CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: SLAYING DEMONS

Lei Yajing and her team were observing the progress of the battle like a mantis stalking a cicada, ready to strike at any moment.

If the Lu brothers and sisters failed to win and died at the hands of the demon cultivator, it would save them the effort of intervening.

However, if the demon cultivator was ultimately slain, the Lu brothers and sisters would surely have expended a great deal of magical power and would be unable to recover to their peak state in a short period of time.

If they seized this opportunity, it would be as easy as lifting a finger to kill the Lu brothers and sisters.

In the meantime, they just needed to conserve their energy and wait for the battle’s result.

In the battle, Lu Changfeng and his group had no idea that three people not far away were biding their time to be the beneficiary of their hard work. They continued to expend all their efforts in magical combat against Liang Zhennan.

After a hundred rounds of the battle, Liang Zhennan was overwhelmed, finding it difficult to turn the tide.

The Evil Moon Treasure Wheel hovered around Liang Zhennan, having long since shifted from offense to defense, repeatedly fending off the group’s attacks.

This demonic Dao artifact was indeed domineering and greatly enhanced Liang Zhennan’s combat power, allowing him to contend with two Ninth-Layer Qi Cultivation cultivators at the same time.

Yet, faced with Lu Zhiwei’s fierce assault, he found magical combat extremely challenging.

The Evil Moon Treasure Wheel was frequently restrained by the Zhaoyun Sword and could not leave Liang Zhennan’s proximity, preventing it from exploiting its long-range attack advantage to suppress opponents.

The black shield, Liang Zhennan’s defensive artifact, naturally had a limited number of resistances.

Under wave after wave of attacks, its power greatly diminished, and its defensive shield was repeatedly breached.

The entire black shield showed cracks and lost its luster after expending its final remnants of power, becoming an ordinary piece of iron, unusable anymore.

By this point in the battle, Liang Zhennan was essentially resigned to his fate.

He attempted multiple times to activate the Shenxiao Decree, but there was no chance—not even a moment to breathe.

Liang Zhennan could only let the Shenxiao Decree collect dust in his storage bag, unable to be used.

As Liang Zhennan’s fellow sect members, Yuan Lang and his two companions understood the strengths and weaknesses of the Shenxiao Decree, and naturally, they wouldn’t give Liang Zhennan the opportunity to use it.

Even if it meant exhausting their magical power to restrain him, they were determined to prevent Liang Zhennan from using the Shenxiao Decree.

The battle intensified, and by the 342nd round, both sides were exhausted, having depleted seventy to eighty percent of their magical power.

Yuan Lang had even begun to consume Qi Blood Pills to recover one or two tenths of his magical power.

Meanwhile, the Lu brothers and sisters, along with Song Minghui, had also expended most of their magical power, focused solely on slaying Liang Zhennan.

After another dozen rounds, Lu Zhiwei seized the moment, breaking through the Evil Moon Treasure Wheel’s assault with a single sword stroke.

"Taiyi Celestial Ruins Sword Technique!"

Then, the killing move ’Chasing Wind and Moon’ from the Taiyi Celestial Ruins Sword Technique was unleashed.

The Zhaoyun Sword transformed into a sudden flash, cutting diagonally and locking onto Liang Zhennan in his terrified gaze, cleaving him in two.

The remaining attacks, such as Blazing Sword Qi, Cyan Bamboo Sword, and Fire Sun Sword, surged forward, striking Liang Zhennan’s mutilated body.

The demon cultivator was completely vanquished, not even leaving an intact corpse behind.

"Phew, we’ve finally rid ourselves of this fiend."

After the battle concluded, Yuan Lang plopped down on the ground, almost completely drained of magical power, paying no heed to his appearance.

Lu Zhiwei and Lu Changfeng exchanged glances, feeling the emptiness within their bodies, and began to replenish their magical power on the spot.

Song Minghui, who had frequently assisted, had not used much magical power and took on the role of protector, safeguarding Lu Zhiwei and Lu Changfeng.

Nearby, having witnessed the entire battle, Lu Ping nodded secretly.

He had been there for quite a while.

After Lu Changfeng and the others arrived at Celestial Water Town, Lu Zhiwei followed Lu Ping’s previous instructions and used the communication trace left by Lu Ping to contact him.

Lu Ping spent 5 Reputation Points to redeem one "Instant Teleportation" and transported himself to Lu Zhiwei’s side, observing the battle all along.

Lu Ping was fairly satisfied with the performance of Lu Zhiwei, Lu Changfeng, and Song Minghui in this battle.

Out of concern, Lu Ping had held the Two-star Li Fire Celestial Sword Talisman ready in his hand to intervene timely and resolve any potential deadly crisis.

Much like he once used the Exorcism Divine Thunder Talisman to blast demon cultivator Wu Heng to save Lu Changfeng.

Fortunately, the battle went smoothly.

The battle seemed rather relaxed; after all, the numbers were on their side, making it a combined effort to take down the enemy.

Even if another Peak Qi Cultivation Cultivator showed up, they still had the strength to fight.

Right after the battle ended, behind the Earth God Temple not far away, Lei Yajing was slightly astonished to see Liang Zhennan beheaded.

"These Lu brothers and sisters actually have such skills to join forces and slay that demonic Dao scoundrel without a scratch."

The Hengyue Sect also had a poor impression of demon cultivators.

"Although they have some skill, they just finished this battle and are immediately meditating to recover. It’s clear their magical power is greatly depleted, and now they are at their weakest."

Wei River spoke, his gaze turning to Yuan Lang and his two companions.

"The young female cultivator beside the Lu brothers and sisters seems to be a disciple of the Cyan Mountain Sect based on her attire, but we still haven’t identified the other three. It would be best not to make enemies with them when we make our move."

As he spoke, a ruthless expression appeared on Wei River’s face: "If they dare to interfere, then we’ll take them out too!"

Wei Heng hesitated slightly: "Wait, there are six of them and only three of us. Isn’t the chance of victory slim?"

"You’re always cowing."

Wei River glared at Wei Heng.

"Right now, this opportunity is once in a lifetime. If we wipe them out and loot their spoils, we won’t have to worry about cultivation resources for years to come. Just Lu Zhiwei alone has a Tier Two Flying Sword, and the artifacts in the other people’s hands aren’t bad either."

"Alright, if we’re going to act, let’s do it quickly; if not, let’s retreat."

Listening to the conversation between the Wei brothers, Lei Yajing impatiently urged them on.

She didn’t want to give the Lu brothers and sisters a chance to recover. It was obviously the best time to act now.

Wei River gritted his teeth, took out his artifact, holding it in his hand with a sinister look.

"Let’s do it then. I still have a Fire Cloud Talisman, enough to kill an Eighth-Layer Qi Cultivation Cultivator, so it should be sufficient to deal with them."

"Plus, all three of us are in peak condition, with no magical power depletion, and I can’t believe we can’t take them down."

Wei River made up his mind, unwilling to wait any longer, immediately summoning Lei Yajing and Wei Heng to attack, quickly encircling Lu Zhiwei and her group.

He led the charge, wielding a red flying sword, fiercely stabbing at Lu Zhiwei, who was recovering her energy.

This move was immediately noticed by Lu Ping.

"Zhiwei, be careful of the ambush!"

Lu Ping sent a communication, seeing his younger sister being attacked at such a moment, anger surged in his heart, wishing he could personally take out the ambushers.

Hearing the sudden transmission from Lu Ping, Lu Zhiwei quickly opened her eyes, detaching from her meditative state just in time to detect a flying sword rapidly approaching.