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

"What should we do, elders..." The inner disciples were all panicked and at a loss. For them, the elders were their pillars of support at this moment.

The sword cultivator elder of the Sword Inquiry Sect whispered, "Old Duan, you take them and retreat first."

These inner disciples have no problem killing ordinary demonic beasts, but staying behind now is just to be used as targets by these demon kings.

Elder Duan didn't move. He looked at the group of disciples behind him and smiled bitterly, "We can't take them away, at least not all at once."

There are too many people.

"Then let's fight our way out." The sword cultivator elder didn't hesitate for long.

The disciples' lives are indeed precious, and they have no choice but to save them. However, the current situation is destined to result in someone's sacrifice, and there is no way to have both.

Thinking of the innocent disciples who died tragically, the two elders' hearts burned with rage. They attacked almost simultaneously, their sword strikes unleashing a terrifying pressure that struck several demon kings. Those who couldn't dodge were slashed and fell backward to the ground.

However, soon everyone was plunged into complete darkness.

It's unclear which demon king made the move, but he reached out and grabbed two disciples skilled in talisman cultivation, his sharp tail thorns pointed fiercely at them. "Form an array, or you'll die!"

The demon king's prototype is a scorpion, with a sharp tail tip that gleams with a chilling light. If you press it against its abdomen, you can crush them all to death with a little force.

The two inner disciples gritted their teeth, trembling all over, but did not make a move.

No.

You mustn't attack the elders...

The demons and cultivators were engrossed in their standoff, and neither noticed the two figures approaching silently.

Upon seeing the two captured inner disciples of their Moon Purity Sect, Song Hansheng was the first to lose his composure. Ye Qiao actually wanted to observe the attack patterns of these demon kings further before taking action, as that would be more prudent. However, Song Hansheng, who was observing with her, couldn't sit still after seeing the disciples of his sect.

The boy gripped the talisman tightly in his hand, and without hesitation, flew up rapidly. The sudden attack struck the demon king's tail with precision. Song Hansheng knew that the talisman was too weak to be effective against the demon king; it was like tickling him.

Therefore, the two talismans were aimed at different directions, one at the tip of his tail and the other at his eyes. When attached to the demon king's body, the talismans quickly dissipated and spread out a brilliant golden light. As if being roasted alive by the talismans, they melted into the demon king's body, causing him to burst out with an angry roar. His divine sense was slightly disturbed at this moment.

"Put them down." Song Hansheng said coldly, almost bursting with anger at this moment. How dare a group of demons swagger around in the cultivators' territory.

Adopting a defensive stance, Song Hansheng's fingertip talisman ignited a bright circle of fire, deflecting all the demons who tried to rush forward. The talisman array blocked them, creating a safe zone on the ground, preventing them from launching an attack.

"Little Song?"

Elder Duan Yu was stunned for a moment, then a look of joy flashed in his eyes. "You didn't go to the Land of Inheritance?"

Looking at the several demon kings that had surrounded them, along with the dense swarm of demonic beasts, Song Hansheng said, "They're back."

He frowned involuntarily. He had indeed greatly underestimated the reproductive capacity of demonic beasts; their sheer numbers far exceeded those of cultivators.

"Ah. A personal disciple." One of the demons grinned excitedly. "I didn't expect this. I didn't even have to go looking for you, and you actually delivered yourselves to my door."

They naturally dared not approach the place of inheritance, but who knew that a direct descendant would choose to walk into the trap.

"It is said that the talent passed down directly is the best. We'll see if it's true once we dig out your spiritual roots."

Song Hansheng looked at him expressionlessly. He needed to stall for time to give Ye Qiao a chance to memorize the moves, which would increase his chances of winning later.

The demon kings initially didn't take it seriously, but when they clashed, they clearly felt how strong they were.

He was clearly just a talisman cultivator. Yet, they couldn't even get close to him.

This Nascent Soul stage disciple is truly formidable, able to hold off three demon kings single-handedly without being at a disadvantage.

Unable to catch Song Hansheng, the Demon King reached out and attacked the group of incapacitated inner disciples. This time, Song Hansheng was indeed thrown off balance and instinctively threw out a talisman for defense. Just as he picked up the talisman, the Demon King quickly changed his move, feinting and aiming at Song Hansheng's neck.

Its speed is so fast that there is no way to avoid it.

Song Hansheng looked at the demon king charging towards him and suddenly clenched his mustard seed bag. He had a defensive talisman, but it was hard to say whether a high-grade defensive talisman could withstand the demon king's attack.

but……

He can't do it alone, there's still Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao, who had been lurking in the shadows, seized the opportunity and slashed down with a sword carrying the force of a shattering chariot. The sword grazed the ground and instantly flashed with a cold light, swiftly cutting off the demon king that was pouncing in front of it. The smell of blood spread, and this sword strike caught the demon beasts off guard, even more so than Song Hansheng's talisman. All the demon beasts hiding in the shadows were cleaved in two alive.

"Who?!" The Demon King quickly turned his head, his pupils flashing dangerously.

The Qingfeng Technique was activated, the sword was drawn, and a hurricane arose.

Reflected by the snow-white sword light, just like the bright eyes of a young girl, she sneered, "Your father is Ye Qiao of the Changming Sect."