Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

The entire trial platform was engulfed in a tangled web of sword energy, with light and shadow interweaving and strength clashing. Five against more was an absolute disadvantage, but the only thing Mu Qingge and the others had to do was to let Jiang Tingwan take Mu Yunzhong away to escape.

In addition to his usual calmness and composure, Cang Shuzi's expression finally underwent a complex change. He clenched his hands into tight fists, and at once he thought of many people, many things, and many voices.

They are far away yet close, familiar yet chaotic.

Finally, at the moment when the fist was loosened, a golden light flashed and fell from the sky. The golden Bi Hai Qian Kun Sword stood among the crowd, instantly dividing the complicated battle situation into two clear opposing sides.

Cang Shuzi stood between the two sides with a sword in hand, his face sullen, and said sternly: "Today, no one can leave them behind."

He glanced sideways at Jiang Tingwan behind him. After a brief eye contact, Jiang Tingwan directly carried Mu Yunzhong on his back, stepped onto Yuxiao, and headed out of the city.

Those disciples of the immortal sect who were eager to chase after him were all shot down by Cang Shuzi's sword energy as soon as they started to chase.

Everyone was so angry that they questioned on the spot, "Great! Sanyuan Sect is determined to protect that monster."

They had no intention of making enemies with the Sanyuan Sect, but even Cang Shuzi took action, so it escalated into a showdown between sects.

"Do you know that there is actually a shortcut to achieving a clear mind and concentration when practicing the Three Yuan Jue?" Facing the accusations of the crowd, Cang Shuzi did not answer, but instead told everyone about the thing he was most taboo about in his life.

"It's pure fighting spirit! Fighting for what you think is right is also a way to purify your mind and focus your spirit. I think, after going through this, you have already made your own judgment on what is right and what is most important."

Cang Shuzi closed his eyes while speaking. His world became ethereal. A powerful force was rising slowly. The spiritual energy in his dantian burst out with a continuous heat flow, until it radiated from his body in circles.

The same thing happened to him as well as Meng Ziyuan and Mo Shaoyang behind him.

Three people broke through before the battle, and even Pei Xuanzhi and the other two who were present were shocked by the scene.

What was even more shocking was that they were able to receive their attacks at the same time during their breakthroughs.

They didn't expect that the rumor that the Three Yuan Jue could help practitioners break through to the greatest extent would actually appear before their eyes...

Yu Xiao's sword beam passed through the sky above Qinghuai City. What surprised Jiang Tingwan was that everything in the city had been repaired, except for the formation that restricted the magic, which disappeared?

Her journey out of the city was surprisingly smooth, only Mu Yunzhong's breath was gradually weakening.

He was dying, lying on Jiang Tingwan's shoulder, unable to open his eyes, but he asked a question with all his strength.

"How much is it?"

"What?" Jiang Tingwan, who was running for his life, replied to him.

"What's the number above my head?"

He is still concerned about this issue at this time?

Jiang Tingwan's nose felt sore. "Why are you still concerned about this at this time?"

"I want to know, how long will it be before I can see you? You said that when the number reaches zero, it will be time for you to go home."

Jiang Tingwan's heart was so painful because of his words that even breathing was painful.

I can only blame him, "Why didn't you listen to me? You could run, why didn't you run?"

"Because I'm afraid... I'm afraid of separation, and I'm also afraid of forgetting... I'm afraid that after you leave, you'll leave nothing behind. I've already forgotten once, and that feeling is too scary... But what I'm more afraid of is that I remember everything, except that you're gone..."

He began to talk to himself before he fainted. His voice was as calm as the sea breeze that was gradually dying down. No matter how mighty it had been, it would eventually leave nothing behind.

"Jiang Tingwan, I actually like this ending very much. You can go back to where you want to go, and I won't be afraid of our separation anymore..."

His voice murmured, almost disappearing.

"I don't like it. I really don't like it." She shed tears and firmly rejected the person on her back, "What I want is for both of us to live. I won't allow you to die, and you can't die either. Do you hear me?"

She shouted loudly at the limp body behind her, but there was no response.

His body was so soft without any support due to broken meridians, Jiang Tingwan could only hunch his back to prevent himself from falling.

But just as Yu Xiao was flying over a field, several sword beams blocked her way.

She turned around and tried to change direction, but another group of people appeared.

Turning again, there was another group of people.

The three sects' direct disciples who had not appeared at the trial venue just now blocked their way outside the city.

Yuxiao finally landed on the plain. Jiang Tingwan was carrying Mu Yunzhong on his back, with nowhere to go forward or backward. The Yuxiao in his hand was emitting a dangerous aura.

Seeing the two in such a state of panic, Bian Zheng took the lead and said, "Since the Sect Master has promised to spare Mu Yunzhong's life, he will never break his promise. As long as the two of you come back with us, the Ziyang True Sect will protect you."

Ye Xingyan also said: "Elder Bai is our senior. Logically speaking, we should not fight with you. It is the responsibility of the three sects to maintain the peace of the immortal world. Please don't make it difficult for us."

Song Qingchen glanced at Mu Yunzhong, who was seriously injured on his back, and his eyes flickered slightly, but he still said in a deep voice: "Sanyuan Sect has already stood opposite the hundreds of immortal sects for you two, I don't think you two will want to embarrass them."

Jiang Tingwan turned the Jade Sky in his hand slightly and said sternly: "It is human nature for the Sanyuan Sect to protect its disciples, but it is you who went back on your word, and it was you who were the first to draw swords against us."

The people opposite had equally embarrassed expressions and looked at each other.

"In that case, there is no point in saying more." Song Qingchen stood up with the spirit sword in hand, and said to the people around him, "You don't have to take action, I can do it alone."

"Senior, I'm offended."

After he finished speaking, Song Qingchen walked forward with a sword in hand, and Jiang Tingwan met him head-on. Two sword energies rose up wildly over the field and collided violently.

Jiang Tingwan used all her strength in every strike of the sword. The skills in her memory were integrated and evolved in actual combat. After finding a reason to fight, her strength increased rapidly, infinitely approaching the original strength of this body.

Escape, escape, she wants to save him, this is Jiang Tingwan’s only belief at the moment.

She had never killed anyone, but if she didn't kill someone, Mu Yunzhong would not be able to survive. She could not be soft-hearted. She needed murderous intent to pave a way of survival for her and Mu Yunzhong. Everyone who stood in her way could die.

The battlefield between the two gradually drifted away, and the other disciples were about to catch up, when Bian Zheng said, "Wait here."

After saying that, he also joined the battle.

Facing two people at the same time, Jiang Tingwan had a harder time, but she still kept Mu Yunzhong tightly behind her, and did not retreat even when facing a powerful attack from Bian Zheng.

She threw Yu Xiao towards Bian Zheng, but he dodged it. She then faced his palm head-on and blocked it with her body. At the same time, she summoned the ink-black sword from the inner room and swung it at him at close range. The sharp sword energy drew a bloody mark on Bian Zheng's body, and blood was dripping.

Song Qingchen, who was close to help, was caught off guard and pierced through the shoulder by the swirling Yu Xiao.

Jiang Tingwan took the initiative to take the palm strike, decisively gaining the opportunity to strike with two swords. Without showing any mercy, he directly and seriously injured Song Qingchen and Bian Zheng.

The three of them retreated at the same time, increasing the distance between them and half-knelt on the ground.

"I lost." Bian Zheng and Song Qingchen said this almost at the same time.

The two of them looked at each other unexpectedly, and it was self-evident from the look between them that they both had the same idea.

Jiang Tingwan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The murderous intent in his eyes receded a little because of these words. He frowned and looked at the two of them.