I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Upon seeing what she was carrying, the demons' expressions changed several times, and one of their leaders angrily shouted:

"How dare you!"

"I think you're the one who's being audacious." Ye Qiao dodged slightly, placing the Demon Lord in front of her. Stepping on her flying sword, she landed in the group of disciples. This time, no one dared to stop her. If anyone tried to stop her, Ye Qiao would lift the Demon Lord up and hide behind them.

Who taught her to be so lewd?

She single-handedly brought the intense battle under control. The demons were genuinely taken aback by her unconventional tactics. Then, the young demon lord narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you intend to become an enemy of our demon race?"

"Why are you talking to us first?" Seeing Ye Qiao arrive, carrying a hostage, Mu Chongxi raised his chin, grinned, and said lightly, "Your Demon Lord is still in our hands. I advise you to think carefully before you speak, otherwise, if we get scared, we might just stab you with our swords."

"When the time comes..." he began, his words laced with blatant threat and malice.

The demons froze, not daring to make a move.

They all turned to look at the man who had previously appeared at the Golden Core stage, with a gentle and unassuming demeanor, as if awaiting his command.

With the righteous path holding a Demon Lord in their hands, the initiative has naturally fallen into the hands of the five sects. Several elders, seeing this scene, instinctively wanted to go out and take charge. It must be said, Ye Qiao did a good job.

"It's not over yet." Xie Chuxue lazily pulled the elder who wanted to leave. "That shouldn't be the Demon Lord's true form."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't have so easily said something like 'Let the Demon Lord change his personal disciple' in the first place."

"There will definitely be some hesitation. So don't rush things. Let them fight it out." Xie Chuxue mumbled. In his opinion, these little brats should have been trained long ago. Competitions and such couldn't compare to this kind of growth.

If they don't hurry, they won't be able to withstand any calamities that may befall the cultivation world in the future.

"Is this the Demon Lord?" Mingxuan crouched down. "Did he faint? Or did you kill him?"

Ye Qiao was displeased with his words, "How could I possibly kill someone? Of course he was unconscious."

Xue Yu poked the Demon Lord, looking at his pitiful and miserable appearance, and sighed, "When you were dragging him on your sword, you fell off more than once, didn't you? Poor Demon Lord." As he said this, he poked him so hard that he almost pressed him into the ground.

This must be revenge, right?

In retaliation for the scene of him making them kneel in a row.

Zhou Xingyun pressed down on the heads of his junior brothers and sisters, who were eager to poke at him, and said, "Stop poking them."

The demons are on the verge of losing their rationality.

These close associates started chatting as if no one else was around, completely ignoring them!

How similar this scene is!

Didn't Yun Que and the Demon Clan's young master also ignore those disciples in the same way before?

However, the two had only intended to give these disciples a taste of their own medicine. But seeing the Changming Sect's demeanor, they were truly engrossed in the conversation, exchanging words with great seriousness.

That's even more infuriating!

"Make your move." Finally, the demon leader spoke. "Take care of Ye Qiao first. They won't dare kill His Majesty directly, so there's no need to worry."

This doesn't sound right at all, does it? Ye Qiao narrowed her eyes, and as the Flying Immortal Sword swirled in her hand, the demons all retreated the moment she approached.

Evil things, especially those that cannot be seen in the light, are most afraid of the Flying Immortal Sword. This was the primary reason why it was able to occupy the top spot on the Spirit Sword Ranking. The previous owners of the Flying Immortal Sword all made their names in battles against the demon race.

"The Flying Immortal Sword." The young demon lord uttered these three words, sneering, "It's actually in your hands?"

He thought the sword was about to disappear into the Sword Cave of the Sword Inquiry Sect.

The moment the Flying Immortal Sword appeared, it was like a weapon of mass destruction. The demons instinctively took two steps back. This conditioned reflex caused the talisman cultivators to immediately move closer to her.

Mingxuan: "Rubbing against it."

Ye Qiao glanced at them speechlessly, but said nothing. She closed her longsword, and the sword light formed several pillars. No matter how fast the demons near her were, they could not outrun the speed of light. They were instantly killed the moment the sword passed through their bodies.

Ye Qiao gripped her sword in one hand and lazily held the Demon Lord with the other, asking, "He shouldn't be the Demon Lord's true form, right?"

The young demon lord sneered, glancing at her. "Distracted."

"We wouldn't need your physical body to capture you."

Mingxuan: "Oh." No wonder they were so calm before. I thought they really didn't care about this Demon Lord at all.

"So it was a clone. If that's the case, then it's okay for me to kill him, right?" Ye Qiao said, taking out her flying immortal sword and stabbing it towards the Demon Lord's neck.

Upon seeing this, the two Nascent Soul stage demons could no longer sit still. They were the first to leap up and attack her, their dark demonic energy closing in and their aura becoming terrifying.

Ye Qiao reacted quickly, grabbing the Demon Lord to shield herself, and said knowingly, "So you still care. Then why were you pretending just now?"

Since you care, that makes things easier.

She deftly shoved the Demon Lord into Mingxuan's hand, who was holding talismans and preparing to set up an array. "Whoever comes, smash them. If you can't dodge, just hide behind them. It's not their true form anyway, so if they die, they die."

Mingxuan reached out and grabbed it in disgust, "Fine, fine." But it just felt a bit strange to think about using the Demon Lord to smash the demons.

Not only did he find it strange, but the demons also had their own difficulties. Seeing their demon lord's avatar being beaten, they dared not actually fight back. What if the demon lord retaliated later and thought they were disrespectful?

With a gentle breeze and fluttering talismans, the young man vanished from his spot. Suddenly, in mid-air, Mingxuan grabbed the Demon Lord and swung him around, landing with a thud that killed five or six people.

Seeing this, Mingxuan was stunned for a moment before he was delighted: "You sword cultivators are really fun, huh?"

A fight is clean and efficient.

Mu Chongxi didn't even know how to comment on Mingxuan's terrible moves. Just the way Mingxuan suddenly grabbed someone and slammed them down, like Mount Tai crashing down, who wouldn't be speechless after seeing that?

He gave a perfunctory reply, picked up the Morning and Evening Sword, the sword shadows overlapping, and with a burst of power, he swept it across an open space. "Whatever makes you happy."

Kind-hearted Mu Chongxi decided not to dampen Mingxuan's enthusiasm this time.

Encouraged, Mingxuan immediately began to use talismans for self-defense while simultaneously attacking people.

Honestly, it's too much to bear.

What was Ye Qiao thinking, letting a talisman cultivator beat someone up?

"Speaking of which, are you still not stopping?" Mingxuan grabbed the Demon Lord that Ye Qiao had thrown to him with one hand to prevent him from waking up, and hit him on the back of the head several times. After making sure that the other party was really beaten half to death, he let out a "whoosh" and threw him to Mu Chongxi.

The demons rushed forward to snatch it, but Mu Chongxi was quicker and grabbed it. He was joking; he wasn't going to compete with the Changming Sect in speed.

"You bunch of people!! Hurry up and put down our Emperor!"

Mu Chongxi watched as several demonic energies chased after him, then promptly tossed them to Ye Qinghan, saying, "So stingy. What's wrong with playing around with your Demon Lord?"

"..."

Is something wrong?

Are you guys fighting? What are you doing?

Mingxuan snapped his fingers to activate the formation, and the barrier was erected without warning. Just now, a demon lord's body was used as cover, which provided a good hiding place, and no one noticed when he set up the formation.

A group of demons, who were engrossed in chasing their emperor, crashed into the barrier with a loud bang.

Song Hansheng sneered, "Is it fun? You fools from the demon race?"

The reversal of fortunes finally gave them a chance to shine. Previously, the situation had been in their favor, but the sheer number of opponents made the fight frustrating.

A vast expanse of golden net descended, and two Nascent Soul stage sword cultivators appeared in mid-air, holding magical artifacts and setting up the net.

With this coordinated effort, the originally densely packed demonic cultivators were wiped out, leaving only one-third of them.

"..."

"Where did they get such perfect understanding?" Elder Zhao was stunned.

Aren't these kids all pretty much at odds?

Xie Chuxue clicked her tongue twice, "This is the first time I've seen all the direct disciples here."

What a grand scene!

Chu Xingzhi's kick struck the Nascent Soul stage demon's heart squarely, while Ye Qiaofei's immortal sword traced an arc along her palm, then spun and thrust downwards.

Ultimately, they still had some reservations. The righteous path had a demon lord's clone, and if it were destroyed, it would be a devastating blow to the demon lord. Several talisman cultivators surrounding her also got the hang of it. Anyone who dared to get close would be redirected by the formation, and in a few quick moves, they couldn't even touch the hem of Ye Qiao's clothes.

The young demon lord's expression darkened.

They quickly and astutely noticed something else: were all these disciples actually fighting around that disciple named Ye Qiao?

Before Ye Qiao arrived, everyone was essentially fighting their own battles.

"That Ye Qiao. Taking care of her will make things much easier." Yun Que clutched the wound on her chest. Her already fragile spiritual root had almost been shredded by Ye Qinghan's sword strike.

And Song Hansheng, he really has a cruel heart.

The young demon lord, whose strength was at the Nascent Soul stage, instructed the demons to take good care of his beloved woman before leaping up, intending to take Ye Qiao down by surprise and seize back the Demon Lord.

He had barely made a sound, before he even made a move, when a voice came from behind him.

"Brother, play a game with Xiaoxi." A little boy appeared out of nowhere behind him, with his hands behind his back, tilting his head and smiling sweetly.

Then, he felt everything go black, all the scenes from before disappeared, leaving only pitch blackness and the smiling little boy in front of him.

The young demon lord felt a chill run down his spine.

In Xiaoqi's domain, anyone who isn't at the Nascent Soul stage will die with a single pull.

Ye Qinghan remained expressionless, his feet barely moving. A white light flashed, and he and Xiao Qi, one human and one ghost, dragged away several powerful demons.

The existence of domains is very peculiar; some cultivators cannot achieve it even after a lifetime of effort.

The domains are related to their paths, and each person's strength varies. So far, there has never been a weak domain.

The emergence of these two domains caused a massive extinction of the demons who had attempted to overwhelm the enemy with sheer numbers. They were all dragged into the domain battles, with very few emerging. The domains themselves essentially wiped out most of the battlefield.

Zhu You blinked. "Your Xiaoqi seems really amazing in this field."

Ye Qiao also switched to the Shadow Strike Sword during the journey. The Shadow Strike Sword was even faster than the Flying Immortal Sword. Specifically, it was so excited that it wanted to be as fast as lightning when it was being used for the first time. Before other sword cultivators had even finished their starting stances, it had already slashed several times.

"Xiaoxi is a time-attribute domain," Ye Qiao replied, her sword flashing. "What about your senior brother's?"

Zhu You pondered for a moment: "Isn't the name 'Frozen'?"

Ye Qiao blinked. "What determines the attributes within a domain?"

Ye Qinghan's domain is primarily ice, and Xiao Qi's is primarily time, so Ye Qiao guesses there should be other attributes involved. Each person's domain attribute is different.

That's quite amazing.

"I don't know about that." Zhu You tilted her head slightly. "It's just that in the cultivation world, there is never a weak domain among cultivators who have comprehended it. You can rest assured about that."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiao silently stretched out her hand, looking at the pale green light surging within it. "Then what attribute do you think this belongs to?"