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A strange, almost horrified ripple flashed across the usually calm and icy eyes of the Fairy of Three Wonders.

Her red lips were pressed together almost imperceptibly, and her legs were pressed together slightly. A very faint, fleeting, almost... embarrassed blush appeared on her cold and beautiful face.

But soon, the blush and ripples disappeared, and she returned to her icy beauty demeanor. However, when she looked at Jiang Xiaochuan again, there was a hint of extremely complex and indescribable inquiry and... vigilance in the depths of her eyes.

In Jiang Xiaochuan's mind, Hong Li lazily yawned.

Jiang Xiaochuan ignored Hong Li. He only thought that this Fairy Sanmiao was indeed beautiful and had a special temperament, but... that was all.

He was not as attractive as Lu Xueqi, so he quickly looked away and stared at the Ghost King again, but his hand holding the gun was still trembling.

Seeing no response from the Three Wonders Fairy, Yu Yangzi grew impatient. He stepped forward, his voice booming like a bell, filled with undisguised smugness and threat, and shouted at Dao Xuan: "Dao Xuan, a wise man submits to circumstances! Look closely, now that my Holy Sect has deployed all its elite forces, your Qingyun Sect is caught between a rock and a hard place, defeat is inevitable. Heed my advice, hand over the Immortal Execution Sword, and surrender with your people. Perhaps, out of consideration for our past relationship, I might spare the Qingyun lineage and only punish the ringleaders. Otherwise, today is the day your Qingyun Sect is annihilated! I will make sure your Jade Purity Palace is a river of blood, leaving no one alive!"

Dao Xuan slowly stood up. He was not tall, and even a little thin, but standing there at this moment, he was like a solitary peak rising from the ground, carrying an inviolable majesty accumulated over thousands of years.

His gaze swept over the members of the Demonic Sect in the hall, finally settling on Yu Yangzi's face. His voice wasn't loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears, carrying an unwavering resolve:

"You heretics and evildoers, how dare you speak of the word 'orthodox tradition'? My Qingyun Sect has stood for a thousand years, weathering countless storms, our orthodox tradition unbroken, our righteous spirit everlasting. You think Qingyun will surrender and hand over the Zhuxian? Don't even think about it! Today, I will show you what... the spirit of Qingyun truly is!"

"Stubborn to the end!" Yu Yangzi roared in fury, "Attack!"

"kill--!"

Inside the hall, the members of the Demonic Sect roared in unison, and the various magical treasures suddenly lit up, carrying a bloody and foul aura, and surged toward Dao Xuan and Jiang Xiaochuan!

The Ghost King Sect members hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the other three sects had already made their moves, they could only grit their teeth and follow suit, though they deliberately avoided attacking Biyao, who was being held hostage by Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart tightened, and his arm instinctively tightened around Biyao. The God-Slaying Spear was still pressed against her neck, and he shouted sharply, "Back off! All of you back off! Or I'll really kill her!"

However, apart from the Ghost King Sect's attack slowing down slightly, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Longevity Hall, and the Joyful Union Sect completely ignored them, and the light of their magic weapons did not stop at all, but instead became even more urgent!

The Poison God cackled, and with a wave of his hand, a pale green poisonous mist spread out; Yu Yangzi's Yin-Yang Mirror flickered, and two beams of death light, one black and one white, shot out in a crisscrossing pattern; the Three Wonders Fairy's sleeve produced a pink soft ribbon, accompanied by seductive music, aimed straight at Jiang Xiaochuan's face.

Jiang Xiaochuan panicked, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

He kidnapped Biyao in the hopes of making the Ghost King Sect hesitant to act, and ideally, to force the Demonic Sect to retreat, or at least to buy time.

But now it seems that apart from the Ghost King Sect members who have some reservations, the other three sects are eager for him to kill Biyao immediately so that the Ghost King can give up completely and launch a full-scale attack on the mountain!

What should we do? Should we really kill Biyao?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, his arms went limp. He instinctively looked down at Biyao in his arms.

Biyao was also looking up at him.

Her face was still wet with tears, her eyes were red and swollen, but her gaze was empty and numb, like two stagnant pools of water, with only tears still flowing silently and incessantly.

In those eyes, there was no hatred, no anger, only a bottomless, utterly crushed despair and a broken heart.

It was as if it were saying: Kill me, Jiang Xiaochuan, just kill me, because my heart is already dead.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a sudden, sharp pain in his heart. The pain didn't come from the Blood-Devouring Bead, but from a deeper place that even he didn't understand. The pain made his vision go black and his breath catch in his throat.

In that instant when his mind trembled violently and his arms went weak—

Yu Ji, who had been staring intently at this side, ready to strike, suddenly vanished like a ghost, her figure appearing beside Jiang Xiaochuan in the next instant. Her attack was lightning fast, striking Jiang Xiaochuan's ribs with a palm strike!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a soft yet overwhelming force surge through him, causing excruciating pain in his ribs. He was thrown backward uncontrollably, crashing into a pillar before sliding down. Suddenly, his arms were empty; Biyao had been snatched back by Youji and was now tightly protecting him behind her.

"Pfft—" Jiang Xiaochuan felt a sweet taste in his throat and wanted to vomit blood, but just as the blood surged to his throat, a strange suction force suddenly came from the cold and dead silence deep in his left chest, forcibly sucking the blood back, leaving only a dark red mark at the corner of his mouth.

He supported himself on the ground, coughed twice, and felt a tightness in his chest and dizziness.

Youji, holding Biyao, retreated rapidly back to the Ghost King Sect's camp.

Biyao, held in Youji's arms, remained dazed, staring blankly at Jiang Xiaochuan, who had slumped against the palace pillar. Her tears flowed even more fiercely, but she no longer uttered a sound.

Seeing that Biyao was out of danger, the Ghost King visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but his gaze toward Jiang Xiaochuan became even colder and more complicated.

Without further hesitation, he unleashed a fierce and unparalleled black light, slashing straight at Dao Xuan!

"Master Uncle!" Jiang Xiaochuan shouted urgently.

Dao Xuan no longer looked at him. He rose gracefully, dodging the Ghost King's attack. With a flick of his sleeve, a beam of clear light met the attack.

At the same time, he let out a clear, long roar that shook the heavens: "Where are the disciples of Qingyun?"

Before the whistling sound had even faded, a loud whooshing sound broke through the air outside the Jade Purity Hall!

Dozens of sword lights of various colors shot out from the directions of the peaks like shooting stars chasing the moon, landing in the square in front of the hall and then rushing into the hall!

Tian Buyi, covered in blood and with his Crimson Flame Immortal Sword blazing, stepped in first. Upon seeing the scene inside the hall, his fat face darkened, and without saying a word, he swung his sword at the nearest demonic cult member!

Su Ru followed closely behind, her immortal sword transforming into a pale blue stream of light, protecting her husband's side.

Master Shuiyue, dressed in a spotless moon-white Taoist robe, held a white immortal sword. His face was as cold as frost. He stepped into the hall, his gaze sweeping across the room. He saw that Dao Xuan was unharmed, and then saw Jiang Xiaochuan sitting slumped under a pillar. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. Then, his sword energy surged forth, and he charged towards the demonic sect members.

Cangsong, Zeng Shuchang, Tianyun, Shang Zhengliang... the head elders of each lineage, all covered in wounds, but with sharp eyes and murderous intent, rushed into the hall, each seeking an opponent and engaging in battle!

The younger disciples also rushed in.

Holding the Tianya sword, Lu Xueqi's moon-white Taoist robe was stained with blood. As soon as she entered the hall, her eyes searched frantically and quickly locked onto Jiang Xiaochuan under the pillar.

Her face paled, and without any hesitation, she flashed to Jiang Xiaochuan's side, knelt down, and placed her hand on his shoulder, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion: "How are you?"