Chapter 458: Guihua's Ambush Interrupted

After all, there was a deep blood feud; the moment the two sides began to fight, Long Qi started moving in the direction of Guihua.

Only by killing the enemy with his own hands could he console the spirits of his family in heaven.

But unexpectedly, after Guihua gave her order, she flashed away and disappeared without a trace.

The situation was already chaotic, and Guihua was extremely cunning; Long Qi could not find her for the time being.

Just when Long Qi had searched everywhere to no avail, Guihua suddenly appeared and grabbed Adao.

Seeing this, Long Qi immediately wanted to go and rescue him, but they were too far apart, and with Demon Soldiers blocking his path from time to time, it was impossible to get close.

Seeing that Guihua was about to kill Adao, Long Qi was anxious beyond measure and reached out to draw Longyuan.

But Long Qi forgot that even if he drew Longyuan, to him, it was just an ordinary weapon; although he could now wield Longyuan, he could not unleash its full power.

All because of the Hanyu Pill within his body.

Although he now understood Lingxiang's good intentions, faced with such a situation, this Hanyu Pill was truly a bit of a burden.

Long Qi brandished his long sword, intending to break through the encirclement, but the Demon Soldiers coming one after another did not give him the slightest chance.

Seeing that Guihua was about to strike the fatal blow, Long Qi was burning with anxiety, roaring as he fought to hack at the enemies surrounding him.

Just then, with a flash of Talisman light, Donghui Zhenren flew past Long Qi's side and steadily caught Adao, who had revealed his true form; it was unknown what the two said, but in the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.

Regardless, Adao was finally saved.

Long Qi let out a long sigh of relief, but looking again, Guihua had also vanished without a trace, as if she had never appeared at all.

Could that crazy woman have been killed by Elder Donghui...

Long Qi gave a self-deprecating smile and shook his head.

What kind of foolish talk was that? Was that old hag so easy to kill?

Although it was a pity not to kill the enemy with his own hands, if she were truly dead, it would be well worth celebrating!

Long Qi curled his lip in deep agreement and kicked away a Demon Soldier who was trying to ambush him.

But he hadn't expected Donghui Zhenren to appear; could it be that all the Elders of the sect had come?

Forget it, now was not the time to think about these things.

Long Qi shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and focused on dealing with the enemies before him.

After fighting for a long time, it was hard to tell who was winning; these members of the Demon Race were truly difficult to deal with, and he couldn't get away for the moment—he couldn't just keep wasting time here, could he?

Just as Long Qi's patience was running out, he saw Chengxin and Donghui come out of Yinxu Hall, locked in a struggle with an old man.

Why was it another old man? Were there no other people in the Demon Race besides old men...

Long Qi grumbled to himself, dealing with the Demon Soldiers while observing the battle between the three.

But honestly, it was quite intense.

Donghui Zhenren and the Grand Marshal exchanged moves continuously, fists and palms clashing; every move and stance erupted with extremely strong Qi, which kept impacting and dispersing in all directions, the sound like thunder, trembling incessantly.

One had fierce fist wind, the other had profound palm power; the two exchanged blows for four or five rounds without a clear winner.

These two were having a grand time fighting, but it was the others of the Daoist Sect who suffered, swaying back and forth in the chaotic wind, not to mention those Demon Soldiers, who were all baring fangs and brandishing claws, looking quite wretched.

Long Qi was naturally trapped among them.

With bricks shattering and tiles cracking, and the wind howling and the earth shaking...

Long Qi truly didn't understand why these old men had such tempers; since they were of age, wouldn't it be better to be calm and composed? Why must they exert themselves so... Lingxiang was much more serene and open-minded, calm in the face of everything.

Lingxiang once said that if she grew old, she would settle in a small courtyard, raising some chickens, ducks, cats, and dogs, and planting some herbs and plants. When the sun was good, she would brew a pot of fine tea, lie on a hammock, read some storybooks, eat some snacks, and laugh while watching the clouds roll and unroll, and idly listen to the flowers bloom and fall.

Just hearing it was extremely pleasant, and Long Qi could even imagine Lingxiang's lazy appearance on the hammock.

If he could be with Lingxiang like this every day, how happy would that be?

Long Qi suddenly thought of a late summer afternoon, when he was exhausted and sprawled out, and Lingxiang was squatting in front of his head, poking his sweat-covered cheeks with her finger; bursts of delicate fragrance wafted over, intoxicating him so much he almost forgot to breathe.

Thinking of it now, perhaps that was when he had fallen for Lingxiang...

While lost in thought, Long Qi was kicked hard in the back; this time he really couldn't breathe, and he lay on the ground for a long while to recover.

Long Qi couldn't help but blame himself.

Really, what time was it, and he was still letting his mind wander.

The most important thing right now was to break through quickly; if he couldn't rescue Lingxiang, thinking more was useless.

Long Qi propped himself up and gathered his full attention.

!

The strange wind stopped abruptly; Donghui Zhenren and the Grand Marshal withdrew their respective divine abilities, but Chengxin Zhenren charged forward, and using some unknown Witchcraft, actually sheared off half the eaves of the great hall.

The huge sound drew everyone's attention, and it was at this moment that Long Qi caught sight of Guihua.

Guihua was hiding at the edge of the battlefield; if one didn't pay close attention, she would be hard to spot. Guihua was not being lazy, but was concealing her form, waiting for an opportunity to act.

Chengxin and Donghui were locked in a stalemate with the Grand Marshal and could not easily spare their attention; Guihua was taking this opportunity to quietly approach Donghui.

Guihua was the type to hold a grudge for the smallest slight; she had finally managed to grab Adao just now, only to be interrupted and thwarted by Donghui Zhenren, and had even suffered a Talisman for nothing, so she had come to hate her.

Now that the opportunity was rare, Guihua was determined to avenge that Talisman.

Donghui Zhenren was completely unaware, focused only on dealing with the Grand Marshal; seeing Guihua's sharp claws moving strangely, getting closer and closer, a crazed, ferocious grin appeared on her face.

A giant sword flew across the sky; had Guihua not dodged in time, she would have been pierced through the heart.

"Which blind thing is it again! Daring to ruin my good deed!"

Following the direction from which the sword came, he saw Long Qi leaping over, holding a "Li" character incantation in his hand.

A flock of birds covered in flames flew straight toward Guihua, tearing through the air.

Guihua showed no panic, dodging with a few easy movements to avoid all the Witchcraft, and even casually grabbed the last cluster of flames.

The flames scorched Guihua's sharp claws, making a "sizzling" sound, but Guihua didn't care, as if the flames weren't burning her own hand.

Guihua gave a playful smile and exerted force in her hand; the flames let out a sharp, miserable shriek and then dissipated and vanished.

"I wondered who it was; so it's you, this stray dog." Guihua said, licking her scorched fingertips. "So many years have passed, I imagine you've had a hard time. Since you've come to your own doorstep to seek death, it's not like I can't be merciful and send you on your way."

The moment the voice fell, Guihua vanished into a cloud of mist, arriving before Long Qi in the blink of an eye, her sharp claws flashing with a cold light as they struck straight for his brow.

Long Yuan had not yet been retracted, and Long Qi had nothing in his hands, nor could he dodge in time; he could even already feel the stinging pain between his brow bones.

This was likely what they called "imminent peril"...

At such a critical juncture, that Long Qi could still have the heart to think of this and that was, to some extent, rather inexplicable.

However, the reason Long Qi was like this was because he saw a person sprinting over, and that person was none other than Xin Yi.