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

"Who said I only know how to hide?" She flashed a bright smile and stomped him hard on the ground.

Of course, we can't win in a fight.

But at least I need to vent my anger.

Surprisingly, he wasn't being overwhelmed by the quasi-god-level opponent. Instead, he gradually led her away from the initial planned path. Originally, he only wanted to use his whip to grab or torture Ye Qiao, but she had maxed out her dodging ability and was very skilled in close combat. Every time Ye Qiao approached him, it seemed that he could perfectly block her attacks, but at the same time, she was also familiarizing herself with her moves.

Realizing Ye Qiao's terrifying learning and memory speed, he gradually became more hesitant in wielding his whip, until Ye Qiao sneaked up in front of him without him noticing and kicked him away hard.

To be kicked away by a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm is an utter disgrace!

He lost all interest in toying with Ye Qiao, discarded the whip that had been holding him back, and punched her hard with his bare fist.

The Frost Sword and the Flying Immortal Sword reacted simultaneously, enveloping her in ice and soft light.

His attack, instead of killing Ye Qiao, struck two sword spirits, fueling his pent-up anger. He waved his hand, scattering the two troublesome sword spirits. "You really think you can just come and go as you please in our Demon Realm?"

The Left Protector blew a whistle, and the moment the melodious sound rang out, countless unfamiliar auras appeared all around.

The demonic cultivators who had been hiding on the periphery in fear of the lightning tribulation suddenly swarmed up in droves.

It felt like a zombie apocalypse. Ye Qiao gripped her flying sword tightly without showing any emotion. "What's going on?"

"It's a method used by the demons to control their subordinates," Meng Liu frowned. "Here, hierarchy is everything; they only obey those in power. It's a kind of command. Anyway, let's escape quickly."

She twirled her spirit sword for a moment, looked at the demons all around, and clicked her tongue softly. It was indeed annoying. Mingxuan and the others were worried about the same situation. How could they safely retreat in a short time when they were surrounded by a dense group of demons?

"Hold on a little longer, can you hold them off for a few more minutes?" Ye Qiao's mind raced. She grabbed Meng Liu and, to motivate him, began to promise him a glimpse of what was to come: "I'll take you back in a bit."

"This pie in the sky is really well drawn." Meng Liu understood what she meant. He lit a few talismans and smeared blood on them. He was good at all kinds of assassination techniques, and he was good at one-on-one fighting and sneak attacks, but he was not good at group battles.

The Left Protector was watching intently as so many demons attacked together.

If we drag it out, we'll only be risking our lives to do so.

Meng Liu is now on a pirate ship and can't get off. He hopes Ye Qiao won't disappoint him.

Ye Qiao pleaded earnestly, "I don't usually make empty promises. Just help hold them off for a little while longer, and then I'll definitely take you to get revenge. Please."

While Meng Liu diligently went up to buy her time, Ye Qiao hid behind and frantically called out to Mu Li in her mind.

"Xiao Ai. Do you want to possess me?" Ye Qiao turned her gaze to the stolen Bu Jianjun, knowing that time was running out, and kept calling out to Mu Li.

At first, no one answered, but later Mu Li finally spoke up hesitantly, "What do you want to do?" Ye Qiao's unsolicited kindness was hard not to give one a bad feeling.

Ye Qiao smiled insincerely, "Didn't we say before that if you teach me how to kill, I'll let you possess me once? Don't be nervous, remember? This was just a deal between us. You teach me assassination, I'll let you possess me once. This opportunity won't come again."

Mu Li's eyes widened. "Now you want me to possess you?" Is this some kind of order for him to clean up a mess?

Moreover, Ye Qiao's words were most likely either a trap or meant to harm him. In the end, his yearning for the freedom of living overwhelmed his reason, and he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid I won't pay you back later?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiao's tone became slightly strange: "I think you shouldn't?"

Trust him that much? Mu Li almost sneered. He was a demon, a demon who wouldn't let go of any chance of resurrection. If he could truly possess her, he would absolutely not give Ye Qiao any chance to escape.

After Mu Li responded, the two reached an agreement to exchange their divine senses. Ye Qiao immediately closed off her boundless divine senses, shrinking them to a range she could control. Then she emptied her consciousness to make it easier for the Demon Lord to take over.

A wisp of remnant soul can easily dissipate if one is not careful. Even when he was in control, Mu Li was almost squeezed out by Ye Qiao's powerful divine sense in an instant.

He muttered to himself, "How cunning! No wonder she's so confident; she's clearly very confident in her divine sense."

At this moment, no one noticed any change in Ye Qiao, who was hiding behind Meng Liu and seemed to be in a daze.

The moment the silent exchange ended, before Mu Li could even savor the feeling of being alive again, a blade slashed down at him.

Meng Liu instinctively grabbed Ye Qiao's clothes and took a step back. Mu Li, who was almost cleaved in two by the sneak attack, almost cursed. What's going on?

First came an assassination attempt, then the fourth bolt of heavenly lightning finished brewing and suddenly rushed towards Mu Li. The pain of his meridians being washed and broken by the heavenly lightning made him fully understand where Ye Qiao got the courage to lend him her body.

He simply couldn't withstand so many lightning strikes!

If he doesn't switch back, he'll have to bear the upcoming tribulation by himself.

If you were to ask what Mu Li fears most about failing to ascend, it would undoubtedly be heavenly lightning.

He instinctively tried to dodge the heavenly lightning, which would have been easy for him, but as soon as he managed to avoid it, demons from all directions began to attack him.

Mu Li had barely taken a breath of the Demon Realm air when he was relentlessly chased and attacked by his own descendants. His face gradually went expressionless. At first, he thought he could just endure it, but the increasingly fierce attacks from all around made his expression turn completely cold.

In places where the Demon Lord hierarchy is extremely strict, those in power are absolutely not allowed to be challenged in any way. Compared to the other generations of Demon Lords, his personality is considered mild. Even the best temper can't withstand being bombarded by a group of people.

"They're so bold," said Bujianjun, who had been sheathed.

Ye Qiao's tone was slightly more exaggerated than his, "Yes, they actually dared to provoke the great Demon Lord."

One person and one sword spirit, enjoying the spectacle and stirring up trouble, frantically fanned the flames.

Their words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire of his already angry heart. Mu Li could see that Ye Qiao was deliberately provoking him, but even though he saw through it, he still couldn't suppress his anger.

He dodged the lightning tribulation, and within seconds, countless demons rushed to attack him. How could the dignity of the first Demon Lord be preserved?

Ye Qiao cheered in her mind, "Go, Xiao Ai! Let them see the power of the First Demon Lord when he used 'Unseen Ruler'!"

Mu Li nearly went deaf from being yelled at. He gritted his teeth and said, "...You little brat. It's a good thing you weren't born in our generation, or you'd be beaten to death with your personality."

Damn it, thousands of years have passed, how come such a bizarre person has emerged among the cultivators of the Path of the Common People throughout history?

Mu Li stretched out his palm and clenched it, a terrifying aura spreading silently. Seeing that Jun no longer disgusted him, the tacit understanding between the two over a hundred years could not be destroyed overnight.

He opened his hand, and the "Unseen Lord" that had been steadily held in the left protector's hand suddenly flew into his hand.

Mu Li firmly gripped the spirit sword in his hand, the dark patterns on it glowing slightly as he held it. He took a deep breath, feeling a long-lost joy of being alive again.

No one is more suitable than the Demon Lord to achieve a state of perfect harmony between mind and sword; he is the first Sword Master of the Unseen Lord.

The black stick that he had been tightly gripping suddenly slipped from his hand. The Left Protector turned his head and opened his eyes wide, seeing the black stick fly straight into Ye Qiao's hand.

He didn't even understand what was going on. His hand still felt the icy touch of when he had just grabbed Bujianjun. The spirit sword had reacted too quickly, and he hadn't been able to grab it immediately. The Left Protector stared intently at the scene before him.

Suddenly, Jun stood close to Ye Qiao. The moment the girl got the stick, he swung it open, and it vanished like specks of ink. The magical artifact, which had been budding and resembled a magic staff, fully opened at this moment, giving rise to a huge magic array. As the spiritual energy was absorbed by the array, its range continued to expand.

and many more.

He slightly widened his eyes.

The petals in the staff form were actually in full bloom.

He was one of the few demons who broke through to the next realm without seizing the cultivation of others, making him one of the most talented demons.

A fully open state is extremely rare, practically impossible.

This terrifyingly precise control surprised him greatly. He suddenly looked up and met Ye Qiao's gaze, his heart trembling slightly.

If Ye Qiao initially gave off a harmless and peaceful vibe, then at this moment it seems like a complete transformation has taken place.

Ye Qiao's control over Bujianjun was clearly inferior to theirs, but the moment he took the sword, the girl's aura made his legs go weak for a moment.

For a moment, the Left Protector's eyes were filled with all sorts of emotions, but the most intense was shock.

How could Ye Qiao possibly snatch Bu Jianjun from him? He's a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"How dare you? You mere Nascent Soul cultivator are not worthy of taking..." The Left Protector suppressed his inexplicable fear, his expression sinister. Before he could finish his sentence, Mu Li slapped him hard into the ground.

Mu Li smiled sinisterly, "Are you saying I'm not good enough?"

The Left Protector opened his mouth as if to speak, but the next second he was sent flying backward and crashed into the ground in a sorry state. His ribs were broken, and his chest was crushed by a foot. He coughed up a mouthful of blood in a sorry state. A dignified Nascent Soul cultivator was actually beaten into a state of disarray by three moves.

The Nascent Soul stage cultivator had a good physique and recovered in just a moment. To his disbelief, he couldn't even catch the movement of a Nascent Soul cultivator when he made a move.

Lying inside the divine consciousness, Ye Qiao laughed so hard she rolled on the floor at the sight of this dog-eat-dog scene.

She created such a deep level of hatred for herself just for this moment.

The Demon Lord's orders are irreversible and cannot be challenged in the slightest. If they want to escape unscathed, they will have to borrow Mu Li's power to intimidate them and make them afraid to act rashly.

This is why Ye Qiao told Mu Li from the beginning that she could let him possess her body once.

She lay within her consciousness, quietly watching the Demon Lord in front of her put on airs, wanting to see how he used the "Ignore the Lord" technique.

Even if the Demon Lord is weak, he is still the first Demon Lord. Moreover, if Jun could be so powerful in Meng Liu's hands, then his power would only be greater in the hands of the Demon Lord.

In other words, as soon as he came out, he was beaten up by his own descendants.

Come on, let's make the fight even more intense! She loves watching these kinds of dark scenes where people unleash their fury on their own kind.

Before I could see you pass through a group of demons and fall into Ye Qiao's hands, the sword wind you stirred up emanated a pressure that made some of the weaker demons kneel down, while the stronger demons began to look around, as if they could smell a familiar aura.

Meng Liu was suddenly struck by the sight of Bujian Jun flying past countless people into Ye Qiao's hand. The girl gently shook it, appearing quite skilled, and magic arrays emerged from the staff in a flurry. He had used it before and it was already quite impressive, but compared to what he was seeing now, it was nothing.

The Left Protector was equally terrified, trembling as he tried to get up, but the voice he heard made him turn pale.

Mu Li was furious, and that terrifying aura instantly enveloped the entire chaotic scene.

He gave a sinister laugh. "Do you all want to die?"

The black sword spirit was suddenly pulled over. He was disgusted, but the tacit understanding built up over a hundred years was hard to erase. Realizing it was Ye Qiao's doing, he could only grit his teeth and accept it.

The black sword spirit closed its eyes, and its shadow materialized into a hazy, indistinct form, merging into the sword.

A state of unity.

"If it's not suitable, it's not suitable." Meng Liu was certain that his judgment was correct. He had a special physique, similar to the innate sword bones of the righteous path. He could easily master all sword styles and magical weapons and was never rejected. Based on this, he could conclude that the path of all living beings and the path of slaughter were absolutely incompatible.

What is this state of perfect harmony between man and sword?

Meng Liu also noticed the petals on the staff above, which seemed to have five petals.

This sword spirit is undoubtedly powerful, but those with average cultivation can only use it once. Using it again would likely result in the sacrifice of the entire person. Opening it to three petals already delayed things considerably. In Ye Qiao's hands, it...

It was in a state of full opening of all five petals.

He opened his mouth slightly. Ye Qiao, is she that strong?

"Ye Qiao?" Meng Liu asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?" Her whole demeanor was strange. Even her breathing had changed.

It looks pretty scary.

To be fair, he still held the Demon Lord in awe, or rather, in a demon race where class discrimination is severe, no one would not revere their superior.

Not only did he realize this problem, but everyone else looked at Ye Qiao with the same fear and unease, not daring to breathe.

This aura looks just like it.

...The Demon Lord descended.