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

"Are you sure you can handle this, Song Hansheng?"

"Still showing mercy to a woman at a time like this?"

He missed several arrows in a row, which inevitably aroused the dissatisfaction of others.

Yun Que is only at the peak of the Golden Core stage. Song Hansheng, a cultivator nearing the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, can't defeat her? What a joke!

Song Hansheng's face darkened: "She always manages to 'just happen' to dodge it."

Su Zhuo hurriedly dodged the attacks, throwing out one defensive talisman after another, explaining, "Yun Que is very lucky." Having spent so much time together, Su Zhuo wasn't surprised at all that Yun Que picked up a spiritual weapon as soon as she went out; his junior sister's luck had always been extraordinary.

"I'll give it a try." Mingxuan suspected that he was holding back, so he snatched the crescent crossbow and prepared to go into battle himself. The boy nimbly spun around to avoid the demon's blade, and the crescent crossbow fired five more arrows in quick succession.

As a result, they failed every time.

His beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened. "This can't be right."

It's one thing to miss once, but to miss five times in a row? They would have died hundreds of times over in a real fight.

Song Hansheng sneered. Seeing Ming Xuan's discomfiture, he said in a cold voice, "I already said it wasn't my fault."

He was also very puzzled, as each time his penis just barely grazed her vital parts.

Ye Qiao was so envious of this luck that she cried.

Yun Que noticed their repeated failures, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. Her soft, gentle voice turned sharp: "Do you think just anyone is worthy to touch me?"

She is different from them.

She and Ye Qinghan are unique, even special.

While the talisman and weapon cultivators provided cover, the sword cultivator grabbed several injured Wenjian Sect disciples, mounted their flying swords, and made their escape.

Taking advantage of the speed of the Broken Dust Wind Spirit Root, which surpassed that of all other spirit roots, Zhou Xingyun stealthily approached Yun Que from behind. Given Ming Xuan and the others' previous failure, he didn't go for the kill; it wouldn't have mattered anyway. He struck her hard on the back of the neck with his sword sheath, knocking her unconscious in one blow. He grabbed Ye Qinghan, whose consciousness was blurred from blood loss, and said, "Come with us."

His swordsmanship is far superior to Mu Chongxi's, making him the perfect person to lead the group.

Seeing that Zhou Xingyun's sneak attack had succeeded, Mu Chongxi grabbed Zhu You and prepared to slip away. He quickly noticed something was amiss, "Where's your spirit sword?"

Zhu You's voice was flat, tinged with helplessness: "It's been broken."

The spirit sword can be reshaped, so she wasn't too upset. At most, the backlash from having her natal sword broken made her look quite pale.

This wasn't the time to talk. Zhu You was dragged away by Mu Chongxi. Looking at the people left behind to cover their retreat, she unconsciously clenched her fist slightly. "What about them?"

"Never mind them." Mu Chongxi wanted to comfort her, but after racking his brains for a long time, he said, "Those demonic cultivators are all idiots. Without setting up a barrier formation, Song Hansheng and the others were able to leave using teleportation talismans. The weapon cultivators have even more varied ways of escaping."

"So..." his voice trailed off, "Don't worry."

Mu Chongxi and Zhou Xingyun each took a disciple and quickly left the scene. Their sword-flying speed was unparalleled, and in the blink of an eye, they left the other Nascent Soul stage cultivators behind.

The leader of the demons smirked: "You people are truly courageous."

They actually dared to appear in front of them together.

According to their original plan, these close associates should have left long ago.

The group attacked them all at once, catching them completely off guard.

"Fuck your grandma's legs." Shen Ziwei deftly flicked the blade in her hand, severing the rope that flew towards her, and grabbed Chu Xingzhi, using the magic artifact to move away from this place of trouble.

The demon leader, who had been teasing them with a mocking tone, suddenly changed his expression as he watched the group vanish one by one. "Where are they?"

"They're gone." Seeing them leave one by one, Yun Que slowly and cautiously stood up, whispering softly, "What do we do?"

In just a short while, these people had already disappeared.

Seeing his subordinates standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, the man calmed down. "It's alright, take your time looking."

He calmly curled his lips into a smile: "The cities around the Five Sects are only so big, let's see where they can hide."

This is a cat-and-mouse game, and unfortunately, these scattered heirs are the mice.