Chapter 239

“What should we do, Elder…” The inner disciples were completely panicked and lost, viewing the elders as their only source of stability.

The sword cultivator elder from the Sword Sect whispered, “Old Duan, you should lead them to retreat.”

These inner disciples could handle ordinary demon beasts, but staying now would only turn them into targets for the demon kings.

Elder Duan remained unmoved, looking at the disciples behind him with a bitter smile. “We can’t take them all at once. There are too many.”

“Then fight your way out.” The sword cultivator elder did not hesitate further.

The lives of the disciples were indeed valuable, and they couldn’t simply ignore them. But the current situation meant that some sacrifices were inevitable, and it was impossible to save everyone.

Thinking of the innocent disciples who had died tragically, the two elders felt a surge of anger. They struck simultaneously, their sword techniques emitting terrifying pressure, hitting several demon kings. Those who couldn’t dodge were cut down and fell to the ground.

However, soon everyone was engulfed in darkness.

It was unclear which demon king had taken action, but two talisman practitioners were grabbed. With a sharp tail aimed directly at them, the demon king demanded, “Form the formation, or you’ll die!”

The demon king’s true form was a scorpion, with a sharp tail glowing with a chilling light, poised to shred them if it struck their abdomen.

The two inner disciples bit their lips tightly, trembling, unable to move.

No.

They couldn’t attack the elders…

While the demons and cultivators were immersed in their confrontation, no one noticed the two figures approaching silently.

Seeing the two inner disciples from Yueqing Sect being captured, Song Hansheng couldn’t stay still. Leaf Qiao had wanted to observe the demon kings’ tactics a bit longer before taking action, but once Song Hansheng saw his sect’s disciples in danger, he couldn’t wait any longer.

The young man tightly clenched the talisman in his hand, no longer hesitating. He quickly flew up, and the sudden attack struck precisely at the demon king’s tail. Song Hansheng knew that the talisman’s weak effect was like scratching the demon king.

Thus, two talismans were aimed in different directions: one at the tip of its tail, and the other at its eyes. The talismans attached to the demon king’s body soon dissipated into a brilliant golden light, as if being melted into its body by the talismans. This caused the demon king to emit an angry roar, and its spiritual consciousness experienced slight turbulence at that moment.

“Put them down!” Song Hansheng said coldly, nearly exploding with anger. How dare these demons flaunt their power on a cultivator’s territory?

In a defensive stance, Song Hansheng’s fingertips ignited a bright circle of fire. The demons attempting to rush forward were all blocked by the talisman formation, creating a secure perimeter on the ground that deterred them from easily charging.

“Little Song?”

Elder Duan Yu was momentarily stunned, a look of joy flashing in his eyes. “You didn’t go to the inheritance site?”

Song Hansheng looked at the demon kings surrounding them and the dense swarm of demon beasts. “We came back.”

He couldn’t help frowning. He had indeed underestimated the reproductive ability of these demon beasts; their numbers far surpassed those of the cultivators.

“Ah, a direct disciple.” One of the demons grinned with excitement. “Didn’t expect it, you didn’t come to find us, and you delivered yourself right to our door.”

They naturally didn’t dare approach the inheritance site, but who would have thought a direct disciple would choose to walk into their trap.

“It’s said that direct disciples have the best talent. Once we extract your spiritual roots, we’ll see if it’s true.”

Song Hansheng looked at him expressionlessly. Next, he had to buy more time to give Ye Qiao a chance to remember the techniques, so the chances of victory in the subsequent battles would be higher.

At first, the demon kings didn’t take it seriously, but when they fought, it became clear how strong he was.

Although he was just a talisman practitioner, they couldn’t even get close.

To be able to hold off three demon kings on his own without falling into a disadvantage, this Yuan Ying stage direct disciple was indeed very difficult to deal with.

Unable to capture Song Hansheng, the demon kings turned their attention to the inner disciples who had lost their combat ability. This time, Song Hansheng was indeed thrown into disarray. Instinctively, he threw up a defensive talisman. Just as he activated the defensive talisman, the demon king quickly changed its move, feinting a strike and aiming for Song Hansheng’s neck.

The speed was so fast it was unavoidable.

Seeing the demon king charging towards him, Song Hansheng tightened the mustard seed bag. He had a defensive talisman, but whether a high-quality defensive talisman could withstand the demon king’s attack was uncertain.

However…

He couldn’t do it alone; there was also Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao, hidden in the shadows, seized the moment and struck with a sword wrapped in a breaking force. The sword slashed the ground, and in an instant, a cold light quickly swept through, severing the demon king that was leaping towards them. The smell of blood spread out. This sword move, faster than Song Hansheng’s talismans, caught the demon beasts off guard. All the demon beasts hiding in the shadows were sliced in half.

“Who?!” The demon king quickly turned, its pupils narrowing dangerously.

The Qingfeng Jue was activated, the sword was out, and a whirlwind rose.

Under the reflection of the pure white sword light, like a young girl’s bright eyes, she sneered coldly. “I am Ye Qiao from the Emperor Changming Sect, your father’s direct disciple.”