Xue Wuying saw through Shi Hun Zun’s thoughts, leaned close to his ear and whispered: “Lord, we still have people, we can continue the competition. As long as we win, we can still make them hand over the sacrificial scripture.”
Shi Hun Zun nodded and said to the demon cultivator team: “Who else is willing to go up and challenge?”
The demon cultivator team was silent for a moment, then a figure flashed and arrived at the centre of the battlefield.
This was a young man dressed in a black long robe, his face covered by a mask, making his appearance invisible, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
“I’ll do it.”
The young man’s voice was hoarse and low.
Zi Yuan looked at the young man before her, her heart tightening.
She could sense that this young man’s aura was stronger than Mu Baiyi’s, and very eerie, as if it came from hell itself.
“Who are you?” Zi Yuan asked.
“You don’t need to know.”
The young man said coldly, “Make your move.”
Zi Yuan did not hesitate, gripping her long sword, and launched an attack once more.
The long sword struck like a green snake emerging from its cave, thrusting straight at the young man’s throat.
The young man swayed his body, easily dodging Zi Yuan’s attack.
His speed was faster than Mu Baiyi’s, and his movements were very strange, as if unaffected by gravity.
“Hmm?”
Zi Yuan was startled inwardly, quickly adjusting her sword technique, and attacked the young man again.
The young man still easily evaded Zi Yuan’s attack, and even occasionally launched counterattacks against her.
His attacks were very bizarre, with no fixed forms, yet every move targeted Zi Yuan’s vulnerabilities directly.
Zi Yuan gradually fell into a disadvantage, her breathing growing more rapid, her face becoming paler.
After the intense battle with Mu Baiyi earlier, her spiritual power had already been depleted considerably, and now facing a stronger opponent, she felt somewhat overwhelmed.
“Zi Yuan is in danger!”
Wu Hao said anxiously.
Chen Ping also furrowed his brows, sensing that this young man’s strength was very formidable, and the aura on him was very peculiar, unlike that of ordinary demon cultivators.
In the battlefield, the young man’s attacks grew fiercer, forcing Zi Yuan to retreat repeatedly.
Several wounds had already appeared on her body, blood staining her clothes red.
“It’s time to end this.”
The young man said coldly, suddenly producing a black dagger in his hand, the dagger emanating a thick aura of death, thrusting straight at Zi Yuan’s heart.
A flicker of despair crossed Zi Yuan’s eyes, as she no longer had the strength to dodge.
Just as the black dagger was about to pierce Zi Yuan’s heart, a beam of golden spiritual power suddenly shot from the side, clanging against the dagger and deflecting it.
At the same time, a figure flashed, blocking in front of Zi Yuan.
He looked at the wounds on Zi Yuan’s body, a flash of anger in his eyes: “Are you alright?”
Zi Yuan shook her head: “I’m fine, thank you.”
Chen Ping nodded, turned to face the young man in the black robe, his gaze as cold as eternal ice: “You dare to hurt her, you’re courting death!”
The young man looked at Chen Ping, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, but he still feigned composure: “This is a duel between us demon cultivators and them, why are you interfering?”
“Duel?”
Chen Ping sneered, “When Mu Baiyi tried to kill Leng Yun earlier, why didn’t you say it was a duel? Now that you’re trying to kill Zi Yuan, I can’t interfere?”
The young man was left speechless, unsure of what to say.
Seeing this, Shi Hun Zun said coldly: “You wish to interfere?”
“It’s not my turn yet, when I do act, you’ll have no path to survival!”
After Chen Ping spoke, he supported Zi Yuan and walked back, the young man only daring to watch, not daring to make another move.
Chen Ping’s mere presence had intimidated him completely.
Zi Yuan leaned on Chen Ping’s shoulder, her heart filled with deep emotion, as no man had ever treated her this way before.
If not for the crowd, Zi Yuan would have wanted to give herself to Chen Ping right there.
Chen Ping had helped her so much, she had nothing else to repay him with, only her body to offer in gratitude.
