Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

"Kill him to avenge the sect leader."

With a fierce yet cowardly shout, the Poison Scorpion Sect disciples regained their coordination. Green poison was the first to spray from the bamboo tubes, followed by the throwing of hooks and grappling hooks, while bows and arrows were ready to be drawn.

The Scorpion Gang is notorious for kidnapping and extortion, and they commit all sorts of evil deeds, yet they have been able to live freely for so many years, which means they must have their own reasons for doing so.

This combined attack method may be insufficient against regular army formations, but it is extremely effective against martial arts masters. They can defeat even those whose martial arts are far superior to theirs.

If the scorpion is still alive, this formation will make them virtually invincible.

Unfortunately, he was ambushed and killed by Yang Che. Although the Poison Scorpion Sect disciples have now formed a formation, without Poison Scorpion's central command, the formation's coordination is far inferior to when he was alive.

Just as the venom was about to splash onto his body, Yang Che waved his arm, and his wide sleeves, enveloped in Gu Dang's true energy, unfurled into a cloud-like curtain. With a gentle sweep, the venom was completely contained within the sleeves. Then, the sleeves opened again, and the venom contained within them rolled outwards.

"Ah, my face, my eyes."

Amidst a genuine scream, the venom that the Poison Scorpion Sect relied on to defeat their enemies became their deadly weapon. In an instant, several Poison Scorpion Sect disciples were scratching their faces in agony, and in the blink of an eye, they were lifeless.

As Yang Che waved his sleeve, he pointed his left hand like a sword, pointing at the hooks that were grabbing his shoulder. With a gentle flick, he changed the direction of the hooks. In an instant, he had already made several points, and the hooks that were originally coming from all directions changed direction and became entangled into a knot that was difficult to untangle.

The Scorpion Sect disciple, controlling the grappling hook, struggled to pull the rope in his hand, but instead of breaking it, the hook tightened its grip even more.

Having landed two blows, Yang Che naturally wouldn't give his enemy a third chance. Accumulating true qi takes time, but practicing skills can be done quickly. The Hundred Styles of Folding Flowers is a first-class martial art. Although his accumulation of true qi isn't particularly strong, it's more than enough to deal with the small fry from the Poison Scorpion Sect.

These people were resorting to underhanded tactics; when thugs and ruffians encounter true demonic methods, it's a case of being outmatched.

Yang Che charged into the crowd, never giving them another chance to form a combined formation. His elusive and unpredictable movements and unpredictable attacks turned these fierce-looking Poison Scorpion Sect disciples into frightened kittens.

They fled in terror, but how could they possibly outrun Yang Che's pursuit?

Of course, they weren't unaware of this, but subconsciously they felt that although they couldn't outrun Yang Che, as long as they could outrun their comrades, that would be enough, and their comrades could risk their lives to buy them time.

As for risking their lives to buy time for their comrades, don't be ridiculous. They joined the Poison Scorpion Sect just to survive, not out of loyalty.

The rout of the Poison Scorpion Sect disciples was exactly what Yang Che wanted. If they could really unite and gather together, dozens of them could cause Yang Che a lot of trouble. After all, a person's energy is limited. Yang Che had to maintain a near-ghostly speed, which would consume a huge amount of both his true energy and physical strength.

Yang Che, having already realized that killing with his hands would consume too much of his true energy, had already drawn a short sword.

In the dim and damp building, Yang Che pursued the fleeing Poison Scorpion Sect disciples, each time his sword fell, it pierced the enemy's body.

Yang Che, who was killing for the first time, was surprised to find that he did not feel any discomfort in such an intense and bloody battle. He did not find the pervasive stench of blood and the foul smell of human organs to be abnormal or unusual.

The chaotic intimacy, the corpses lying prostrate on the ground, the blood-stained floor—it was like a living hell, but in Yang Che's eyes, it possessed a strange kind of beauty.

When artists descend into madness, they unleash destructive forces to the extreme.

Flowers may be beautiful, but when they wither, it becomes a funeral dirge for life.

It can also possess the overwhelming murderous aura of "when my flowers bloom, all others wither."

At this moment, with the killing, Yang Che's already gradually depleted true energy became active again, and its circulation speed was even faster than before, and he entered a mysterious state of mind.

In a daze, Yang Che gained a deeper understanding of the Flower Sect. Although the true energy of the Flower Sect was life-giving, life-giving did not mean simply seeking survival.

They value life but do not despise death.

Perhaps this explains why the Flower Wandering Technique and the Heaven-Mending Technique can be combined to create a more powerful Heavenly True Qi.

Hua Jianyou cherishes life and does not fear death; he uses the Heaven-Mending Technique to kill and follow the way of Heaven, seeking life through death.

Although their true qi attributes are completely opposite, they both contain the essence of the other, and life and death are one.

That's more like it.

No matter how complex the martial arts in the Heavenly Demon Strategy are, and no matter how unique the Heavenly Demon Great Art, the Dao Heart Demon Seed Great Art, and other techniques are, they are all essentially demonic techniques.

The word "demon" is used to connect the two sects and six paths of the demonic sect, and it will inevitably be unified among the many demonic techniques.

In the midst of the carnage, Yang Che's spirit and will underwent a transformation, with his true energy surging forth continuously. Although he was exhausted, his spirit and will continued to burn.

"Spare me, spare me." The hall, filled with carnage, gradually fell silent, leaving only one person kneeling on the ground, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

They're all dead, all dead, only he is left.

At this moment, Yang Che was covered in blood in his sight. His once clean and tidy clothes were now soaked with the blood of his companions.

I don't know. They kidnapped a gentle and refined censor. Why would a civil official have such high martial arts skills and such a ferocious bloodlust?

He longed to go home. He regretted his decision to abandon his family and hometown in pursuit of success and wealth in Xinzheng.

"Who ordered you to kidnap me?" Yang Che asked calmly, tossing aside the short sword in his hand, which was now riddled with nicks.

"I told you, sir, is it possible that you will spare my life?" The man saw a glimmer of hope for survival, and a glimmer of light appeared in his fearful eyes.

"So you don't want to talk about it," Yang Che said indifferently, and prepared to make a move.

"It's Lord Jade Tiger, it's Lord Jade Tiger." The man hurriedly replied when he saw that Yang Che was about to attack without even giving him a chance to bargain, fearing that if he spoke too late, he would end up dead.

"So it was that fat guy. So, I've been targeted by Nightfall? No, it wasn't Nightfall, otherwise it wouldn't have been you guys who made the move," Yang Che said knowingly.

The situation isn't good, but it's not the worst either.

Seeing Yang Che deep in thought, the man felt he had a chance to survive and quickly increased his bargaining chip, saying, "Sir, the sect leader has recently kidnapped a pair of twin girls and is preparing to send them to Lord Emerald Tiger's mansion, but they haven't been sent out yet and are currently in a prison cell."

"The junior can take the senior with him. Then the senior can either take him for his own use or sell him."

"There's still money. The sect leader has made a lot of money over the years. I know where the sect leader's room is."

"You're quite good, but I need your help with something." Yang Che looked at the man.

"Sir, please give me any orders, and I will do them." The man was overjoyed; he could finally live.

"Please go to your death." Yang Che kicked out, and a knife turned into a streak of light, piercing straight into the man's chest. On his face, there was still an undissipated ecstasy.

Just then, a figure suddenly burst through the window. Yang Che's heart skipped a beat, thinking that something unexpected was about to happen. However, after seeing the figure clearly, his tense mind relaxed again.

Jing Ni.