Chapter 80

Shi Xiaoxia said with grief and indignation: "The Yang family? A Demon Capital family? When the Cinnabar Demon Sect was besieged by the Asura, you didn't appear, hiding far away to watch the fun. Now that we have driven the Asura back, you come to stir up trouble—do you have no shame? My husband Yuan Qi is an upright man; how can you cats and dogs compare to him?"

Wu Linglong stepped forward: "Xiaoxiao girl, don't forget, you are still a Demon Capital demon cultivator. Ever since Yuan Qi followed the Shenyin Sect and betrayed the Demon Capital, you should have drawn a line with him. You are still keeping a traitor on your lips—do you also want to betray the Demon Capital?"

"Don't try to pin labels on me. If I wanted to betray the Demon Capital, I would have done it long ago; why wait until now? You bunch of clowns, if you don't get lost, don't blame me for not being polite."

Yang Ju stepped forward: "Xiaoxiao lady, you have personality; brother likes it. You are my person now; come home with me, and tonight we will consummate the marriage. Haha."

Yang Ju's fat face was almost touching Shi Xiaoxia's, and Shi Xiaoxia could no longer endure it; she slapped Yang Ju across the face.

With a 'slap', Yang Ju's already bloated face was struck so hard his head nearly turned to his back. He vomited blood wildly, and teeth flew everywhere.

"Audacious! How dare you hurt someone from my Yang family." After saying this, Yang Lu threw a punch at Shi Xiaoxia.

Shi Xiaoxia was not afraid and raised her fist to meet it; the two fists collided. Yang Lu's fist was shattered by Shi Xiaoxia's punch, and his entire body flew back more than ten steps.

Yang Lu was shocked; he knew Shi Xiaoxia was formidable, but he didn't expect her to be this formidable. He was not a Mist Demon Sect cultivator; he followed the path of body refining. But for a body-refining demon cultivator to be beaten until blood flowed by a delicate little girl was too surprising.

Wu Linglong, on the side, saw her man injured by Shi Xiaoxia's punch and was furious. Her figure blurred, and a burst of mist turned into a wisp of green smoke, pouncing toward Shi Xiaoxia.

The mist dispersed, and a blood-red short sword appeared in Wu Linglong's hand, stabbing toward Shi Xiaoxia's throat.

At the same time, Yang Lu had completed the repair of his arm; he flicked his right hand, and a ghost-head broadsword appeared in his hand. Man and blade became one, and a flash of blade light sealed off Shi Xiaoxia's retreat.

Yang Lu and Wu Linglong had long cooperated in battle and were already of one mind. As Wu Linglong attacked, Yang Lu sealed off all of Shi Xiaoxia's escape routes.

Shi Xiaoxia sneered: "Shameless. Dignified Demon Saints, if you can't win, you gang up—is this your Dao?"

Wu Linglong let out a sharp, silver-bell-like laugh: "A joke! When has the Demon Realm ever followed rules? Everything is decided by strength. If you have the ability, call a few Demon Saints to help you; that is true strength."

Shi Xiaoxia raised her right hand, extended two fingers to clamp the blood sword, then bent and snapped it; the blood sword was broken. Immediately after, she pressed forward toward Wu Linglong and slapped her palm toward Wu Linglong's chest.

This advance disrupted the combined attack of Yang Lu and Wu Linglong, and Yang Lu's broadsword missed. Wu Linglong did not expect that the usually soft and sweet little girl would be so formidable, and she was greatly shocked. Mist churned on her body, and she was about to transform into a mist body to escape. But Shi Xiaoxia was a leader among Demon Saints; how could she not know Wu Linglong had a demon body?

Shi Xiaoxia flicked a finger at Wu Linglong, and a white mist carrying traces of array force shot out from her hand. The white mist wrapped around Wu Linglong's black mist, turning it into a huge white egg. Then, Shi Xiaoxia punched the egg.

The egg shattered, and Wu Linglong flew out from it, vomiting a mouthful of blood with a 'wah', and screamed: "What are you here for? To watch the fun? Attack together!"

There were twelve Demon Saint cultivators at the scene, and the rest were all Demon Gods; all at once, thousands of people surrounded Shi Xiaoxia.

There were also thousands of Cinnabar Demon Sect cultivators present, but they were all at the Demon God realm; only one was at the Demon Saint realm, which was Dongfang Mao, but Dongfang Mao had just reached the Demon Saint realm. He could only worry on the sidelines. Originally, he saw Shi Xiaoxia still having the upper hand, but then he saw Wu Linglong and her gang being shamelessly without limits, with thousands of people against one.

Dongfang Mao had no choice; he hurried to the place where Meng Su was in seclusion to find him.

Of the twelve Demon Saints, three did not participate in the gang-up; one of them was Yang Ju. Yang Ju was fanning the flames on the side: "Uncle, Aunt, be careful, don't break my treasure; I'm counting on consummating the marriage tonight!"

Shi Xiaoxia had to deal with everyone's attacks while enduring Yang Ju's lewd provocations, and she became flustered. Caught by Wu Linglong and Yang Lu, she was hit by a punch and a palm, forcing her to vomit a mouthful of blood.

On the side, there were two other Demon Saint-level demon cultivators. These two were clearly not on the same path as Yang Lu; they were dressed in black, wearing identical ghost-face masks, their auras completely restrained, almost impossible to tell they were Demon Saints. Their bodies flickered in and out of the void; it must be a peculiar movement technique. These were two experts invited by the Yang family.

Shi Xiaoxia charged left and right in the encirclement, soon becoming covered in wounds.

Just as Shi Xiaoxia was adjusting her breath after being struck by a Demon Saint's blade, the man in black moved. The man in black disappeared, completely hidden in the void. A faint killing intent passed through the crowd's encirclement. Shi Xiaoxia felt a sense of alarm, but with the overwhelming supernatural abilities at the scene, she could not spare the energy to capture this weak killing intent.

A long sword as thin as a cicada's wing pierced through Shi Xiaoxia. The length of this sword exceeded the limit of a normal long sword, about ten feet long; it was usually folded together, shrinking to the size of a normal sword, and when assassinating, it was forced out with demon power, suddenly becoming long. This was clearly an assassination technique, not that of an ordinary demon cultivator.

There is only one sect or organization in the Demon Realm that practices assassination techniques; this sect is called the Left and Right Sect or Left and Right Gate. Their tenet is to take money with the left hand and kill with the right; legend has it that it was founded by a rogue cultivator specializing in assassination.

The Yang family never thought from beginning to end that Shi Xiaoxia would easily submit, so they made full preparations; if Shi Xiaoxia did not agree, they would seize her by force.

After this sword pierced into Shi Xiaoxia's chest, the killing intent surged, turning into a violent force that stirred up Shi Xiaoxia's life force.

Yang Lu seized the opportunity and chopped off Shi Xiaoxia's right arm with one blade.

Shi Xiaoxia looked despairingly toward the east, murmuring: "Husband, brother, goodbye. You must be well."

Just as Wu Linglong was about to use the God-Slaying technique to wipe out Shi Xiaoxia's divine sense, a light laugh sounded above everyone. A cold voice said: "You are all going to die."

A lotus flower appeared in the void; the lotus had four petals. The lotus wrapped around Shi Xiaoxia and then escaped into the void.

A black and white vortex appeared among the crowd; the vortex was only the size of a fist at first, but after slowly rotating, it became the thickness of a water bucket. When the vortex rotated to Yang Ju's side, Yang Ju was having a sweet dream of consummating the marriage with Shi Xiaoxia. The black and white vortex silently rotated to Yang Ju's side, and a huge palm stretched out from the vortex; the large hand grabbed Yang Ju's neck and twisted, snapping off Yang Ju's head in one go.

Yang Ju's hot blood flew into the sky along with his sweet dream. The so-called heaven-gifted talent of the Yang family returned to the west without even seeing the enemy's face.

Although Yang Ju had some talent, as a rich young master living in luxury, he was unwilling to spend effort on cultivation, relying entirely on resources to be fed. As a Demon Saint, Yang Ju naturally also had a demon body.

The gushing blood quickly condensed in the air, finally forming a blood body. But this blood body did not exist for even a breath; the black and white vortex rolled, sucking the blood body in and converting it into thought power.