Chapter 88: The development of the matter is wrong again

Finally getting his wish and drinking this soup, at the formation entrance, Qing Shi shook his head with enjoyment and said:

“Not bad, not bad. This soup is only in heaven; how often can one hear it in the human world?”

“Qing Shi, are you done yet?”

A loud shout from Hong Zun rang out in the sky, but Qing Shi acted as if he hadn’t heard it at all, closing his eyes and enjoying it to the extreme.

Not long after, Hong Zun’s angry roar came again.

“Are you done yet?!”

“It’s truly a soup that contains all the flavors of the world. The more you drink, the more you can’t help yourself.”

“Be quick! I can’t hold on anymore!”

“Good, good, good! Every bowl of soup has its own unique flavor. They look the same, but they are actually very different.”

“Stop putting on a show! Get back here, it’s my turn to drink!”

Listening to the angry roars coming from the sky, the disciples on the side couldn’t help but remind Qing Shi:

“Great Elder, the Peak Master is calling you.”

Hearing this, Qing Shi didn’t even look and replied directly:

“No, you heard wrong. He is scolding the Blood Tiger Demon King. Let’s not disturb him.”

Hearing this, the eyes of the disciples went straight.

They thought their methods were dirty enough for a bite to eat, but now, compared to the Great Elder, that was truly a minor witch compared to a major witch.

Their little tricks couldn’t even be brought to the table.

Look at him. His old brother is fighting two against one, facing two Demon Kings alone, and he can still be so calm here, drinking soup, closing his eyes, shaking his head, and occasionally commenting. It’s truly awesome.

“Sigh, it seems my uncle didn’t lie to me.”

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A disciple sighed. Hearing this, a disciple on the side asked suspiciously:

“What didn’t lie to you?”

“My uncle said before that my grandfather was ‘old but not dead, that is a thief.’ Look at the Great Elder, being able to live for so many years is indeed something we young people can’t compare to.”

Hearing this, the disciples curled their lips, and someone patted him on the shoulder:

“Your uncle must be very filial, right?”

“How did you know?”

“I guessed.”

Because he never got a response, Hong Zun in the sky was completely anxious. He forced the Blood Tiger Demon King back with a sword and turned to look at the formation entrance, instantly his eyes split with rage.

He was fighting for his life here, and this old bastard Qing Shi had somehow gotten a chair and was sitting there like a landlord, holding a bowl of soup, drinking it with great pleasure.

“Ah...”

“Hong Zun, if I don’t kill you today, I won’t be called Blood Tiger...”

Not noticing Hong Zun’s abnormality, the Blood Tiger Demon King attacked again, but with just one sword, he was knocked flying again.

“Old man with white hair, old thief with gray beard, put down my soup!”

He roared with bloodshot eyes. Hearing this, Qing Shi finally looked up at Hong Zun and showed a smile.

“What are you anxious for? I’m coming, aren’t I? The soup was a bit hot just now, I was cooling it down.”

“Get lost!”

Responding to Qing Shi was an angry roar.

“Stop worrying about drinking soup! Solve this first, then drink slowly!”

As Qing Shi struck, the Blood Tiger Demon King and the Golden Eagle Demon King instantly fell into a disadvantage. One-on-one, they were not the opponents of Hong Zun and the other.

With Ye Changqing’s action, the situation on the battlefield gradually began to tilt toward the Dao One Sect.

No way, these disciples were one fiercer than the other, and the demonic beasts couldn’t beat them at all.

Although demonic beasts were still arriving one after another, the speed of support had long been slower than the speed of being killed.

So the number of demonic beasts was getting smaller and smaller. By now, the Dao One Sect actually had the advantage in numbers.

With the pressure greatly reduced, the Dao One Sect disciples were now completely slaughtering mad.

Everywhere you looked, Dao One Sect disciples holding long swords were reaping the lives of demonic beasts.

A Divine Sword Peak disciple was about to end the demonic beast in front of him with one sword, but was suddenly stopped by Xu Jie, puzzled:

“Third Senior Brother, what is this?”

“Wait a moment, don’t kill it.”

“Why?”

We are on the battlefield, facing a demonic beast, and you are telling me not to kill it? What’s up? Do you want to give them a rest, then have a fair fight, so others won’t say our Dao One Sect is taking advantage of people’s precarious position?

Looking at Xu Jie with a blank face, Xu Jie’s eyes flashed with wise light:

“Look at how many demonic beasts are left now?”

Hearing this, not understanding what it meant, the disciple still looked around.

“Not many left. In another quarter of an hour, it should be about solved.”

“That’s right, this battle is about to end. Once the battle ends, we won’t be able to drink soup anymore.”

“Holy crap...”

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciple’s eyes went wide, as if he had discovered something incredible.

That’s right, once the battle ends, won’t they be unable to drink soup?

For a time, the disciple looked at Xu Jie with lingering fear. Fortunately, Third Senior Brother stopped him in time just now, otherwise he would have nearly made a huge mistake.

Watching the change in the junior brother’s expression, Xu Jie nodded with satisfaction. *A child worth teaching.*

“Then Third Senior Brother, what do we do now?”

Speaking of the point, Xu Jie’s face also became serious:

“There is only one way, and that is not to let the battle end.”

“Not let the battle end?”

Looking around again, this didn’t seem easy to handle. The demonic beasts clearly had no ability to resist anymore. Right now, they only needed one last harvest, and the battle would end.

“Stupid! Do you understand artificial control?”

“Ah, artificial control?”

First stunned, but then, as if reacting, his eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly:

“Third Senior Brother is talented! Junior Brother understands.”

“That’s fine.”

Immediately, Xu Jie rushed to other places. Watching Third Senior Brother leave, the disciple turned to look at the dying demonic beast in front of him, and a trace of something called affection suddenly appeared in his eyes.

“Demon Brother, you can’t die!”

Next, more and more disciples on the battlefield began to shuttle back and forth.

And those demonic beasts that should have been slashed to death by a sword all successfully survived in the end.

“Junior Sister, spare the demon under your sword.”

“Senior Brother, this is...?”

“Can’t kill it! If you kill it, how can we drink soup?”

“The battle cannot end so quickly. Keeping them alive has great use.”

“Do you want to drink soup?”

“Want.”

“Then you can’t kill them.”

“Are you a pig-brained person? Think carefully about why Junior Brother Changqing would stew soup?”

“Because of the battle?”

“That’s right! So we can’t let the battle end so quickly, otherwise how can we drink soup?”

“Understood! Thank you, Senior Brother.”

“Fortunately, Senior Brother reminded me in time, otherwise Junior Sister would have made a huge mistake.”

Disciples told each other, and soon, the trend on the battlefield completely changed.

The disciples looked at the dying demonic beasts, and the killing intent in their eyes decreased a lot, replaced by a look of affection, concern, and even worry.

Where were these demonic beasts? They were simply living meal tickets! With them here, the disciples could continue to drink soup.

“Demon Brother, you have to hold on, you can’t just die like this!”