He spoke lightly, but dared not look at the person behind him, nor could he understand what he had done to annoy him.
Rong Yu slowly withdrew his half-raised hand, about to speak, when a gust of wind came from behind him. He subconsciously turned around, the water curtain swayed, and a loud noise came from outside the waterside pavilion. His eyes darkened.
Geng Qi was faster than him, flashing to the steps and looking out of Chengyun Pavilion. The place, which was originally empty, was now flashing with spiritual light, with faint black energy swirling around it. His heart sank, and he rushed over without saying a word.
A chilling cold!
He was all too familiar with the demonic energy intertwined with the spiritual light.
Who forced Qinghan to the point of revealing his identity?
After several thoughts raced through his mind, he still hadn't come up with an answer when he left Chengyun Pavilion. The courtyard, paved with white jade, was riddled with countless cracks from the great formation, and water overflowed from the broken gaps. In the middle of the courtyard, the young man stood alone, with three people standing in front of him, their long swords held horizontally in front of them, their sword energy pointing directly at the white-robed young man opposite them.
"As expected, he's a demonic cultivator; he's already reached the Nascent Soul stage!"
"Why would a demonic cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage appear here?"
A surprised and uncertain voice came from the other side. The people who were originally in the front courtyard had all arrived outside Chengyun Pavilion at some point, each with their spirit swords drawn, clearly having come prepared.
The three people surrounding Qing Han were also at the Nascent Soul stage. They were brought by the Yan Yang Palace and Ji Yun Palace to protect their direct disciples. Now that the three of them were working together, they were fearless. Someone snorted, "What else could it be? With the appearance of a sacred artifact, how can the Demon Realm sit idly by?"
Another person said, "Demon, hand over the fragments of the sacred artifact, and we'll leave you with a whole corpse!"
Qinghan frowned deeply and remained silent.
These people tried to force their way in, and the three Nascent Soul stage cultivators attacked simultaneously, barely managing to block the fatal blow. However, his identity as a demonic cultivator could no longer be concealed, and he was now surrounded by demonic energy, making him the target of everyone's attacks.
Those people thought he was scared. The boy had been somewhat hesitant during the fight, and now with his hands hanging at his sides and his sleeves clenched tightly, he looked like a helpless lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Why waste words with a monster? Kill him, and the sacred artifact will naturally be yours and mine!" Someone couldn't hold back any longer and took the lead, turning his sword tip to pierce the boy's heart and lungs.
Fearing he would gain the upper hand, the other two attacked simultaneously, surrounding Qing Han. Their spiritual swords, imbued with the power of thunder, formed a triangular array, descending upon Qing Han's head. Just as it was about to explode, a long whip entered the array, radiating golden light. The whip's tail collided with the sword tip, producing three resounding clangs, and the spiritual energy reverberated. The three Nascent Soul stage cultivators retreated simultaneously, their feet sliding a considerable distance on the ground before they barely managed to regain their footing. They looked up at the person who had suddenly appeared, their eyes filled with horror.
Geng Qi ignored them and turned to Qing Han, scolding, "Hesitating to make a move at a time like this! Don't you value your life? Running away because you're afraid to fight, didn't I teach you that?"
Qinghan was scolded harshly and didn't dare to speak.
"And who are you?"
The person who had been forced back spoke up, and Geng Qi clicked his tongue in annoyance, turned around and sneered, "My brother and I broke through the formation to save people, and now you all intend to repay kindness with enmity?"
As soon as he spoke, someone in the crowd immediately recognized him. Almost all the survivors of the ambush were rescued by them, and his red clothes made him easy to spot.
Those who had seen him exchanged bewildered glances, while the others did not recognize him. They had not escaped death in the ambush, and Geng Qi could not be considered their savior. In the face of self-interest, no favors mattered!
All they could see were the vanished fragments of the sacred relic.
Han Zhao stepped out from the crowd, pointed at him and said, "You two are from the Demon Realm, yet you conceal your identities. Who knows what your true intentions are in saving people?"
Geng Qi narrowed his peach blossom eyes dangerously, "According to this young master, since I am a person from the Demon Realm, I should not save people from your sect?"
Han Zhao frowned, unsure how to answer.
"If that's the case, then you shall die!"
Before the words were even finished, the person had already made their move. The three people who had previously dealt with Qing Han were caught off guard and were no match for him at all.
Geng Qi was very depressed.
How his identity was exposed was no longer important. He was already annoyed by some inexplicable things, and these people just kept walking into his trap. He was just venting his anger by hitting people in the most painful and ugly places. His long whip left bloody welts on the faces of several people, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
Just as several Nascent Soul stage cultivators were about to give up, two more figures darted out from the crowd and flew towards Qing Han, unleashing deadly attacks. Geng Qi's pupils constricted, but it was too late to turn around.
Qing Han was unarmed and had no choice but to use his own strength to withstand the attack. As he raised his hand, his waist tightened, and he was dragged backward. A wisp of green smoke appeared behind Qing Han, and a person appeared behind him. The person raised his pale hand, released the poisoned needle, and shattered the sword tip that was right in front of him. Seeing the poisoned needle heading straight for his brow, the two attackers were startled and retreated quickly, landing next to Han Zhao.
Geng Qi breathed a sigh of relief. His long whip suddenly shone with golden light, striking three men covered in whip marks and sending them spitting blood and staggering backward. He then stared intently at a woman in blue in the crowd.
The two men who launched the sneak attack were acting on the orders of this woman.
Attack where the enemy must defend, right?
So you're picking the softest persimmon, right?
You think you can't kill Qing Han?
He lashed out with his long whip, aimed directly at that face that was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water; he had never shown any tenderness or pity for a woman!
Qiu Qingxue was suddenly looked at by him. His sharp, tangible gaze felt like a blade cutting into her face. The long whip came, and he tried to dodge but couldn't move at all. His throat seemed to be hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound. Suddenly, his pupils contracted. Just before the golden whip landed on her face, a flash of silver light appeared, and a moon-white robe fluttered, blocking her way.
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