After transmigrating into the body of the protagonist's childhood friend, he was targeted by a

Agu cried out, "My lord! Yu Linzhou and Yan Lingcang have come to our door, and the outside has been completely destroyed."

"Look at the wounds they inflicted on my neck! They even fed me poison! My lord, you must avenge me!"

Agu continued to embellish the story: "My lord! You didn't see how arrogant they were. They didn't take you seriously at all! They said you were their defeated foe, beaten to a pulp ten thousand years ago, and now they only dare to trip you up from the shadows, not daring to face you head-on!"

"They even said they'd tell you to get out and die! Your Excellency, this isn't just a slap in the face, it's a complete trampling of your dignity underfoot..."

"Shut up!" Li Hanshan suddenly raised his sleeve, and a wisp of black energy swept out, knocking A Gu to the ground.

The other demonic cultivators didn't dare to breathe, their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground.

What an idiot! He's got a death wish, daring to mimic such a thing?

"Well, well! Yu Linzhou and Yan Lingcang. You two actually dared to come here together."

The black aura surrounding him suddenly surged, spreading outwards in all directions like a raging tide.

The demons in the hall were so overwhelmed by that aura that they slumped even lower, trembling in fear.

"Get up, all of you," Li Hanshan said coldly. "Follow me to meet the enemy!"

The demons dared not disobey, and they all scrambled to their feet and rushed out of the palace.

Li Hanshan looked at Lin Zhixu: "Agu, you stay here and keep an eye on him. Don't let him get away."

After saying that, he led a large group of demonic cultivators out of the hall.

Agu got up from the ground, wiped the blood off his face, and glared at Lin Zhixu.

He was seething with anger, and when he met Lin Zhixu's gloating gaze, he was even more furious.

"Those two people came to rescue you, right? You're really lucky. I don't know why the Lord insisted on keeping you alive."

Lin Zhixu: "Your jealousy won't change anything."

Agu: "Who's jealous!"

Lin Zhixu: "Oh. If you're not jealous, then you're not jealous. You don't need to shout so loudly, I can hear you."

Agu: "..."

He was furious! From this moment on, he would never speak a word to this person again!

Lin Zhixu chuckled.

Not interesting.

……

Above the Demon Palace, atop the precipice.

Yu Linzhou and Yan Lingcang stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the swirling mist in the dark forest.

Suddenly, the two of them looked up at the same time.

A thick column of black smoke, like a billowing column of smoke, rose from the depths of the forest, breaking through the rain clouds and heading straight for the cliff top.

The black mist dissipated, revealing Li Hanshan suspended in mid-air, followed by more than a dozen demon generals.

Yu Linzhou glanced at Yan Lingcang and raised an eyebrow: "How about that? I told you the provocation worked."

Yan Lingcang ignored him, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

Yu Linzhou didn't mind, and gestured with his chin towards Li Hanshan: "Li Hanshan, we meet again. You've finally decided to come out and take a beating yourself today?"

Li Hanshan sneered: "I didn't expect that you would still be so restless even when you're injured. It seems you really care about your disciple."

Yu Linzhou's eyes turned cold. "Enough nonsense. If you obediently release him, I'll take pity on you today and give you a quick death."

"Arrogant!" Li Hanshan said no more, a flash of bloodlust in his eyes.

The demon generals behind him could no longer contain themselves, and at his command, they pounced on the two like a pack of wolves.

"I'll deal with Li Hanshan."

After Yan Lingcang finished speaking, he rushed off.

The sword light was as cold as frost, and wherever it passed, the demonic energy shattered layer by layer.

Li Hanshan met the attack with a cold smile. In an instant, the black and white beams of light collided fiercely in mid-air, exploding into a sky full of flames.

Yu Linzhou stood still, watching the demon generals rushing towards him, and slowly drew his sword, which had not been drawn for a long time.

The sword's blade was covered in dark patterns, and it hummed like a dragon's roar.

"Come." He said only one word, then drew his sword and went to meet him.

The sword light flashed like a bolt of lightning, sweeping across the horde of demons.

Those ordinary demon generals were no match for him; screams rose and fell, and severed limbs and black blood splattered like rain.

However, there were too many demon generals, and they were fearless and ruthless. Every time one group was killed, another group would take its place.

They seemed to have been empowered by some secret technique from Li Hanshan; their eyes were fanatical, their bodies surging with black energy, and they showed no fear.

Yu Linzhou got carried away with the killing, completely ignoring his old injuries, and his swordplay became faster and more ruthless.

"Come on!" he shouted, and the sword light exploded, turning the two demon generals into a bloody mist.

The heavy rain started again, mixed with blood, and streamed down his face.

He stood atop a pile of corpses like a demon emerging from a battlefield, his eyes filled with nothing but cold, murderous intent.

……

Inside the Demon Palace.

Lin Zhixu is also trying to find a way to save himself.

Lin Zhixu appeared lazy with his eyes half-closed, as if he were resting.

In reality, he was secretly rummaging through the storage bags.

Fortunately, Li Hanshan probably underestimated him and didn't search his body. His storage bag was still on him, containing many good things that Yu Linzhou had given him.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

Agu's cultivation level is not low. If he were to confront him head-on, his chances of winning would be slim, given that his spiritual power is currently sealed.

However, if you strike unexpectedly and combine it with the items in your storage bag, you might be able to defeat your enemy in one fell swoop.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Agu who was squatting by the door sulking, and suddenly said, "Feed."

Agu didn't want to pay attention to him.

Lin Zhixu sighed, his tone softening slightly: "Could you get me some water? I haven't eaten or drunk anything for days. You haven't brought me anything to eat, but you should at least give me some water, right?"

Agu looked at him suspiciously: "You're not faking it, are you?"

Lin Zhixu smirked, "Where can I run to with my spiritual power sealed? Besides, aren't you watching me? Do you really think you can't beat me?"

As expected, A-Gu couldn't resist the provocation. His face darkened, he cursed, but still poured a bowl of water and slammed it down in front of Lin Zhixu: "Drink up! Too much trouble!"

Lin Zhixu looked down at the bowl of water but didn't touch it.

Agu frowned: "Weren't you thirsty?"

Lin Zhixu said in a slow voice, "I can't use my hands, so you feed me."

Putting everything else aside, Lin Zhixu's face is incredibly devastating when she tries to portray a weak and vulnerable character.

Not to mention that Agu had always coveted his appearance.

Agu swallowed hard, muttering, "You're such a troublemaker! Wait until the Lord doesn't want you anymore, then I'll see how I deal with you!"

Without hesitation, he picked up the bowl and pretended to feed it to her.

Lin Zhixu lowered his eyes and slowly moved closer.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred.

Lin Zhixu suddenly flipped his hand from his sleeve, and a crimson bead was flicked out, landing right at A Gu's feet.

The bead shattered upon hitting the ground, and several golden runes rose from the ground, coiling around Agu's calves like snakes, and then quickly spreading to his entire body.

Agu froze, unable to move.

Lin Zhixu lunged forward, short sword in hand, and mercilessly stabbed him in the heart.

Agu scoffed, "You think you can kill me with this piece of junk?"

The demonic cultivator's body was already different from that of an ordinary person, and ordinary weapons could not harm him at all.

Lin Zhixu smiled.

He withdrew his hand, his hands moving swiftly to form hand seals, his fingertips fluttering like butterflies.

Suddenly, a layer of fine golden runes appeared on the sword, glowing like living things, and spread from the hilt to the tip.

Lin Zhixu said in a low voice, "You're wrong. This is no ordinary sword."