan's heart started beating again. She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, leaned against the wall and swayed, barely managing to hold Xiaoyuer as she hid in the innermost part of the house.

Elder Queying had already engaged the Demon King in battle, firmly protecting his back while unleashing swift, accurate, and ruthless sword strikes, each aimed directly at vital points.

A moment later, ten moves had passed between the two sides, and the other elders in the city quickly arrived.

Song Tingwan casually wiped the blood from her lips, weakly sat cross-legged, concentrated her energy, and allowed the pills she had taken earlier to quickly repair her internal organs.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the powerful figures outside the city returned. Upon seeing Song Tingwan meditating not far away, Shen Zhuochuan silently transformed into a dragon with a sullen face. The white dragon frowned and lashed out at the demon king with its tail.

The demon king's howl instantly resounded through the sky. The other powerful figures who were about to attack silently put away their weapons, glaring at each other, wondering why this person had suddenly become so angry.

The "Full City of Flowers intoxication" was halfway through its formation when Immortal Lord Zewu silently withdrew his spiritual energy, only then noticing Song Tingwan beside him.

His eyes darkened. It was too risky to be seen now; he would investigate later.

Once Song Tingwan felt better, the kind-hearted physician protected and helped her away from the battlefield.

As she walked, she looked up at the sky. The white dragon was majestic and awe-inspiring, which helped her vent her anger.

Little Fish was taken away by the elders for protection. Song Tingwan leaned against the stool, her eyes drooping with exhaustion.

It seems that Beihe is her nemesis.

In just ten days, he had been seriously injured twice.

Once this is over, she will definitely run away as fast as she can.

"Song Tingwan—"

Someone, with a trembling voice, half-squatted down in front of her.

I want to touch it, but I don't dare to.

Song Tingwan wearily raised her eyes and met her sister's slightly moist gaze.

She paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's alright, I won't die."

She has many treasures.