Reunion
"They've come at the perfect time," Jiufang Mingyuan said, his heart aching with anger, but he raised the corner of his mouth as he came up with a brilliant idea. "They've arrived at the perfect time."
He quickly glanced at everyone and sat back in his seat, not looking like he was about to go out into the battle. His voice was very leisurely, "Ever since the Immortals emerged from the Netherworld, the Demons have been diligently searching for them, but they have been unable to find them. Now is a good opportunity."
"What better way to prove your innocence than to kill the immortals with your own hands, right?"
The high priest immediately understood what he meant and nodded in agreement. "Young Master, you are absolutely right. Since today's incident was caused by a spy, instead of worrying about whether Yi Wu was a spy or not, it would be better to let her prove her innocence."
Jiufang Mingyuan hummed softly, pointed his finger, and added, "Not just her, but all the demons must meet the enemy head-on. Anyone who hesitates or retreats will be treated as a spy and executed on the spot."
After saying that, he stared at Yi Wu with a sense of evil, eagerly looking forward to seeing her tear off her hypocritical mask.
Sadly, Yi Wu's face remained calm throughout the entire process, and she continued to look him in the eye, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, her emotions remaining completely neutral.
This was indeed a good way to prove one's identity, but not all demons were good at fighting. For those with low cultivation or those who were not good at fighting, going to the battlefield was tantamount to giving up their lives.
Some ministers expressed dissatisfaction and raised objections, but were suppressed by Wu Kui's harsh voice, "Useless! Are you going to hide behind the Young Master for the rest of your lives and let the Young Master charge into battle and protect you for the rest of your lives?"
After cursing, Wu Kui raised his axe, walked out of the palace gate with a fierce look, and went to meet the enemy.
Then, Yi Wu glared at Zhong Fu coldly and turned away.
Before leaving the palace, she grabbed two magic doctors from among the ministers and brought them to Qingpu. "Heal her, or I'll kill you when I come back."
As luck would have it, the demon doctors that Yiwu brought out were the two who had rejected Qingpu last time.
Doctor Weng and Doctor Wei looked at each other, both extremely reluctant to be threatened by her.
Yi Wu didn't give them any chance to refuse and flew away after she finished speaking.
"Young Master, this..." They asked Jiufang Mingyuan's opinion in embarrassment, assuming that he would reject Yiwu's order.
Unexpectedly, Jiufang Mingyuan tapped the armrest with his fingertips, a little lost in thought, "Listen to her."
Most of the demons followed Wu Kui and left, only a few stayed here, and the hall suddenly became deserted.
The high priest raised his staff and urged the remaining demons: "What are you standing there for? Why don't you go and meet the enemy? Are you waiting to be executed by the young master?"
The guards immediately drew their spears and executed on the spot any cowards who dared to shrink back or who were afraid of death, forcing all the demons to quickly leave the hall and fight against the immortals.
After the high priest left, the temple was finally empty and the noise faded away.
Jiufang Mingyuan felt a sudden, stabbing pain in his limbs. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to endure the pain and regulate his breathing to suppress the poison. After barely regaining his composure, he disappeared from the high seat and reappeared leaning against the palace gate at the summit of the cloud.
Jiufang Mingyuan sat leisurely on the high gate as the immortal army outside arrived at the top of the cloud. Immortal aura floated in the air, and white light was dazzling.
A quick glance revealed that there were quite a few cultivators from the human world mixed in, wearing immortal uniforms and mixing among the immortal soldiers. It seemed that the immortals were well prepared this time.
"Come on, men! Beat them until they kneel down and beg for mercy!" Wu Kui arrived before the voice came out. He led a large number of soldiers out of the palace gate and attacked the immortals without saying a word.
The immortals were not to be outdone and immediately fought back. The next moment, the sound of weapons clashing and shouting filled the air.
As the leader, Wu Kui led the charge, swinging his axe to chop up all the immortal soldiers in front of him, causing Ling Hua to come and deal with them personally.
Soon, the battlefield fell into chaos.
The soldiers on both sides were caught in an endless cycle of I kill you, he kills me, he kills him.
Blood dyed the clouds red, the smell of blood filled the air, and corpses, black and white, fell one after another.
Jiufang Mingyuan watched quietly, making no move. Occasionally, a few foolish enough to dare to attack him were simply kicked away by him.
Suddenly, on the black and white battlefield, a red figure broke through the soldiers of the two tribes and rushed into the center of the chaos.
The dagger was thrown away and turned into a long sword, slashing towards the head of the God of War with great force.
Ling Hua hurriedly raised his halberd, barely blocking the long sword, and met the visitor's gaze.
What a pair of crimson eyes, vibrant in color, yet cold and ruthless in their gaze. That face, beautiful yet faintly familiar, I couldn't place who it resembled.
Wu Kui retracted his axe and laughed heartily, "I told you you couldn't be a spy, those idiots."
After saying this, he stopped entangled with Ling Hua and turned to deal with other immortal soldiers.
Yi Wu is stronger than him and is more than capable of dealing with Ling Hua, so he turns around to deal with other immortal soldiers.
Ignoring Ling Hua's reaction, Yi Wu drew back her sword and launched another fierce attack on him.
She had absolutely no moves at all, and her weapon switched between dagger and sword at will, catching Ling Hua off guard.
The two flew back and forth in the air, fighting fiercely and evenly.
The battle was so intense that the guards, not caring if there were any demons still on the battlefield, rushed out to resist the immortal soldiers. The timid ministers took the opportunity to hide to the side, craning their necks to look out.
Zhong Fu stood behind the palace gate, holding up his arm, his gloomy gaze moving back and forth between Yi Wu and Jiufang Mingyuan, wishing that both of them would be killed by the immortals.
Jiufang Mingyuan swung his legs leisurely above the palace gate, his eyes fixed on the red most of the time.
He carefully observed Yi Wu's every move, trying to catch her unintentionally revealing any pain or mercy.
Unfortunately, his bad taste is destined to never be satisfied.
From beginning to end, Yi Wu did not dare to relax at all. She did not want to harm the lives of the immortals, so she could only find a way to defeat the strongest person on the other side.
Once they lose their leader, the immortals will retreat.
There was no doubt that Yi Wu and Ling Hua were both very strong, and they showed no mercy to each other. They exchanged blows, leaving both of them with numerous wounds.
There was still some poison in her body that had not been eliminated, so Yi Wu did not dare to use her full strength, otherwise Ling Hua would have been defeated within fifty moves.
Even so, after half a minute, Ling Hua was gradually losing.
Yi Wu seized the opportunity, raised her leg and kicked the man several meters away. When she was about to fly forward to deliver another sword strike, someone suddenly appeared and stopped her.
The person who came was not wearing armor, and his figure was thin under the light blue gauze. He did not look like a regular immortal soldier, but more like an ordinary immortal.
He used all his strength to barely resist Yi Wu's figure.
"Guiyun?" He stared at Yiwu's face, which vaguely resembled the one in his memory yet was also very different. He asked tentatively, "Are you Guiyun?"
When asked this question again, Yi Wu's mind went blank for a moment, and her tone was a little stiff. "No, you got the wrong person."
She never expected that she and Liu Yu would meet again in such a scene.
All the past events came to mind, and the voices and faces that had long been blurred in my memory became clear before my eyes.
He is more mature than before, but still as gentle and handsome as before, with beautiful features and he likes to wear light blue clothes.
Yi Wu unconsciously released the force applied to the sword and almost fled under Liu Yu's clear and inquiring gaze. She finally managed to steady her body.
Soldiers from both tribes were still fighting fiercely around them, and screams and cries of pain could be heard from time to time.
Wu Kui fought one against two, holding back Yan Yi and Bi You, making the immortals and the demons evenly matched and the outcome difficult to determine.
"Liu Yu, get out of the way." Ling Hua had recovered and flew back, raising his halberd and slashing fiercely at Yi Wu.
A cold light flashed, and Yi Wu's brow furrowed. She exerted force with her sword, knocking Liu Yu aside and rejoining Ling Hua in battle.
The two figures flashed around the battlefield. Although Ling Hua had a deep cultivation base, he could not withstand Yi Wu's desperate fighting style. He was quickly defeated and forced to fly backwards by Yi Wu.
Seeing the sword approaching and about to pierce his heart, Bi You secretly thought that it was not good and stepped forward to help. He never expected that someone would be one step ahead of him and block Ling Hua's way.
The tip of the sword sank into the light blue clothes with a "puff", and blood gushed out instantly, spreading along the clothes to all sides. Yi Wu stopped immediately.
"Guiyun." Liu Yu blocked the sword with his body and successfully saved Ling Hua.
He looked at Yi Wu with a firm gaze and shook his head gently, "Don't hurt the War God Ling Hua."
Liu Yu was absolutely certain he hadn't mistaken her. Even if appearances and identities could change, his feelings couldn't. The woman before him was definitely Gui Yun, the woman he had grown up with.
His eyes were incredibly gentle, disturbing Yi Wu's nerves. Her gaze fell on the other person's chest, and the bloody wound was caused by her own hands.
She didn't mean to hurt Liu Yu, but he was indeed hurt by her.
A sharp pain flashed through her heart, and Yi Wu's red eyes dimmed. She was filled with murderous intent and rage. "If I say you admit your mistake, then you admit your mistake."
"I'm Yiwu, not Guiyun." She pulled out her sword with all her might, shook off the blood, and warned, "If you keep yelling, don't blame me for being rude."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white figure suddenly rushed out from the side, hit Yi Wu's chest with a palm, and knocked her away.
"Liu Yu!"
The armored fairy woman turned around and supported him, her expression anxious. "How are you? Are you seriously injured? Let me take a look."
"It's okay," Liu Yu avoided her hands, supported his wound and stood firm, looking forward worriedly, "Don't worry, Fairy Changhuai."
Noticing something unusual in his eyes, Chang Yao followed his gaze and saw the woman she had knocked away. She was incredibly beautiful, and even looked somewhat familiar. For no apparent reason, a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart.
Injured in the heart by her palm strike, Yi Wu flew backwards, spitting out blood, unable to stop for a long time. Until her back bumped into something, and she felt a familiar touch.
It’s Jiufang Mingyuan again. No one else has the courage except him.
After catching Yi Wu, Jiufang Mingyuan slowly landed with her in his arms, saying teasingly, "Why, he's so good-looking that you can't bring yourself to do it?"
Liu Yu was naturally good-looking, and he must be among the top three among all the immortal men, but Yi Wu was not at all happy about these words.
Her heart tightened, and she glanced over, only to catch sight of the golden mask. Unsure of Jiufang Mingyuan's intentions, she responded cautiously, her tone cold, "If you're this weak, what's the point of being pretty?"
"Weak?" Jiufang Mingyuan looked across with interest, sizing Liu Yu up and down before nodding and confirming, "He is quite weak."
Yi Wu also looked over, and when her eyes met the heroic woman next to her, she was momentarily distracted.
Afraid that Jiufang Mingyuan would notice something was wrong, she quickly withdrew her gaze and dared not move.
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