The sword seller, dressed in red, deserves applause for the prankster.

You Ying looked at Jin Shengfei's expression, which froze for a moment, and then glanced at Ying Wuhuo's expression, which seemed to freeze him in the next second.

He rubbed his temples in distress.

"Either friend or foe, what kind of person is this..."

Indeed, he is a half-demon, and even if he were a neutral person, no one would believe him.

They are either enemies, or enemies who are certain they won't make a move.

If he were to make a move, it would indeed be bullying the weak. Besides... whether he makes a move or not seems to have no effect on the final outcome. Although Feng Mian is only at the Nascent Soul stage, her special abilities should not be underestimated.

That's it.

Youying spoke, coldly and indifferently: "I'm too lazy to bully you. Give me a spot in the Bloodline Temple, and I promise I won't lift a finger."

Feng Mian, standing to the side, squinted and chuckled gloatingly: "Tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful. A Mahayana cultivator has to be so humble and humble to negotiate with others. If they don't give it to him, he breaks an arm; if they still don't give it to him, he breaks a leg. There will always be a time for them to talk."

"A half-demon is a half-demon, pretending to be high and mighty and refusing to associate with us—and what's the result? Humans don't like him either, how pathetic~"

Youying definitely has the ability to make humanity "willingly" hand over a spot. His strength and intelligence allow him to unleash combat power that is almost infinitely close to the late stage of the Mahayana realm.

Almost every single skill used would wipe out all the humans here.

But he still negotiated with them, which clearly shows he was being lenient.

Unfortunately, the relationship between humans and demons is awkward, and he is not well-liked.

Youying gave him a cold look and didn't say anything more.

Jin Shengfei openly chirped, "Youying seems to have a bad relationship with the other demons. Is she being ostracized?"

Yu Wuxin: "Maybe it's because he's good-looking. Look at his shrimp veins, they're much better looking. Are those demons jealous of him?"

Jin Shengfei: "She's not that good-looking, not even as good-looking as me."

Yu Wuxin: "You don't have shrimp veins."

Jin Shengfei: "I have muscles, defined muscles!"

Ying Wuhuo: "..."

Jingming: "Amitabha Buddha."

Hearing this made You Ying want to punch someone, and Feng Mian wanted to punch someone too. She pointed at herself and said, "Is You Ying prettier than us? Prettier than me??"

Jin Shengfei nodded: "Yeah, you're pretty average-looking."

I declined, not wanting to pique his interest.

Feng Mian was stunned.

She's pretty average-looking, pretty average-looking...

These words seemed to freeze her in place, echoing in her mind and striking at the point she cared about most.

She pointed at herself: "I'm average-looking? I'm a succubus! You say I'm average-looking? Do you have any taste? Average-looking? Do you even know what a succubus is? A succubus! Among all the tens of thousands of living beings in the entire Miaohua Continent, the succubus's body is the most beautiful!!"

Jin Shengfei: "Don't get upset. I didn't say you're not good-looking. You're just average, just average, just average~"

generally?!

Feng Mian nearly fainted from anger, when her succubus sister stepped forward: "What right do you have to rate us succubi? Even if you don't have a mirror, you can still pee, right?!"

Jin Shengfei's comment: "You get two points."

Succubus Sisters: "Pfft!!!"

She nearly choked on her breath, her face flushed red, and she pointed at Jin Shengfei, blurting out, "You—you!!!"

She really didn't know how to curse.

Are you blind?

They are succubi!

Feng Mian couldn't take it anymore and pushed aside the girl in front of her, revealing a pair of sheep horns, pink magic patterns, purplish-red skin, and sharp fangs in her mouth.

"You brat, you have no taste! I'm going to kill you, gouge your eyes out, and make you understand what true beauty is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy fluctuations around Feng Mian suddenly surged!

Almost in the blink of an eye, a dark power surged up like a tidal wave, engulfing the surrounding demons and beastmen.

They were initially in a standoff and were able to control their emotions, but almost instantly they seemed to lose control!

"How dare you criticize Miss Feng Mian! You're outrageous! I'll gouge your eyes out and hang them on the wall so you can admire Miss Feng Mian's stunning beauty every day!"

"I'll tear his mouth off too, he's so sharp-tongued! I'll make him suck his own eyeballs, and make him regret treating the lovely and beautiful Miss Fengmian like that!!!"

The cold-blooded, soul-devouring serpents: "All for the Bloodline Temple! For the return to our ancestral forms!!"

As they spoke, the spiritual energy around them grew stronger and stronger, with hundreds of beings simultaneously gathering their energy and unleashing their power, and the lowest level being the Golden Core stage!

If this power were to erupt in an instant, it would be absolutely terrifying!

It was only at this moment that Jin Shengfei realized he seemed to have gone too far, and awkwardly raised the corners of his mouth at his teammates.

"What... what's going on? Weren't they just arguing peacefully? Why are they suddenly fighting?"

Ying Wuhuo squinted at Feng Mian. His Path of Mortals and Path of Ruthlessness were most sensitive to emotions. Although he did not know exactly what had happened, he could see that the demon woman named Feng Mian had, in an instant, launched countless red threads in all directions.

Those threads weren't real threads, but rather threads of emotion.

Forcibly planting emotional ties in those around him and controlling their emotions...

Ying Wuhuo explained the situation in detail, and finally summarized: "That is, indirect control."

Yu Wuxin, seemingly unconcerned, said, "Indirect control? It's not direct control, so it doesn't seem like a big problem?"

Ying Wuhu shook his head: "If it's direct control, then the problem isn't too big, after all... the controller isn't familiar with the controlled's skills and maximum potential."

"Indirect control...that's the most terrifying, because those people are conscious of their own actions, and...any living being, when its emotions are out of control, will unleash power far exceeding its normal level!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the others quickly darkened.

Jingming had also done considerable research on this: "The Golden Buddha Temple has scriptures that state that when emotions are out of control, one's power also goes out of control, almost... increasing by 50%!"

Fifty percent?!

This number shocked Jin Shengfei and Yu Wuxin. They had thought it would be tricky, but they hadn't expected it to be this tricky.

Jin Shengfei realized he had made a mistake and was somewhat at a loss: "What should we do?"

Ying Wuhuo abruptly drew his sword from his back, his voice as sharp and icy as ice: "Then let's fight!"

As he finished speaking, icy blades shot out in all directions, directly severing the heads of more than a dozen demons!

Jin Shengfei decisively drew his sword, his eyes instantly turning serious and mysterious: "Then let's fight!"

After he finished speaking, he unleashed a burst of Geng metal energy with his sword, the power of which was almost explosive, killing more than a dozen living beings with a "boom".

Jingming gradually emanated Buddhist light, and smiled gently: "Then... let's fight."

Bathed in Buddha's light, each Buddhist bead transformed into a deity or Buddha image, suppressing more than a dozen living beings!

For a moment, Yu Wuxin was bewildered, looking left and right.

No, you all fight?

Wait... how come your auras have suddenly become stronger?

No...you guys are secretly using underhanded tactics?!

Okay, okay, you guys are playing this game, then he'll stop pretending!

Just then.

"I'm here!!!"