The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Hou Cang turned his head and focused on dealing with Qian Yu.

Although he didn't know why this person's methods were so unorthodox, it didn't stop it from arousing his strong fighting desire.

Sword energy crisscrossed, weaving a fine net around the white-robed youth. It was as awe-inspiring as sunlight piercing through an iceberg, its sharp power refracting and blocking all invisible attacks.

But the strange emotions lingering in my heart still persist.

That is the inferiority complex of an ant when looking up to a powerful god, and the despair of being unable to put up any resistance when facing annihilation.

The invisible force of annihilation seemed intent on destroying the will of any fighter who wanted to resist and struggle.

Those who resist, die.

Hou Cang raised his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised his sword again.

No one in this world can make him bow his head, not even the most powerful person.

Moreover, the strongest being in the Insight Realm, the number one in the world, has only one god.

No one but her can make him bow down.

He endured the heavy, weak feeling in his hands and struggled to lift his sword when a somewhat comical voice suddenly came from behind him.

Although Hou Cang had never heard of this damned operation before, he still managed to figure it out.

Xi Qin's tone was almost human-like, "Uncle-Master, fly high! We'll always be with you!"

Hou Cang's face contorted, but the almost devastating sense of defeat that had been weighing on his heart was temporarily dispelled.

He raised his eyes, his gaze resolute. "What kind of thing is this, daring to call yourself a Venerable One? You're not worthy!"

A demon is a demon; there's no such thing as a demon lord.

A surge of sword energy erupted as he raised his hand to form a hand seal. A divine seal between his brows radiated a chilling divine light. "Under my sword, all beings are equal."

The zither's melody suddenly became serious, the music stirring, like a thousand troops, red banners waving, dark clouds pressing down on the city, a general standing with his sword drawn, capable of breaking through ten thousand armies.

The merciless sword intent swept forward, instantly turning the nearby glass bead into dust.

The man in black seemed only slightly surprised, but he quickly made another move. This time, a large hand slowly emerged from the vortex, intending to crush the person on the ground into the ground.

Hou Cang immediately raised his hand and formed a hand seal, condensing a spiritual energy shield. Then, under the heavy pressure, he raised his sword and went up.

The beads that Hou Cang had not yet broken went straight for the trio behind them.

Yuan Ye paused in playing the zither, and the puppet guarding in front was instantly cut in half, its wooden shell and intricate internal mechanisms neatly sliced ​​apart without any obstruction.

Yan Qing raised his sword and charged forward. The heavy blade had barely touched the invisible barrier when it felt as if he had touched the most resilient thing in the world. Before he could even withdraw his power, the invisible line had already torn through his robes and cut into his flesh, and blood spurted out instantly.

"Yan Qing!!!" Ni Jinxuan saw the blood line and quickly whipped the person back. She then spun around in the air and used the power of the spin to try to break through the invisible but extremely terrifying power line around her with the whip.

"Be careful! Don't move rashly!" Yan Qing flung out two magical artifacts, and Yuan Ye gritted his teeth and pulled the Xiqin, changing the tune. The two cooperated again, clearly distinguishing the surrounding power lines and obstacles through the rebound of the sound attack.

In that instant, the three usually optimistic people suddenly felt a deadly despair.

Powerful, high above, far superior to them, with nowhere to hide, and no power to fight back.

Those things, so lowly that a passerby could easily destroy their entire home and lives with a single kick—these are the things of an ant.

"Damn it." Yan Qing cursed for the first time, looking down at the deep, bone-revealing wound, gritting his teeth, and switched the knife to the other hand. "This clothing is the highest-grade defensive magic robe."

Yuan Ye's hands were trembling as he played the violin. "You run first. You have the Flying Blade Horn, you can run fast and you can still run."

Yan Qing gripped the knife tightly, half of her blue robe stained with blood. "But what about you? Are you still going to play the violin here? Where's Jin Xuan?"

"You take Jinxuan away, I'll stay." Yuan Ye looked at the ball that kept colliding and approaching. "If I'm not here, I'm afraid Fourth Uncle really won't be able to hold on."

Such powerful sonic attacks and suggestive abilities could not be completely neutralized even by his master. Once the music stops and Hou Cang gives up the fight, Yan Qing and Jin Xuan will have no chance to escape and will only be able to wait for death.

"Let's go!!!" Yuan Ye roared, "Stop dawdling! Stop worrying about your worthless loyalty! Take Jin Xuan and leave!!"

Ni Jinxuan's eyes were red. "Let's go first. I just tried, but I can't send a message. Let's go back and call the sect leader as quickly as possible. You hold on! I will definitely come back."

She hurriedly retrieved all the defensive talismans, activated them instantly, then tossed all the defensive magical artifacts and life-extending elixirs she had collected to Yuan Ye. Using her whip to hook Yan Qing, she said, "Let's go!"

Under that enormous palm, Hou Cang's figure was almost invisible, as if the sky had crashed down and pressed onto the ground.

Then Cang was the tallest and the last one to carry the load.

Yan Qing used his fastest speed to try to escape with Jin Xuan, but suddenly a strange barrier resembling the foot of a giant appeared in front of them. It stomped down heavily, causing the ice surface to crack and debris to fly everywhere. Yan Qing and Jin Xuan, whose feet barely touched the ground, were instantly buried in the snow.

Yuan Ye's hands, gripping the zither, bulged with veins. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and vigorously rubbed the strings.

Even when they are at their wits' end, even when they are all alone and unable to hold on, they have no choice but to persevere and hold on.

Despair filled the hearts of the four people. Suddenly, they heard the incessant howls of wolves and giant elephants. Then, the two people buried in the snow were suddenly pulled out by the ice mountain that rose from the ground.

"I said," a familiar female voice rang out in the dim world. The voice was not loud, and even a little too calm and deep, but it was exceptionally clear.

"On my turf, did they even ask for my opinion before taking action against my people?"

In an instant, Yuan Ye suddenly looked up, opened his eyes, and looked at the distant, snowy patch of sky.

The horde of monsters that had previously disappeared in the far north all surged forward, with three figures hanging at the forefront.

The voice came from the figure in the middle, whose skin was a clear blue after the rain.

"Junior Uncle!" Yuan Ye suddenly stood up amidst a burst of precious light.

At the center of the vortex, a sword light suddenly shattered the giant hand formed by demonic energy, and a slightly irritable voice rang out.

"Lin Du, what are you doing here! Don't you know your own limitations? Go back! Call your ice sculpture master, who's always frozen on the ice, to come and crush this damn Demon Lord! Otherwise, you'll all die."

Hou Cang had heard many curses and vulgarities when he was young, but he never uttered them again after entering the Supreme Sect. He always appeared in front of others with an aloof and indifferent demeanor, but at this moment, it was as if he had torn off his skin and suddenly let out the resentment that had been accumulating for many years.

Lin Du remained calm and looked at the man in black. "Oh, so you've kept a trick up your sleeve."

Her tone was casual, and with a wave of her hand, a flurry of snowflakes began to fall, as if a deity of the land were proclaiming the intruder's identity: "A Fallen God."

Hou Cang turned his head in surprise and looked at the black figure.

Even those who could usually keep up with Lin Du's train of thought were stunned. Yuan Ye's hand trembled as he played the violin. "Huh?"

"Not Qianyu?" Jinxuan stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"It really wasn't Qianyu! I knew this glass bead was weird! Its moves were all wrong too!" Yan Qing suddenly realized.

Hou Cang, who had raised the child for three years, completely lost her composure at this moment. "Fallen God, Fallen God! You knew you were a fallen god, yet you still came! Can you even beat me?! I can't even beat you!!"

"Who says I can't win?" Lin Du suddenly leaped into the air, landing in front of Hou Cang, his gray eyes frost-like. "Who is the god here?"

"It's me." She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the ice beneath the black-clad man's feet crumbled.

The once solid ice was now shattered, each step causing a shard to break. The previously imposing Fallen God suddenly appeared lonely and pitiful.