You call this the way of the sword?

As soon as Yang Qingfeng finished speaking, the whole world fell silent.

His outfit and style certainly have a strong visual impact.

However, the deliberately profound tone, the act of unilaterally declaring death, and the use of the self-reference "I" all exude an overwhelming sense of adolescent delusions.

The falcon demons were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Where did this bastard come from? Can't he even speak human language?"

"Slaying demons on behalf of Heaven, huh? You think you're the chosen one of Heaven, hahaha."

As the falcon demons' taunts grew increasingly vicious, the newcomers, who had just thought they were saved, became even more indignant. When they looked at Yang Qingfeng again, they suddenly felt a sense of shame for the human race, and their faces flushed with embarrassment.

But then, a glimmer of light appeared, and the situation changed drastically.

Except for Yin Jiu-jun, the laughter of the other falcon demons abruptly stopped, turning into muffled groans, followed by screams.

The louder the laughter was, the more terrifying the sudden scream that erupted was.

"Ouch, that hurts!!"

"There's something inside my body!!"

"Run!"

Yin Jiujun turned around in astonishment, and with just one glance, he was almost scared out of his wits.

The other four falcon demons were seen twisting and deforming in mid-air, as if some strange force was tearing at their bones and shredding their internal organs.

In the blink of an eye, some falcon demons coughed up blood, some had their bodies cracked, and some crushed the teleportation crystals and disappeared from the spot.

But it was too late.

Yin Jiu Jun clearly saw that all the information about his four teammates had disappeared; they were all dead!

"How is that possible!?"

With Yin Jiu's exclamation, an eerie silence descended once more.

With several thuds, the corpses fell from the sky, kicking up dust and spreading blood.

Everyone was frozen in place by this scene, and after a while, they all looked at Yang Qingfeng.

At this moment, Yang Qingfeng had already sheathed his sword, his entire body wrapped in a cloak. Only his sinister ghost face exuded a dark and eerie pressure, invisibly seizing souls and transforming into a mysterious and terrifying mental impact.

"No, no, this is impossible!!"

Yin Jiujun pulled out a teleportation crystal with a strange cry. The newcomers snapped out of their daze and tried to stop him, but seeing that Yang Qingfeng was unmoved, they dared not make a move.

Filled with escalating fear, Yin Jiu-jun failed to notice these anomalies. All he wanted now was to escape this horrible place as quickly as possible and save his own life.

However, he didn't hold the first crystal properly and it fell.

The second crystal was inexplicably hard, and it took me a long time to finally break it.

As the light shone, Yin Jiujun had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw flashes of cold light and nine spirit swords hurtling towards him, startling him so much that he let out another earth-shattering scream before he left.

The demons disappeared, but the barrier remained.

Yang Qingfeng casually tossed a pebble, and with a loud bang, the barrier was shattered into pieces.

With that, the battle was completely over.

None of the newcomers dared to move, their eyes fixed on Yang Qingfeng, their faces growing increasingly red, but this time it wasn't shame, but inexplicable excitement.

In less than a few seconds, the monster was annihilated, the situation was reversed, and a way out of a dead end suddenly appeared!

So slaying demons can be this simple!

Only after Yang Qingfeng flew away on his sword did the youths come to their senses with a sigh of relief, looking at each other in amazement.

"Thank God, I survived."

"Does anyone know who that senior is?"

"Didn't you just register your number, senior?"

"The Ghost-Faced Efeng, by the mandate of Heaven, slays the demon..."

The five-person team, brimming with a sense of justice, walked over from the side.

They gazed in the direction Yang Qingfeng had left, their eyes filled with longing and admiration.

The leader of the group of hot-blooded youths suddenly blurted out, "No way, I need to get a cloak too!"

Like Yang Qingfeng, most of the newly promoted humans are teenagers around sixteen or seventeen years old.

Young girls admire strength, and boys are no exception.

The only difference is that the young man's strength is different; the key is that he has to be handsome.

The outfit that Jiang Yuan designed for Yang Qingfeng was both mysterious and domineering, wicked yet righteous.

Especially the main body of the cloak, the fish-patterned robe, is both ancient and modern, profound and majestic, and exudes a chivalrous spirit that fits the public's aesthetic in an invisible way.

Even a fleeting glimpse was enough to ignite a strong desire in the boys.

Once the desire to imitate is born, the seed of idol worship is planted deep within; conversely, if the desire to escape is put into action, the seed of fear is planted deep within.

Yin Jiu-jun's strange howl traveled thousands of miles and continued until the teleportation ended, reaching the stronghold.

However, no matter who he told or how he explained it, most of the demons and ghosts scoffed and didn't take the so-called "encounter" seriously.

After being ignored for half a day, Yin Jiujun felt desperate, especially since a teammate had just teleported back before dying, and his body had been dragged out of the teleportation array and left on a pile of garbage nearby.

There's a dead body as evidence, so why doesn't anyone believe it?

My brother died such a tragic death, why doesn't anyone care?

Just as Yin Jiujun was beginning to doubt Yao Sheng, a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted over, accompanied by an incredibly soft and sweet voice, "Ah, you smell so nice."

Yin Jiu looked around in a daze and found an incredibly beautiful female ghost smiling at him, as if surviving a great calamity meant good fortune was on its way and he was about to have romantic luck!

"Is that so?"

Yin Jiujun instinctively straightened his chest, spread his wings, and with a quick retraction of his energy, he instantly cast aside any extraneous emotions, leaving only a sense of heroic spirit.

"I just returned from the rear of the human race. I had a fierce battle with that guy, so there might be a bit of blood involved."

"Oh, no wonder it smells so good."

"Um, what's your name?"

Suddenly, the terrifying image of Yang Qingfeng flashed through Yin Jiujun's mind, but he shook off the distracting thoughts without changing his expression and imitated Yang Qingfeng's deep voice, pretending to be profound.

"Hehehe, my name is Bai Xiaoxing, an undead."

Bai Xiaoxing covered her mouth and giggled, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

She could smell it; the little demon smelled of Yang Qingfeng.

If nothing unexpected happens, its master left something on this little demon.

"Bai Xiaoxing... Hmm, that's a very nice name. My name is Yin Jiujun, from the Dayan Silver Falcon Clan."

"You said you went to the human rear? Who is that guy? Can you tell me?"

Seeing that Bai Xiaoxing had taken the bait, Yin Jiujun was excited and immediately began to fabricate a story, turning his escape into a world-shaking, epic battle.

Bai Xiaoxing listened with shining eyes, then contacted Yang Qingfeng to confirm, before laughing even more heartily, "Efeng... Fengtian... Ninth Brother, you're amazing!"

Bai Xiaoxing suddenly called him "brother" in a sweet, coquettish voice, and Yin Jiujun's soul seemed to float away.

The alliance between demons and ghosts has lasted for countless years, but they rarely intermarry.

There are many reasons, but the generally accepted one is that the demon race is born with perfect human form and looks down on the ugly half-demon.

Therefore, in most half-demon groups, there is an unwritten honor that it is a great honor to abduct a beautiful female ghost, even if you don't bring her home, just having her by your side is a source of pride.

Bai Xiaoxing is obviously the best choice. She is beautiful, has a great figure, a sweet voice, and must have a very obedient personality. If you can win her over, your future life will be incredibly wonderful.

Yin Jiujun couldn't help but daydream, and in order to win the heart of the beauty, he pretended to be more and more profound, but in reality he couldn't control himself at all, and unconsciously told Bai Xiaoxing everything he knew without telling any lies.

Bai Xiaoxing teased him for a while, then subtly steered the conversation to the main topic, saying in a sweet voice, "That fellow is truly formidable; he must be a great figure among the human race. If Brother Jiujun can kill him, he will surely become famous throughout the world and be revered by thousands."

What kind of talk is this? Are you suggesting we go after that guy and fight him to the death?

Isn't that just asking for death?

Yin Jiujun instantly snapped out of it, but faced with Bai Xiaoxing's expectant gaze, he couldn't help but tremble. He forced himself to agree, "Hmph, that guy was just lucky."

"Once I've reorganized my forces, I'll definitely crush them and show you!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Bai Xiaoxing smiled sweetly, her beauty beyond compare.

Watching her sway her hips and walk away gracefully, Yin Jiujun felt as if the sky had brightened, and the fighting spirit in his chest was rekindled, burning ever brighter.

In the end, he couldn't wait to fight Efeng again.