Chapter 240

“Xiao Qiao?” Duan Yu was even more stunned. Not only had Song Hansheng appeared, but now there was also someone else?

Ye Qiao curled her lips into a cold smile, sizing up the demon kings and assessing the combat power on both sides. After a brief evaluation, she concluded that they were not worth fearing. At the very least, they were not comparable to the targets her Master had set for her to vent her frustrations on.

— Another direct disciple.

This was the demon king’s first thought.

He initially looked down on direct disciples, until Song Hansheng’s talismans and formations taught him otherwise. The demon king’s attitude finally changed, realizing that the speed at which this direct disciple emerged made it nearly impossible to guard against.

Three hurricanes swept through, centered on Ye Qiao, shredding any nearby beasts to pieces. With the sword’s tip aside, the Qingfeng Sword approached with a swiftness that even the elders couldn’t capture in an instant.

“That kid Ye Qiao, what’s the name of this sword strike?” The elder of the Sword Sect’s eyes suddenly brightened; he had never seen Ye Qiao use it before.

“That’s the fifth form of the Qingfeng Jue.” Duan Yu had never seen Ye Qiao use it either; he only knew she was familiar with the first four forms.

Duan Yu’s expression darkened, but seeing her flowing and natural sword moves, his tense heart finally eased. The visit to the inheritance site wasn’t in vain.

Regardless of whether she obtained the inheritance, at least she had learned the first five forms.

With the two direct disciples working together, the talismans and sword shadows interwove. Ye Qiao severed the demon king’s limbs with a single strike, while Song Hansheng was responsible for protecting and rescuing the inner disciples.

This drove him completely mad.

“Lowly humans!”

The demon king roared, opening its mouth wide to reveal its densely arranged serrated teeth, and coldly commanded, “Kill those two! Dig out their spiritual roots!”

Ye Qiao’s lips curled up, her wrist flicking as her sword style changed to the sixth form, “Not Seeing the Ruler.”

A sword strike of Clear Wind.

The first six forms of the Qingfeng Jue were seamlessly integrated in her hands. The black stick transformed into a short sword. The demon king assumed a defensive posture, and after testing a few moves in close combat with the short sword, her precognitive inheritance allowed her to easily detect the demon king’s weaknesses.

A light blue talisman flew out from Song Hansheng’s hand and firmly pinned the demon king’s limbs, helping her control it for two seconds.

This brief pause was enough for Ye Qiao to take action. Her short sword transformed into a long sword, and with a sword strike breaking the wind, she flipped her body, channeling spiritual energy into the sword Jue and cleaving the demon king in half from the middle.

With a thunderous crash, the demon king fell to the ground. The entire process was so fast it was nearly impossible to see with the naked eye. Song Hansheng barely widened his eyes, “Did you really split it in half?”

“What?” Ye Qiao glanced at him and grinned, “Not only did I split it in half, but I also tore it apart in the inheritance site.”

She had already given the demon king a lot of face by merely splitting it in half.

Song Hansheng: “…”

The two continued their conversation as if no one else was around, their actions showing no hesitation.

While Fu Xiu could both attack and defend, Ye Qiao was taking on the demon king head-on alone, with Song Hansheng providing support. It was at this moment that the two elders realized that even teenagers who frequently fought and played in the grand competition could stand on their own.

“Demon beasts are up to you, elders,” Ye Qiao said as she took a misstep. “The demon kings are ours.”

Song Hansheng glanced at the number of demon kings and calmly responded, “There are only seven. Elders, leave them to us.”

The two elders were somewhat at a loss, their situation being a result of their desire to protect the majority of disciples while they evacuated. The timely arrival of these two direct disciples was perfect, and with two peak Golden Core and Nascent Soul talisman masters, there was no issue.

However, neither of the talisman masters intended to focus on protecting the disciples’ retreat. One was drawing a sword while the other was preparing talismans to deal with the demon kings.

Ye Qiao kicked one of the demon kings, which was in the form of a scorpion, targeting its weak spot. With a powerful kick, she sent it into a killing formation set up by Song Hansheng. The formation activated upon contact with the demon beast, and the only sounds outside the formation were the beast’s screams.

Ye Qiao’s eyes lit up. “Song Hansheng, listen up. I’ll handle the kicking, you set up the formations. Let’s take them all down in one go.”

Song Hansheng caught on to this new method of hunting. He had learned about killing formations, and the sect’s founder had also taught him about these offensive formations. The inheritance given to him by the ancestor was at a cross-realm level. Ye Qiao was merciless with her kicks, and if she didn’t hit a demon king on the first try, she would quickly find its weakness and send it flying.

No demon king that entered the killing formation came out intact.

The two were ruthlessly effective.

The inner disciples below, who had been worried, realized they had been overly concerned. The two direct disciples didn’t know what fear was. Together, the demon kings were either being cut down or bombarded with talismans.

Someone couldn’t help but murmur, “Our sect’s direct disciples…”

“They are truly amazing.”

Especially when Ye Qiao and Song Hansheng stood before them, one wielding a sword and the other holding talismans.

Not only did cultivators have complaints about direct disciples, but the inner disciples also had their grievances. Even though they were all from the same sect, the direct disciples received the best resources, leading to inevitable feelings of imbalance.

“Direct disciples are direct disciples for a reason.”

At the very least, they didn’t possess such strength and would never be able to stand in front of everyone without hesitation like these two.

With one moving and one staying still, Song Hansheng used formations to keep the demon beasts at bay, while Ye Qiao’s speed was unbeatable. The remaining seven demon kings were all eliminated.

The two elders, who had nothing left to do, exchanged glances and took on the task of clearing the surrounding lurking demon beasts.

Once the dust settled, the two who had enjoyed the fight didn’t realize that they were gradually surrounded by inner disciples.

“Ye Qiao! Song Hansheng! You two are killing me!”

“Song Hansheng, sob sob, didn’t expect you to be such a good person.” The inner disciples hadn’t anticipated the strong sense of sect honor from Song Hansheng’s personality.

“Ye Qiao!” An inner disciple, excited and flailing his arms, said, “You were so amazing today.”

Ye Qiao instinctively downplayed it, “Just average, third in the world.”

Song Hansheng, standing next to her, felt a familiar sense of suffocation. Didn’t this person understand the concept of humility?

The next moment, a disciple’s question made him even more suffocated.