Chapter 453: Arriving at Yinxu Hall at Last

They had intended to sneak in quietly, but now they had to make a grand spectacle of it; for a moment, the group was actually at a loss for what to do.

Sure enough, once accustomed to acting like thieves, they found themselves completely bewildered when forced to act openly and honestly.

Long Qi rolled his eyes at the bewildered Daoist Sect members, then, without any warning, began to shout:

"Help! Someone help! The Daoists are causing trouble!"

What?

It's starting already?

You brat! Is there anyone else who rushes to court death like this?

Xin Yi helplessly covered his forehead, Zhanli cast a look of disdain at Long Qi, and Adao, standing to the side, pointed at Long Qi and clamored, "Look, look, I told you, he's just like this."

The enemy had not yet fallen into chaos, but their own side was already in a state of disarray...

At first, the surroundings were eerily quiet, but just as everyone thought nothing would happen, bursts of footsteps and the clatter of armor echoed from afar, drawing closer and reverberating all around.

In the blink of an eye, squads of guards appeared around the corner, clad in sturdy armor and wielding sharp weapons, scrambling to rush toward the group.

They had originally intended to face the enemy head-on, but upon seeing this formation, the group of Daoists ran in the opposite direction in unison.

"Didn't you say 'let's just get it over with'? Where did your bold words and high aspirations go?" asked Long Qi, who was running along without understanding the situation, his face full of confusion.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" one of the Kunwu Sect Daoists said while running. "These people are brimming with killing intent; they look different from the ones we encountered before. This sudden hostility, I just couldn't help but..."

But how could he know that what these guards were exuding wasn't killing intent at all, but resentment—

Resentment from being tossed back and forth by Long Qi, having the entire Demon Palace turned upside down, and not having a moment of rest until now.

Who wouldn't go mad from being on duty? Resentment can kill, too!

This group of Daoists finally understood why Long Qi had run around so chaotically back then; compared to him, they were only worse off.

Sigh! They really couldn't be counted on for anything!

Long Qi sighed bitterly to himself, turned around to weave a technique, a flash of fire appearing at his fingertips, and then tapped the ground.

Streaks of fire Snake-like dashed out, slithering to meet the guards; in just a blink, a wall of fire rose up, cutting them off.

Hmph! They couldn't even handle this little thing!

But just as Long Qi was feeling smug, one figure after another passed through the fire, and those guards looked even more ferocious.

Long Qi took a long breath and hurriedly turned to run, the other Daoists following closely behind.

"Little brother, this was purely an unnecessary move on your part!" said a Daoist in tight-fitting clothes from the side, a member of the Lingji Sword Pavilion.

Hearing his words, Long Qi clicked his tongue: "What is this you're saying, Daoist brother? How could it be redundant? This is to let you understand that I cannot deal with them, and it all depends on you." As soon as he finished speaking, Long Qi ran even faster.

What kind of situation is this!

A Taishang Sect disciple to the side suddenly thought of something and pointed at Long Qi's back with a gasp: "I remember now, this scoundrel is the guy who was kicked off the ring by Senior Brother Baiqing that time!"

Long Qi's body stiffened upon hearing this, and he slowly turned his head.

Baiqing? Why does that sound so familiar? The ring? When did he ever fight in a ring?

While he was still puzzled, he heard the disciple continue: "It was that time three years ago when he fought the Yuanqing Ninth Elder in the ring, he..."

Before he could finish, his mouth was covered by the rapidly approaching Long Qi.

"The child is still young and doesn't remember clearly; he must have mistaken me for someone else. Daoist brother, please don't take it to heart." Saying this, he pulled and dragged the young Daoist to the side.

"You brat, if you say another word, I will tell your Manager, Xunfeng Zhenren, about you fleeing in the face of battle and see how that old man disciplines you later."

Hearing this, the young Daoist hurriedly retorted: "But..."

Long Qi gave him a fierce glare, scaring the young Daoist into covering his mouth; his wide, watery eyes looked incredibly aggrieved.

He only wanted to correct him that "Uncle-Master Xunfeng is already the Sect Leader now," but why was this person so unreasonable and fierce? It was too terrifying... The group ran to a corner, and that burly, unknown-sect Daoist turned around and pinched a Earth Technique.

In an instant, the ground shook incessantly, and before long, a stone wall appeared before the group, separating them from the guards who were in hot pursuit.

Long Qi smiled and stepped forward, patting the burly Daoist on the back: "Daoist brother, good technique! Why didn't you bring it out sooner?"

Just as the Daoist was saying "I forgot for a moment" in embarrassment, they saw guards leaping over the wall one by one, and cracks began to appear on the stone wall itself.

Seeing this, the group didn't hesitate; they turned and ran, each one fearing they would be left behind.

Watching this group of people who seemed to be fooling around, Xin Yi was momentarily speechless, but Zhanli, who was running in front, said at the right moment:

"It's not far now, we're almost there."

Xin Yi narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the backs of Zhanli and Adao.

These two had not said a word from beginning to end, yet they were very tacitly running at the very front, leading the way for everyone.

Xin Yi couldn't help but laugh; they had actually been schemed against by two little ones.

Young in years but old in wisdom; they truly could not be underestimated.

Not a single error, not a single omission, read it all!

He glanced again at Long Qi, who was making faces at those behind him—this scoundrel had actually learned to scheme as well.

After several twists and turns while being chased by the guards, the group finally arrived at an open space.

The bricks and stones here were different from the path they had taken; the ground was dark green and shiny, with bright carvings and dark patterns intertwined, looking quite luxurious.

Not far away, one could see stairs and railings leading straight up to a palace, standing tall and imposing with an extraordinary air.

On the great hall, one could vaguely see an indigo plaque inscribed with ancient characters that were difficult to recognize; it was likely the name of the palace.

Leading everyone to the front of the stairs, they stopped. Looking up at the palace high above, Zhanli said with a solemn expression:

"Ahead is Yinxu Hall; Master is inside."

Upon hearing this, Long Qi immediately became serious.

This meant that Lingxiang was also inside.

But things were far from that simple.

It didn't feel as empty here, but on the railings high above, there was a Demon Soldier every ten steps, all clad in sturdy armor and wielding sharp weapons, brimming with killing intent.

They had been waiting for them for a long time, and with the guards still in hot pursuit from behind, they were caught in a pincer attack, and their situation was dire.

As for the group from the Daoist Sect, their gazes were now firm, entirely devoid of the lack of seriousness they had shown while fleeing just moments ago.

It turned out they had long since sensed Long Qi's little schemes, and were merely playing along for fun.

The journey was arduous; one must find some amusement, right?

Long Qi understood this in his heart, and offered the group a solemn bow, yet he did not say a single word.

At this moment, silence was more eloquent than speech.

Xin Yi gave a soft laugh—if not for the current situation, he could have been friends with this group of people.

That burly Daoist waved his hand magnanimously: "Stop with these empty gestures," then roared loudly toward Yinxu Hall: "A dignified Demon Lord, actually hiding inside the house—afraid you're a coward? Why not hurry up and come out to trade blows with your grandfather!"

Long Qi's eyes widened into perfect circles, but the Daoist was unconcerned: "Aren't we in a rush to save people? What's the point of dragging things out?"

This was truly fierce.