Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Huaihui stood up suddenly, without responding to Ji Xuanhe's question, called out Xitong, and disappeared in an instant.

The mountain gate of Lingjian Sect.

Shao Yue was carrying a small bag on his back and walking towards a carriage outside the mountain gate.

When she was almost there, she suddenly turned around and looked inside the sect.

In the short few months in Lingjian Sect, Shao Yue felt that he had experienced many things that had never happened to him before.

There were good and bad experiences, all of which she would never forget in her life.

But now, it’s time to say goodbye.

Shao Yue threw the small bag into the carriage and tried to climb up while holding onto the carriage.

A gust of wind blew over, and Shao Yue felt as if there was an arm around her waist, holding her down.

After seeing the face of the person hugging her, Shao Yue bit her lower lip. She had a bad feeling in her heart and quickly pulled the hand around her waist.

But his hands seemed to be welded to her waist, and no matter how Shao Yue tried to move them away, she couldn't budge them at all.

"Miss Shao, Shaoyue, Yueyue, why did you leave? Why didn't you tell me?"

Huaihui's eyes were red, and he called her more and more intimately, and his arms around her waist became tighter and tighter.

Fortunately, he still had some sense. When he saw a hint of discomfort on Shao Yue's face, he immediately let go.

Although he hadn't made any other move, Shao Yue could still see what he was thinking.

It turned out that he had never stopped having those unreasonable thoughts brought out from the fictional world.

"Master Huai, I already know that the Nightmare Beast will not come looking for me again. Everything is resolved. I think it's time for me to leave the Spirit Sword Sect."

"No," Huaihui still refused to let go of the hand around her waist.

"Since there is no possibility for you and Ji Xuanhe to separate, can you look back at me?"

"The one who saved you during the time with the tiger demon was me. It was me!"

"Do you love me, okay?"

"..."

Huaihui watched Shaoyue's expression change from surprise to calmness, and he couldn't help feeling despair. His voice was hoarse as if it was blocked by something.

"Young Master Huai..."

Shao Yue was surprised at the fact that Huaihui was her savior, but many things in the world are decided on a first come first served basis.

Ji Xuanhe received the favor of others when he was most grateful. When he later found out that there was actually someone else, such favor had already been given away. Did he want to take it back and give it to someone else?

That is impossible.

She wanted to persuade Huaihui, but just as she opened her mouth, the sky suddenly darkened.

It was dark, as if ink was splashed in the sky.

Huaihui had a very bad premonition in his heart, as if he was about to face a catastrophic disaster. He frowned and automatically blocked Shao Yue behind him.

"Xi Tong."

Huaihui shouted in a low voice, and Xitong quickly flew from the mountain gate towards the sect.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

The sinister laughter came from far away and was like the roar of an evil ghost that was leading people to hell.

Before the unknown monster showed up, his laughter had already caused everyone present to fall into unknown pain.

"Uh……"

Shao Yue, who was standing behind Huai Hui, bit her lips until they turned white, but still let out an uncontrollable groan of pain.

"Yueyue, cover your ears."

Huaihui spoke hurriedly. Shaoyue couldn't hear any sound from the outside world and groaned with her head held.

He didn't bother to be alert about when the monster would appear. He bit his finger with a swift movement, drew a talisman in the air to isolate the five senses, and then dotted a drop of blood on Shao Yue's forehead.

Only then was Shao Yue able to open her eyes.

"What the hell are you?"

It was like a huge bell ringing in an empty and quiet valley, loud and resounding, dispelling all the darkness in the sky.

A man in a blood-red robe, no, it should be said that it was a male demon who appeared in front of everyone as the sky brightened.

He was extremely powerful, sitting on a gorgeous throne floating in mid-air. His body was emitting thick, ink-like black aura all the time, and even his true appearance could not be seen clearly.

A simple glance can bring great threat to people.

When the powerful male demon appeared, Xitong also came back with the external aid it called.

The headmaster, the medicine hall, the weapon refining hall...all the eighth-level cultivators in the sect appeared in front of the mountain gate, as well as Ji Xuanhe, Liao Ke'er and other hall masters' direct disciples.

"The demon clan supreme?"

The white-bearded elder was knowledgeable and recognized his identity at a glance from his throne and black aura.

The expressions of everyone present immediately became very solemn. Every time the demon clan supreme appeared, it would cause great turmoil.

And for some unknown reason, the demon clan supreme seemed to have an immortal body. Every time, the strongest person in the world would suppress him, but they could not completely destroy him.

This battle will surely be a battle of life and death.

However, no elder or disciple present retreated. Huaihui picked up Shaoyue and placed her at the back of the battlefield.

This was the best place he could find to place someone.

Soon, he flew back to the front of the battlefield and stood behind several elders.

"Is this the most powerful sect in the current world of immortal cultivation?"

The demon clan supreme in mid-air sneered sarcastically and said nothing more.

With a wave of his hand, several black clones appeared in the air and flew straight towards the monks on the ground.

Everyone fought with swords in hand. Huaihui held Xitong in his hand, tapped the ground with his toes, and rushed towards the demon supreme who was sitting leisurely on the throne like an unstoppable sword.

The demon clan supreme on the throne looked at the cultivator who rushed forward to die with disdain and slapped him in the face.

Huaihui appears to be at the seventh level, but he is born different from others and has extraordinary talents. His seventh level strength is comparable to that of an ordinary eighth-level cultivator.

Facing this palm, he did not dodge or evade, but used sword moves to dispel the dark palm print.

"interesting."

The demon clan supreme on the throne became interested, stood up, and started fighting with Huaihui.

Huaihui is quite powerful, and the demon clan supreme is an existence that should not be underestimated.

After several rounds of fighting, the demon clan supreme leader only had some sword marks on the corners of the blood-red grandmother's clothes, and there was no scar on her body.

Looking at Huaihui, there were traces of blood on his body and even on his face.

What's even more terrifying is that there is black air around these marks, eager to penetrate into his body through the wounds.

Huaihui's consciousness was firm and the black air could not enter.

He bit the soft flesh in his mouth hard, and the pain made him sober.

Huaihui once again picked up his companion, Xitong, and with a sharp gaze, he headed towards the direction of the demon clan's supreme leader.

The more dangerous it is, the more nervous Huaihui becomes.

Finally, after finding a flaw in the Demon Clan Supreme and stabbing him hard, leaving a bloody wound on him, Huaihui was promoted.

On the battlefield, he advanced from the seventh level to the eighth level, and it seemed that this was not even the end. At the eighth level without the thunder tribulation, he felt something else hidden.

After reaching the eighth level, Huaihui's strength became the most powerful in the current cultivation world.