Qi Guze and Xu Yuehuai exchanged a glance, a glance filled not with sweet intimacy, but with calm understanding and resolve.
The next moment, Qi Guze's spiritual power surged, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a torrent, and the originally noisy battlefield instantly fell silent.
The elders' previously confident expressions froze, replaced by incredulous horror.
"This...this kid actually hid his strength!"
The elder of the Ying family had a livid face, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He realized he had made a fatal mistake: underestimating the young man.
Qi Guze no longer concealed his intentions and acted ruthlessly and decisively.
He formed a hand seal with one hand, and a golden light flashed. The carefully arranged formation of the Ying family was torn apart like paper, and cracks appeared in the barrier that trapped the demons.
Upon seeing this, the trapped demons rushed out from the cracks like a flood bursting its banks.
"Stop them! Don't let a single one escape!" the Ying family elder roared hoarsely, but his command seemed weak and powerless.
Qi Guze's strength was too great, and the Ying family members were simply unable to resist him.
Shui Xia, Nangong Yu, and others also joined the battle. They did not directly attack the Ying family, but instead focused their main efforts on protecting the retreating demons.
Amidst the chaos, Ying Ziping's figure stood out.
He did not obey the elder's orders to attack Xu Yuehuai and the others. Instead, he secretly helped them break through the encirclement and blocked many attacks for them.
However, his actions were eventually discovered by the elders of the Ying family.
"You unfilial son! What are you doing!"
The elder of the Ying family roared and struck Ying Ziping with a palm.
Ying Ziping was unable to dodge in time and was struck in the chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.
Seeing this, Xu Yuehuai and the others felt sorry for them.
Although they had a misunderstanding with Ying Ziping, they couldn't just stand by and watch him die at this moment.
"Save him!" Xu Yuehuai decided immediately.
Qi Guze single-handedly confronted numerous experts from the Ying family, appearing like a god descending to earth, majestic and awe-inspiring.
He fought against a hundred men single-handedly, yet he held his own and grew stronger with each battle.
His figure left afterimages in the air, so fast that it was impossible to see his movements.
Ying Ziping was ultimately taken away by the Ying family.
Qi Guze, along with Xu Yuehuai and the other escaped demons, successfully broke through the encirclement, creating a barrier in the vast night before disappearing from their sight.
The elder of the Ying family stood there, his face terribly gloomy.
Although he was furious, he was also wary of Qi Guze's strength and dared not pursue him rashly.
After everyone escaped to a secluded valley, the tree spirit walked shakily to Xu Yuehuai and bowed deeply: "Thank you all for saving our lives. The demon race will never forget you."
Xu Yuehuai helped the tree spirit up and said gently, "No need to be so polite."
The tree spirit was moved to tears and nodded repeatedly.
At this moment, a commotion arose outside the valley. Several people from other sects appeared at the valley entrance. They had originally come to watch the excitement, but they never expected to witness such a shocking scene.
They had originally harbored prejudices against the demon race, but now their prejudices were shaken.
A young man dressed in a blue robe stepped out, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
He slowly began to speak: "My name is Li Mufeng. Today's events have given me a new understanding of the demon race..."
Li Mufeng adjusted his blue robe and said sincerely, "To be honest, my previous understanding of the demon race was mostly based on hearsay. Today, seeing the Ying family's actions with my own eyes, and seeing you all stepping forward... I am truly ashamed."
He bowed deeply to the tree spirit, saying, "I apologize to everyone."
The tree spirit's old eyes were cloudy as it stared warily at Li Mufeng, its withered fingers gripping its cane tightly.
The other demons also looked suspicious, clearly still harboring resentment towards humans.
Seeing this, Xu Yuehuai gently advised, "Tree spirit, Young Master Li is sincere."
"Hmph, all talk and no action!"
A high-pitched voice came from the crowd, and a person swayed forward.
"Have we not heard enough of the sweet talk of demons? One moment they're calling each other brothers, the next they're turning their backs on us!"
“Exactly! Who knows what you’re up to?” another person chimed in, turning their head to the side.
Li Mufeng's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but he still maintained a humble attitude: "Miss, you are mistaken. If the demons were truly as you say, why would they help us?"
"Shut up!" A burly man suddenly appeared, interrupting Li Mufeng's explanation.
His eyes widened in anger as he pointed at Li Mufeng and the others, cursing, "Stop pretending to be a good person! If it weren't for the demons indiscriminately killing innocent people, why would we have such a big problem with them!"
The sudden argument instantly created a tense atmosphere.
Xu Yuehuai frowned, trying to ease the situation again: "Everyone, please calm down! We are facing a formidable enemy, and we should unite as one!"
Just then, a commotion broke out at the Ying family's residence.
A cold voice rang out: "Who dares to harm my beloved disciple here?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man in a purple robe riding a sword, followed by a group of disciples in green robes.
It was Xu Yuehuai's master—Zisangyi.
"Zisangyi!" The elder of the Ying family was surprised for a moment.
"It's me!"
His gaze was icy as he stared directly at the head of the Ying family, his tone carrying an undeniable air of dominance: "Who dares to harm my disciple?"
The Ying family patriarch's expression changed drastically. Although he was arrogant, he was not stupid.
He had long heard of Zisangyi's reputation; she was a ruthless killer with unfathomable strength.
He suppressed his anger and pretended to be calm, saying, "Your Excellency is joking. That girl Xu Yuehuai is very cunning and has already escaped. We have searched everywhere but can't find her."
Zisangyi sneered, clearly not believing his nonsense.
"Escaped? Does Patriarch Ying think I'm a fool? With the entire Ying family mobilized, my disciple couldn't escape even if he had wings."
His eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them. "Speak! Where is my disciple now?"
Cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the Ying family patriarch. Zi Sang's imposing manner clearly indicated that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
He secretly groaned; today he had truly tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. Not only had he suffered heavy losses, but he had also provoked such a wicked star.
After a moment's thought, he forced a smile: "Since Your Excellency doesn't believe me, then let's stay at the Ying family's house for the night. I'll definitely find that girl tomorrow, how about that?"
Zisangyi didn't expose his lie and readily agreed, "Alright, then I'll trouble Patriarch Ying."
The head of the Ying family was inwardly groaning, but put on a fake smile and welcomed Zi Sangyi into the mansion.
Meanwhile, Xu Yuehuai and a group of demons hid in the shadows of the valley, observing the Ying family's movements.
The tree spirit was severely injured, its face was deathly pale, and its breathing was weak.
"Elder, how are you?" Xu Yuehuai asked anxiously.
The tree spirit waved its hand weakly and said, "This old man is nearing the end of his life, cough cough... It's just a pity that I won't be able to witness the demon race regain its freedom..."
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