Could it be that I am the cruel villain?-Chapter 826 - 472: Chaotic Battle (2)

Another muffled collision echoed.

After all, Ye Wuyu held the Wugong Sword in one hand, maintaining a striking posture, and this strike was solidly delivered. Even though his physical body wasn't as monstrous as the Demon Clan, he was still high grade Core Formation, a strength not to be underestimated.

Staggering back, even a Demon Clan member was helpless against such an assault. Ye Wuyu was knocked back two yards, steadied after retreating seven or eight steps, and several clan brothers immediately carried away the seemingly lifeless Lang Clan cultivator.

But before he could stand firm, Ye Wuyu's ghostly voice sounded.

"Hmm, that hurt a bit, impressive."

Unbelievably looking at the woman brushing dust off herself.

Smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress slowly, just earlier, the hit landed squarely on Ye Wuyu's back. It was enough to make his bones tremble, yet facing a Body Cultivation's fierce strike, she simply remarked "a bit painful."

She even said "impressive" to consider the opponent's feelings as comfort.

Hurting someone in just one encounter, rendering a high grade Core Formation expert incapacitated in two, shows the vast disparity in strength between them. Clenching teeth, the Lang Family disciple immediately shouted.

"Don't panic, they're only two! If it comes to it, we can wear them down!"

This is the only disadvantage of the Demon Clan.

The population is scarce, not referring to the Northern Territory, but the pure-blood Demon Clan disciples are extremely rare. Even the largest local force has only a dozen direct descendants, and the sect numbers barely a hundred.

Compared to thousands in other regions, it's pitifully few. Secondly, there's the issue of cultivation speed. These two before them are already among the third generation disciples' elite. As long as they haven't broken through to Nascent Soul Stage, there's a chance to win with their large group.

"Sister, father mentioned before we left..."

"You were born just half a cup of tea earlier than me."

She replied expressionlessly, tossing back her brother's words.

The siblings are twins, but Ye Wuyou was born a few minutes earlier, making him the elder brother. Ye Wuyu has long disliked being regarded as the younger sister; she believes she is more like an elder sister.

"Before leaving, father said that they finally concluded negotiations with Dongyue, allowing Demon Clan disciples smooth entry into Dongyue. Though not among the first batch to East Sea Extreme Island, at least they can directly enter Phoenix Heavenly Cave in Dongyue territory."

"Therefore, he repeatedly warned us not to take lives."

"Acting like this, I fear it may waste the efforts of our clan elders."

Before he could finish, Ye Wuyu decisively interrupted her brother.

"Not dead, I held back, at most they'll lie there for two months."

"..."

With no further words to dissuade.

When the two went out, there was no question of who led whom; both siblings acted according to their character. Facing an attack from dozens and still unfazed, they even bickered, showing the Lang and Xiang Clan disciples didn't pressure them much.

As if discussed in advance, leaving behind a "be careful, Dragon Fish" warning, after the talk, the siblings split, one headed left, one right. Ye Wuyou went after the Xiang Clan disciples, while Ye Wuyu continued to tangle with the Lang Clan disciples, a scene making Dongyue disciples alert, teachings from their elders quickly resurfacing in their minds.

As the panicked formation steadied, they chose not to approach, all took out their Magic Treasures for a Magic Battle, with the Xiang Clan's Nascent Soul Stage disciple blocking the front, making the battle more balanced.

Yet, from the siblings glancing towards the direction of Fulong Pavilion and Joyful Sect during battle, and showing an amused expression, it's clear they weren't serious, their main attention was watching the spectacle and Kui Ying appearing weak up above.

On the other hand, the battlefield wasn't peaceful either. Noticing Demon Clan and Dongyue disciples entangled, Huang Zhanlong's expression lightened up with confidence. As a Nascent Soul Stage expert, he only faced two peak Core Formation cultivators. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

His group's realm overpowered the Joyful Sect, giving him ample confidence. With a wave, the Fire Dragon soared, forcing Joyful Sect members to constantly retreat. They weren't adept at direct combat, and more critically, their sect skills couldn't unfold in this eerie, blood-tainted place.

"Burning Flame, Star Fire Candle Sky!"

The Fire Dragon continued to be released from the Wooden Box, Joyful Sect's two women cooperated seamlessly, Scorpion Tail Blade held in reverse, yet as they approached, Huang Zhanlong merely chuckled.

"Dragon Chop, out!"

Clang—

The metallic clash made Ying Ling's face turn ugly. Fulong Pavilion disciples mostly used Boxed Sword, which not only stores various Daoist Skills but also serves as an arsenal, naming a Divine Weapon Dragon Chop proves it's a remarkable treasure.

Short weapons against long weapons were already at a disadvantage; the violent clash made Ying Ling barely hold her weapon, forced to fight and retreat since others supported around her. Lan Xuan'er barely protected other junior disciples nearby.

Outnumbered initially then out-leveled, desperately trying to fend off the overwhelming Burning Flame fire storm. The Fire Dragon circling in the sky further exposed Ying Ling, adept at hiding.

Brushing past the high-temperature Fire Dragon, her fine outer dress scorched with holes, her beautiful face full of panic, clenching her teeth, before she could use her Magic Treasure, Huang Zhanlong raised two fingers, shouting.

"Return Box!"

The longsword sent flying in battle returned immediately, thrusting straight towards Ying Ling's delicate body.

Slaash!

Blood sprayed everywhere.

The longsword pierced through the chest, Ying Ling felt lightness all over and lost consciousness. Even other Joyful Sect disciples couldn't help exclaiming, Lan Xuan'er desperately rushed to the scene.

Grasping the sword again, Huang Zhanlong, facing the struggling, dying Ying Ling on the ground, showed no sympathy but rather a cold smile.

"Since it is so, I shall collect it, Demon Trapping Cage, out!"

"No chance!"

Bang—

A hairpin flew out without hesitation, knocking back the Demon Trapping Cage intended to capture Kui Ying floating in mid-air.

"Humph."

Lips curved, as if predicting this scene, the sword from the Sword Box unsheathed a second time, yet its target.

Was the seemingly harmless giant tree not far away.

Originally outnumbered and out-leveled, barely holding against the overwhelming Burning Flame fire, the Fire Dragon circling high exposed Ying Ling adept at hiding.

Brushing past the high-temperature fire dragon, her fine dress scorched with holes, her beautiful face panicked, biting her lip, before she could use her magic treasure, Huang Zhanlong raised two fingers and shouted.

"Return Box!"

The sword, previously knocked to the corner during battle, returned, thrusting directly at Ying Ling's vulnerable form.

Swish!

Blood splattered.

The sword pierced through her chest, Ying Ling felt her body lightened and immediately lost consciousness, even other Joyful Sect disciples couldn't help but exclaim, and Lan Xuan'er desperately sped toward her.

Regaining the sword, Huang Zhanlong looked at the struggling, dying Ying Ling on the ground without sympathy, instead offering a cold smile.

"In that case, I will collect it, Demon Trapping Cage, out!"

"You wish!"

Bam—

A hairpin hurled out decisively, batting away the Demon Trapping Cage that intended to capture Kui Ying floating in mid-air.

"Humph."

Corner of his mouth lifted, seemingly predicting the scene, the sword from the Sword Box unsheathed again, aiming this time.

At the towering tree not far, appearing innocuous.