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When Yu Qing'ai heard Shen Zheng call him a lunatic, she was not angry at all. Instead, she nodded in agreement, as if she felt the same way.

“I think I’m a lunatic, too.”

His voice was no longer the deliberately softened female voice of before, but Yu Qing'ai's original voice, with a low and magnetic voice and a soft and charming charm.

Just the sound is enough to make people feel uneasy.

Shen Zheng, who was being held hostage by the other party, had no appreciation at all and only wished he could eat his flesh.

But he was no longer able to resist.

"Yu Qing'ai, I am the chief disciple of the Sword Sect. Killing the witch of the Demon Sect is a just act."

Yu Qingai said with a half-smile: "You are the legitimate owner of Mingyue Mountain Villa, but you ran to the Sword Sect. Do you want me to tell you what your intention is?"

"They keep talking about justice, but their hearts are filled with dirty schemes and intrigues."

The Sword Sect disciples lying on the ground all opened their eyes wide and stared at Shen Zheng in disbelief.

"What? Senior Brother is the owner of Mingyue Villa?"

"how can that be possible?!"

"Big Brother joined the Sword Sect a long time ago, there is no way he can be the owner of Mingyue Mountain Villa!"

"Impossible! This devil must be talking nonsense!"

"Devil, stop talking nonsense!"

Yu Qingai raised her eyebrows, "What a fool! He was played around by Shen Zheng."

"I am willing to join your Sword Sect in order to unify the Central Plains martial arts world one day. Only you are stupid enough to let the venomous snake stay around."

Sword Sect Disciple: "!!!!!!"

They originally thought that the eldest senior brother had his own reasons for faking his death, but they didn't expect it was because of this reason.

This group of Sword Sect disciples simply could not accept the fact that not only was their senior brother not dead, but he was also using them like chess pieces.

When they learned last year that their eldest brother had died at the hands of the Demon Cult's leader, they were all furious and rushed to the forefront of the fight against the Demon Cult.

But now you tell them that the eldest brother is not dead. Not only is he not dead, he is also the owner of Mingyue Villa. He is simply playing with them.

The entire Taoist heart is shattered and the three views are collapsed!

The Sword Sect disciple lying on the ground was so angry that he vomited blood and wished he could get up and beat Shen Zheng.

The person who deceived their feelings and wasted their lives deserves to be cut into pieces!

Yu Qing'ai withdrew his gaze lightly and continued to fight with Shen Zheng, who was covered in bruises.

"Look at you, you can fake your death if you want, but you have to sneak into the Demon Cult to assassinate me."

"You're assassinating me without a mask!" He pulled Shen Zheng up by his hair, "Do you think I can't recognize you, the enemy who killed my sister?"

He let go of Shen Zheng and let him hit the ground. "I haven't forgotten the sword you stabbed me through the chest, nor have I forgotten how you killed my sister."

"Let's slowly settle the old and new grudges."

The guards surrounding her were hesitant about whether to show up after witnessing Yu Qing'ai's madness. Life or death was actually an easy choice.

If they go out, they will surely die.

If you don't go out, you might be able to save your life.

Just as they were wavering, a masked man in purple suddenly jumped out from behind Yu Qing'ai, followed by the four killers from Wuyingtang.

The sudden appearance of the five people made Yu Qing'ai temporarily put aside the dying Shen Zheng in his hands and start fighting with Shen Zheng's accomplices.

Yu Qing'ai's speed was extremely fast, and the palm power containing the mysterious Yin energy faced the masked man's palm. The two different internal forces vibrated and caused smoke and dust to rise.

The four assassins of Wuyingtang attacked one after another, but were repelled by Yu Qingai with one palm.

When they wanted to rush forward again, they saw Pei Ji jumping down with a gun in hand and blocking them. The silver gun in the other's hand was pointing straight at their hearts.

The four killers had no choice but to retreat.

The black-clad assassin who avoided the fatal blow stared at Pei Ji with a grim expression and said, "Pei Ji, do you want to be our enemy?"

"If you interfere today, Wuyingtang will never stop fighting you to death!"

Pei Ji sneered, "Fight to the death? Are you worthy enough to fight me to the death?"

He raised his gun and shot quickly, "I'm going to bury all of you here today. I want to see how you guys fight to the death with me!"

The young gun master, who was already rebellious, was never afraid of the little rat in the dark like the Shadowless Hall. After all, he didn't even take the evil sect or the righteous sect seriously.

To him, both the good and evil are mad dogs, so what is a mere Shadowless Hall?

Liu Hua also helped Pei Ji and stopped the four assassins of Wuyingtang for his young master.

Yu Qing'ai concentrated on fighting against the leader of Wuying Hall.

——Dark Wing, the man behind the scenes who replaced the Demon Cult and took over the Western Regions in the original plot.

The masked man in purple used ruthless moves, each of which was aimed at taking people's lives.

Yu Qing'ai gradually approached the other party and slapped the mask off the purple-clothed man's face.

With a "click", the mask fell to the ground.

The face behind the purple-clothed man's mask was quickly recognized by the upright disciples present.

"The Third Elder of the Tang Sect!"

"Isn't he already dead?"

"Fuck! Faking death again!"

"He and Shen Zheng are indeed friends. They both use the same trick to fake their own death and escape."

"What do you know? This is called snakes and rats in the same nest."

"I am really impressed! Shen Zheng appears to be the first disciple of the Sword Sect, but in reality he is the owner of Mingyue Villa."

The young man in brocade clothes who had just spoken continued, "Though Tang Yi has apparently passed away for many years, he has actually long since become the leader of the Shadowless Hall."

"Are these two people making fun of us?!"

The Tang Sect disciples present were as angry as the Sword Sect disciples who were still furious.

As sad as they had cried before, they were now as angry at Tang Yi, who was not dead at all.

Are they treating them like fools?

The Tianlong Temple and the Beggars' Sect, whose disciples had died in the assassination attempt by the Shadowless Hall, were also furious.

"Brothers, go and beat him!"

"Damn it! Avenge our fellow disciples who died in vain."

Disciples from the four major sects and other minor sects all rushed up to beat Shen Zheng and the four assassins from Wuying Hall, causing the guards in the dark to retreat one after another.

Unable to win, they retreated.

The killer from Wuyingtang was caught and faced the wrath of the famous and upright sects.

In the end, things went completely awry.

As Yu Qing'ai was fighting, he suddenly discovered that his opponent had been hit in the back by the Tang Sect's Torrential Pear Blossom Needles, killing him instantly. The attack was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

The leader of Wuying Hall died at the hands of Tang Sect disciples.

The sect that he had easily abandoned became the one that took his life in the end.

The Tang Clan disciple who stabbed Tang Yi from behind dragged away Tang Yi's body under Yu Qing'ai's watchful eyes, and gave a reason that Yu Qing'ai could not refute.

"Since the Third Elder is dead, as a junior, I naturally cannot let his body hang out outside. I must bring him back to the Tang Sect for burial."

The young man from the Tang Sect had a unique way of thinking, so the disciples of the Sword Sect also learned the essence from him.

The Sword Sect disciples, dragging their injured bodies, gathered around the still-breathing Shen Zheng, and with trembling hands, stabbed their swords into Shen Zheng's heart, killing him.

"Since the eldest brother is dead, we, as his junior brothers, must also bury him in peace as soon as possible."

"My fellow disciples, help me carry our elder brother's body back to the Sword Sect for burial."

"Yes, second senior brother."

Then, the injured disciples of the Sword Sect dragged Shen Zheng's body away tremblingly.

“……”Yu Qing’ai remained silent.

He found that since he started going crazy, these decent people also started to go crazy.

The Tang Clan has gone crazy, and the Sword Clan has also gone crazy.

The Tianlong Temple and the Beggars' Sect are not much better.