The whip was blocked and quickly wrapped around the sword several times.
Geng Qi looked at the people blocking the crowd, his eyes suddenly darkening: "Get out of the way."
Rong Yu pursed his lips, looking at him with a complicated expression.
An eerie silence fell over the surroundings. The crowd's gazes, some terrified, some panicked, fell upon the two. Someone looked behind Geng Qi, and when their eyes fell on the person behind Qing Han, their eyes widened as if they'd seen a ghost: "Jie...Jie Beiying?!"
The moment the name was uttered, a commotion arose in the crowd. Han Zhao, supporting the limp Qiu Qingxue, suddenly looked up.
The leader of the four guardians of the Demon Realm, Guardian Chi, Jie Beiying, was responsible for the deaths of countless righteous people when the major sects joined forces to attack the Demon Palace a hundred years ago. Others may not know him, but Han Zhao and Qiu Qingxue could not possibly be unaware of him.
The person was dressed in pure white silk, with sleeves that changed from blue to green, tightly wrapped around the waist of the white-clad youth. His handsome face looked somewhat pale, his eyes were empty, yet his smile had a touch of wicked charm.
Some people in the crowd couldn't help but step back, while others wondered whether the person was real or fake.
Listening to the discussions in the crowd, Geng Qi's expression grew increasingly grim. He stared intently at the person in front of him, a look of disbelief on his face.
The fragments of the sacred artifact were embedded in the core of the formation. This person broke the formation with the Drunken Shadow Sword. After the dazzling golden light, the fragments disappeared. Who has the best chance of getting that thing?
These people surrounded Chengyun Pavilion without asking any questions, so certain that the Demon Realm had obtained the fragments of the sacred artifact. They argued about who would benefit the most.
Having obtained the goods, they also diverted everyone's attention to the demon realm, killing two birds with one stone!
Geng Qi gripped the phoenix kite tightly in his hand, a fire seemingly burning in his heart. He asked, "You knew all along that I was from the Demon Realm?"
It's not doubt, it's certainty!
Rong Yu remained silent.
Geng Qi said, "You knew all along that the events in Gefeng Town were the work of the Yandan Sect?"
"..."
"You knew my identity all along and deliberately lured them into making me exposed?"
"..."
You schemed against me!
With each word he spoke, his ferocity intensified, his pupils changed from pitch black to a golden-purple heterochromatic gaze, and his grip on the whip tightened, as if he wanted to drag the sword and the man over.
As the oppressive aura descended, everyone knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with terror. Only one person remained unmoved, Geng Qi coldly saying, "Get out of the way!"
Rong Yu said, "If something happens to those two, Yan Yang Palace and Ji Yun Palace will not let it go."
You think I'm afraid?
The two secretly competed, with phoenix feathers wrapping around the sword, and blood seeping from the gaps in the scabbard, spreading upwards from Rong Yu's wrist.
He suddenly sighed and said softly, "Let's go back."
It sounded like a consolation, yet also like a request.
Geng Qi froze. The scenes of their time together and his devoted protection flashed through his mind. The anger in his heart gradually dissipated, and he suddenly understood the helplessness in his eyes, yet he was also filled with resentment.
I'm not willing to leave like this.
I'm not willing to let these people go.
Unwilling to be played and then nonchalantly walk away!
He suddenly stopped, and Feng Yuan withdrew his sleeve. He took the jade bracelet that Rong Yu had given him from his hand and handed it over.
Rong Yu, puzzled, frowned slightly.
Geng Qi grinned: "Returning it to its rightful owner."
His heterochromatic eyes were like two blazing flames, and the pressure emanating from his body made those protected by the Drunken Shadow Sword unable to move. As they watched the blood-red markings gradually appear on his forehead, they held their breath, their bodies covered in cold sweat, and dared not even breathe loudly.
With heterochromatic eyes and a blood-red mark of celestial calamity, he bears the appearance of the Demon Lords of all ages!
The two people in front of him stared at each other for a long time. Rong Yu lowered his eyes, looked at the exquisite jade bracelet, and reached out to take it.
Their hands touched, and Geng Qi suddenly smiled. The jade bracelet slipped from his hand, and he suddenly grabbed his wrist, quickly closing in on him.
Rong Yu watched as that alluring face grew larger and larger before his eyes. Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat, and he felt a warmth on his lips as someone sealed his lips. His mind buzzed, and he could no longer think.
Geng Qi stared intently at his face, watching the shock in his eyes and his face turn bright red. He felt all the gloom in his heart dissipate. Suddenly, he bit his lower lip hard.
The taste of blood spread between his lips and teeth. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and lightly licked it, tasting the metallic flavor.
The two separated in an instant. Geng Qi wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertip and smiled, "It tastes good."
"..."
In complete silence, everyone wore the same expression of shock.
Qinghan stood behind him, so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.
Geng Qi grinned maliciously and took two steps back, saying slowly and deliberately, "Go back and tell your sect leader that if anyone dares to enter the Demon Realm first, I will make his sect become the second Kaopan Mountain!"
The words echoed in everyone's minds, flat and emotionless, yet they filled them with dread and sent shivers down their spines.
Geng Qi gave Rong Yu another deep look, then turned and stepped into the air.
Qinghan, holding the scorpion that had returned to its original form, followed after them.
After the three left, the oppressive aura that had enveloped the entire courtyard suddenly dissipated, and everyone's tense bodies instantly relaxed. Their backs were soaked with sweat, their foreheads were dripping with sweat, and they lay on the ground panting.
Rong Yu lowered his head, taking only half a step before being unable to move forward. Blood was still seeping from the wound on his lower lip where he had been bitten. He didn't reach out to wipe it away. His hands were clenched into fists, his fingertips almost digging into his flesh. He dared not look up; his vision was blurred, turning into a blood-red blur.
His right hand gripped the hilt of the Drunken Shadow Sword, a thick aura of blood enveloping his entire arm, immobilizing all his movements as he tried to chase the person back.
At the foot of Pipi Mountain, Geng Qi landed after leaving Yandan Gate, found an inn in the county town, sat down, and began to daydream.
A gaze was fixed on his face, not moving for a full quarter of an hour.
Geng Qi felt uncomfortable under his gaze, turned his head away and clicked his tongue, "What are you looking at me for? Haven't you ever seen a man kiss another man before?"
Qinghan felt guilty for revealing her identity and hadn't dared to speak. When he spoke first, she pointed to the top of his head and said blankly, "No, it's your hairpin... that's glowing."
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