Lord Holy Sword is unreliable again.

Wang Hong's heart tightened.

Little did he know what other surnames existed inside Lanxing Cliff!

His face remained impassive, and he coldly replied, "I've already said, my name is Wang Hong!"

Before Huang San could get angry, he added, "I'm an orphan!"

"An orphan?" Huang San's heart skipped a beat.

For nearly fifty years, Lanxing Cliff has been constantly ostracized and suppressed by other forces of the Wolf Clan. Many small branches have been unable to bear the harassment and have been forced to leave their homes.

There are quite a few orphans who have been left to wander outside.

He has always felt guilty about this.

As the royal family of Lanxing Cliff, Jiyuan failed to protect it. Whenever he thinks of these things, it feels as if a huge rock is pressing on his chest.

Thinking of what Wang Hongfang had repeatedly mentioned, "My mother told me not to go with strangers," his heart ached even more.

As Wang Hong observed Huang San's expression, he gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

The extermination of the Lanxing Cliff clan must have left behind orphans who fled to other places.

However, just as his body relaxed, Wang Hong felt a sudden chill on the back of his neck.

He stiffly rolled his eyes, only to realize that someone had appeared beside him at some point.

A man with a cold expression was staring intently at the space between his eyebrows. His gaze pierced through him like needles, reaching the very depths of his soul.

"Don't move, or you'll die!"

Wang Hong broke out in a cold sweat.

The holy sword in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to sense something and fell completely silent, not daring to emit even the slightest ripple.

Huang San, however, seemed not to have noticed the man at all.

This person must be a being above the Golden Core stage, otherwise Huang San would have been able to find him!

Who is he? Why did he suddenly appear here?

At that moment, a knocking sound suddenly rang out.

Huang San was immersed in guilt over the past when the sudden knock on the door startled him.

This place was a secret hideout he found a hundred miles away from Starship City, and he didn't know anyone here, so how could someone be knocking on the door?

"Boy, quickly conceal your aura, this newcomer is up to no good!"

Wang Hong was unable to speak at all.

The man then revealed a strange smile: "Don't rush, just watch the show!"

Watching a play?

What exactly is this person's purpose?

A faint unease stirred deep within Huang San's soul.

He transformed back into his dog demon form, suppressing his surprise and doubt, and asked calmly, "Who goes there?"

"The one who marries you, you dog!"

A cool, clear female voice came from outside the door.

Huang San suddenly clutched his chest. How could this be?

boom!

The door was kicked open suddenly.

A tall, slender figure in black stood at the doorway.

Her long, black hair was casually tied up with a simple jade hairpin, and a few strands swayed gently as she pulled her legs together.

A cold, black and gold battle armor cinched at the waist accentuated her unique and elegant beauty.

Huang San's face stiffened when he saw the person who had arrived, and he stood silently.

"Huang San? What a nice name." The woman slowly circled him, her clear, cold voice like ice water striking stone. "I've been looking for you for three years, only to find out your name is Huang San."

Huang San's face turned bitter, and his dog-like mouth twisted into a grimace: "Yun Ying..."

Yunying pressed her lips tightly together, a hint of tears welling in her eyes, but her voice remained icy: "Are you deaf and can't hear me, or do you simply not want to open the door for me?"

"If you hadn't just shown a trace of your life, I would never have found this wretched place even in my death!"

"What...do you want from me?" Huang San regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth.

Sure enough, Yunying laughed in exasperation: "I've been looking for you for three years, and you ask me why I'm looking for you?"

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The two looked at each other, neither speaking first.

After three years of hiding and searching, when the words finally came to mind, he didn't know where to begin.

After a long pause, Yunying whispered, "I've found a clue from back then."

Huang San's expression changed drastically: "Didn't I tell you not to interfere?!"

Yunying spoke softly, yet each word was clear: "Those who attacked Lanxing Cliff back then were not from my demon race."

Huang San stood there, stunned.

Not a demon?

"Who...is that?"

Yunying shook her head: "The cultivation method they practice is fundamentally different from ours."

She looked up and stared directly at Huang San, saying resolutely, "No matter who they are, I will find out the truth."

Huang San's heart tightened. He knew Yun Ying's personality all too well; once she made a decision, no one could change it.

"Stop investigating." His voice lowered, becoming hoarse. "Even my father, a Nascent Soul cultivator, couldn't escape death. You and I—"

"I'll stay with you."

Huang San was taken aback, and a warm feeling welled up in his chest.

Despite being an enemy of the world, there are still people willing to stand by his side.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a round of applause from behind him.

"What a loving couple."

He turned his head sharply and saw a man sitting next to Wang Hong, clapping his hands slowly and deliberately.

"Huang Ji? How did you find this place?"

Huang San's face drained of all color, turning ashen.

Yunying's expression changed drastically. She turned to look at Huang San, her voice trembling, "It's all my fault. I'm the one who attracted them..."

As she spoke, she quietly activated the teleportation talisman deep within her dantian.

That was the last means of survival her father left her.

Huang Ji didn't even glance at the two of them, but instead said to Wang Hong as if no one else was there, "What I like most is watching you die in despair amidst that pitiful sliver of happiness!"

He glanced at Huang San, then suddenly two beams of black light shot from his eyes, striking Wang Hong directly into his body: "You should open your dog eyes and see what kind of thing your kinsman really is!"

"Such a perfect human form..."

Huang Ji no longer concealed himself, unleashing a powerful aura of a Nascent Soul Realm expert.

Huang Ji completely shattered the Holy Sword's disguise, and Wang Hong's human aura uncontrollably poured out.

A cold glint flashed in Huang Ji's eyes.

The great shaman's prediction was indeed correct; there really were extraterrestrial visitors!

When he reached out and grasped Wang Hong's hand, Wang Hong felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on him, and his body was about to be crushed.

Just then, the Holy Sword emitted a strange fluctuation, and the pressure on his body suddenly lessened.

However, the aura of the holy sword was also leaked out uncontrollably as a result.

"The divine creation within you... is actually of such a high level?"

Huang Ji's breathing stopped abruptly, and he involuntarily closed his eyes tightly.

In this era of declining spiritual energy and a pervasive sense of decay, this aura was like a celestial furnace suddenly cleaving through the silent night.

Intense, abrupt, so dazzling that it's hard to look directly at it!

Huang Ji felt a surge of wild joy. He stared intently at Wang Hong, his voice trembling slightly, "Kid, you just came down from the sky, didn't you?"

"What?"

Huang San and Yun Ying both lost their voices at the same time.

Wang Hong was shocked. Who exactly was Huang Ji? How could he possibly know his background?

Huang Ji gently raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

"Buzz!"

The surrounding air instantly froze, turning into invisible shackles that pinned Wang Hong firmly to the spot.

What's even more alarming is that he felt the Holy Sword's fluctuations suddenly intensify, as if it were being pulled by an invisible force, about to burst out of his body!

"Wait! I have something to say!" Wang Hong shouted through gritted teeth.

The pressure on my body eased slightly.

"There's a great secret hidden in this Starship City!"

Huang Ji looked curious; he wasn't worried at all about what tricks the person in front of him might play.

He wanted to see what interesting things this rat would say in its desperate attempt to survive.

Wang Hong's brain was working at lightning speed.

Judging from Huang San's expression, Huang Ji is very likely the mastermind behind the destruction of Lanxing Cliff back then.

After finding Huang San, he didn't kill him immediately. Instead, he hid and watched the show from the sidelines, which clearly shows that he is a psychopath!

"Starship City is no ordinary city," Wang Hong said, emphasizing each word. "It's a city that can fly."

Huang Ji's face showed surprise. "How did you know!"

Could it be that these extraterrestrial visitors came specifically for the Holy Ship?

"boom!"

Taking advantage of Huang Ji's momentary lapse in concentration, Yun Yunying suddenly detonated the teleportation talisman deep within her dantian.

Her spiritual power surged wildly, causing the talisman to glow with a burst of black light. The power of space exploded like a raging torrent, engulfing Wang Hong and Huang San simultaneously.

"Go!" In such a critical situation, she didn't have time to think about where she would teleport the three of them!

Centered on the cloud shadow, violent spatial fluctuations spread out, blocking Huang Ji's oppressive aura.

"Spatial teleportation?"

Huang Ji snorted coldly, his figure moving like lightning, his five fingers tearing through layers of spatial ripples, reaching straight for Wang Hong, his fingertips almost touching the hem of Wang Hong's clothes.

Just then, the holy sword in Wang Hong's sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently.

A beam of silvery-white light suddenly shot out from between his eyebrows, almost tangible, and poured straight into the teleportation talisman.

[Space jump detected... Enhance teleportation...]

The spatial force instantly collapsed into a vortex, engulfing the three of them!

The Holy Sword's energy is exhausted...

As Huang Ji grasped at empty air, the moment his five fingers closed, the closing spatial rift, like countless lightless blades, swept across his wrist.

The hand was severed cleanly at the root and flew away in a spinning motion.

He staggered a step, staring at his bare wrist, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The spatial forces at the break point were still hissing, preventing the regeneration of flesh and blood.

"Such terrifying teleportation fluctuations..."

This is something that a teleportation scroll could never do.

He closed his eyes, his divine sense spreading out like a tide, carefully sensing the dissipating aura...