I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

This happened so quickly that Xinghan had no time to mobilize his spiritual power to heal his wound. Instead, he immediately raised his hand and knocked away the boy's dagger.

Xinghan thought that this would make the boy less violent, but unexpectedly the boy clenched his fists and rushed towards Xinghan, with each attack being decisive and ruthless.

The boy's attack did not stop. He continued to attack Xinghan like a crazy beast.

Xinghan could only resist passively while trying to find an opportunity to subdue this crazy boy.

He couldn't understand why this seemingly innocent child suddenly became so violent.

He tried to comfort the boy with words, but the boy seemed to be controlled by some force and just kept attacking crazily.

Xinghan gave in again and again. He didn't dare to hurt this innocent child and could only dodge the boy's attacks again and again.

However, the boy's attacks became more and more fierce. He seemed tireless and rushed towards Xinghan again and again, trying to defeat him.

Xinghan frowned, feeling unprecedented pressure. He knew that he couldn't continue to be passive like this, otherwise not only would he be in danger, but the innocent boy would also be hurt more.

So Xinghan took a deep breath and gathered all his spiritual power. He threw a punch, trying to subdue the crazy boy. However, the boy seemed to have predicted Xinghan's attack and dodged the blow flexibly.

Xinghan did not give up. He continued to chase the boy, trying to find an opportunity to subdue him.

However, the boy always avoided Xinghan's attacks at the critical moment.

Just when Xinghan felt he was at his wits' end, the boy suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, looked at Xinghan with his cold eyes, and repeated the heartbreaking words again: "Dad."

Xinghan's heart trembled suddenly, and he saw the complex emotions in the boy's eyes.

Perhaps this boy is not the real enemy, but he is controlled by some force and cannot break free.

"Who are you, kid?"

Xinghan asked in a firm voice, trying to find the answer from the boy's eyes. But the boy just lowered his head silently and did not answer.

"Dad." The little boy repeated the same trick, and he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground again.

Xinghan felt his heart soften again. It was difficult for him to attack a child of three or four years old, especially since the child now looked helpless, lonely and helpless.

However, just as Xinghan was about to reach out his arms to hug the boy, the boy's steps suddenly became unusually light, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He pretended to be weak, stumbling and bumping, and approached Xinghan, with a completely different light in his eyes.

Xinghan frowned slightly, but he didn't think much about it and just squatted down instinctively. However, at this moment, the boy suddenly raised his head, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and a pair of hands suddenly became as sharp as a peach blossom blade and pierced Xinghan's chest.

Xinghan was shocked. He didn't expect that this seemingly innocent child would suddenly attack.

He quickly turned sideways, nimbly avoiding the boy's attack again. The dagger grazed the edge of his clothes and directly cut off a piece of cloth.

At the same time, Xinghan counterattacked. He waved his hand violently, and a powerful spiritual power instantly knocked the boy away.

The boy fell to the ground and the dagger in his hand fell out.

Xinghan quickly stepped forward and subdued the boy.

He grasped the boy's collar tightly, with a determined light in his eyes:

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

The boy was intimidated by Xinghan's aura. He replied with a trembling voice, "Dad."

Xinghan stood up, his eyes became cold and firm. He stared at the boy, knowing that he was not innocent. He took a deep breath and prepared for the next attack.

The boy seemed to be shocked by Xinghan's reaction. He paused for a moment and then attacked again. But this time, Xinghan was ready. He dodged the boy's attack easily and grabbed the boy's wrist.

"Who are you, kid?"

Xinghan asked in a firm voice, trying to find the answer from the boy's eyes. But the boy just lowered his head silently and did not answer.

Xinghan's hands increased in strength, and he turned his face away...

When I turned my head again, I found that the boy was gone and half a peach petal was gradually disappearing into the soil.

No way? This child...

Xinghan felt nauseous and felt that he was being used.

"You killed someone! You devil! You killed a three-year-old child with your own hands. Are you still a human being?"

At this moment, an old man's voice reached Xinghan's ears.

When he looked in the direction of the sound, he saw clearly that the white-haired old man lying on the ground was getting up and trying to move forward.

The man closed his eyes and shouted loudly: "The world is going to change, it's going to change. The daughter of the gods has come to the world, and the eternal evil will come again."

"What? What are you talking about?" Before Xinghan had time to chew on this meaningful prophecy, the centenarian began to act.

The old man groped forward, and suddenly his outstretched palm turned upward, and countless iron chains flew out from his palm.

Xinghan's heart was shocked. He had never expected that in this cave that seemed to be full of simple opponents, there was such an unfathomable person hidden.

Although the old man's words were confusing, his ruthlessness and determination were like the cold wind in winter, biting and real.

The daughter of the gods? Who? Could it be the child of Xingzhi and Shen Li in the future?

After all, there is only one ancient god, Xingzhi.

But the situation was so critical that Xinghan had no time to think about the vague future. He quickly concentrated his mind, secretly changed his thoughts and gathered his strength, mobilizing his spiritual energy to gather together.

The chains seemed to have their own consciousness, and the paths they used to attack Xinghan were ever-changing and unpredictable.

Faced with the sudden attack, a hint of calmness flashed in Xinghan's eyes.

He was agile, leaping up like a cheetah, and instantly disappeared into the air like a shadow, skillfully avoiding the iron chains swung by the old man. The iron chains were like a giant dragon, but they could not even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Haha, I admire this skill!" Xinghan couldn't help but laugh complacently. He felt that every movement of the chain became slow in his eyes, as if time was slowing down for him. He could clearly see the trajectory of the chain and even predict its next move.

Like an artist admiring his own masterpiece, he was not at all bothered by the messy chains. Instead, he found them dancing in the air quite interesting.

"So easy!" Xinghan snorted with a look of disdain on his face, "This is a piece of cake for me!"

The chains whistled in the air, the sound so sharp that it seemed to tear the air apart, but in his eyes, these were nothing but false threats.

He was as light as a swallow, and every time he dodged was extremely graceful, as if he was dancing in the air.

The old man obviously didn't expect his reaction to be so quick. He was slightly stunned, and then he swung the chain in his hand again, "Humph! Watch out!"

This time, the iron chains danced wildly in the air like living snakes, weaving into an impenetrable net, trying to trap Xinghan inside.

"I didn't realize that you are a cross-stitch enthusiast, Grandpa?!" Xinghan turned his shoulder quickly and smiled softly, "I have tried it before, but it's out of fashion now."

The old man regarded Xinghan's attempt to ease the awkward atmosphere as an evil provocation, and his expression became even uglier.

"You are dead this time!" the old man said excitedly, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"Oh? I don't think so." Xinghan said with a smile.

The iron chains in the sky twisted and dissipated, transforming into sharp chains like fire dragons. The edges of the chains were extremely sharp, and Xinghan's eyes flashed.

This old guy is not very kind. At least he respects his age. Who knew that the old guy would use his age to do bad things.

"Die!" the old man roared, releasing thousands of iron chains.