As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Xia Shang is gone.

He didn't utter any grand words, nor did he ask Ye Qingtian and the Immortal Saint to protect the Xia family for him. He just bowed slightly and walked through the door.

It seemed like just an ordinary farewell...

But everyone present knew that he would never come back.

Ye Qingtian stood there for a long time.

Xia Shang was his only friend, but he could only watch Xia Shang die and could do nothing.

Because he has more important people to protect.

After a long time.

He turned and walked towards the crack, the desolate sword intent emanated from him, and the demon-killing sword emitted bursts of low sword sounds.

"elder brother..."

Ye Qingtian shouted worriedly.

"I am fine."

Ye Qingtian looked back at his sister, a smile appeared on his cold face, and he continued to walk towards the crack: "Xia Shang is a pedantic good man, thirty years in the cave, five hundred years of spring and autumn, from his youth to now, he has never acted arbitrarily and followed his heart, always looking ahead and behind, always wanting to satisfy everyone.

I told him long ago that this was wrong and that he would suffer sooner or later, but unfortunately he didn't listen to me.

it's good now.

He finally got himself killed."

Ye Qingtian had a bright smile on his face when he said these words, but anyone could feel the bone-chilling coldness in him.

The red dragon was trembling all over, smashing the crack of the Fusang tree frantically with the Haoyue Mirror, and kept calling Tu Ang, wanting Tu Ang to save it.

"It doesn't matter if he dies, but he is my only friend..."

Ye Qingtian walked towards Chilong with a sword in hand and asked expressionlessly, "Chilong, can you teach me what I should do?"

The red dragon blocked the Haoyue Mirror in front of him, looked at the Demon-Slaying Sword with fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Xia Shenghuang was a good man. I am very sad that he died, but his death has nothing to do with me!"

"It has nothing to do with you?"

Ye Qingtian frowned slightly, as if he was really thinking.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised the demon-killing sword and said with a smile: "Forget it, just pretend it has nothing to do with you. I'm not that idiot like Xia Shang. I don't need a reason to kill someone."

The words fell.

Horrifying sword lights appeared.

In a short moment, Ye Qingtian drew his sword countless times.

The space inside the Fusang tree was filled with sword energy, a vast rain of swords fell, and the void collapsed and shattered.

The Immortal Saint's expression changed slightly.

The snow spread out instantly, blocking Chen Zhian and Ye Qingtian behind them to prevent the overflowing sword energy from harming them.

"Cheng!!!!"

The sound of endless swords rang out, and a sword master with unparalleled sword skills became like a crude warrior at this moment, picking up the demon-slaying sword and slashing at the red dragon madly.

After nearly a hundred sword strikes, the already cracked Haoyue Mirror shattered into pieces on the ground.

Several hideous gaps appeared on the demon-killing sword.

Ye Qingtian ignored it and continued to swing his sword.

The red dragon howled and transformed into a divine dragon a thousand feet long. Flames that burned the sky and boiled the sea rolled towards Ye Qingtian, and then turned around and fled.

It failed to successfully sacrifice the Haoyue Mirror and was unable to completely revive Haoqi, resulting in the Haoyue Mirror being shattered.

Now that he only has a physical body left, it is impossible for him to be a match for Ye Qingtian.

The terrifying murderous intent emanating from the Demon-Slaying Sword made it unable to even muster the will to resist.

Ye Qingtian split the sea of fire with a sword and leisurely chased the red dragon.

A moment later, he was already standing on top of the red dragon. He swung his sword and the red dragon's flesh and blood flew everywhere. A dragon head fell to the ground, and the dragon's body was completely chopped into meat paste.

Ye Qingtian stood where he was, quietly waiting for the Red Dragon to reshape its body.

Repeatedly.

He chopped the red dragon into pieces again and again and waited for it to reassemble, like a madman.

"elder brother!"

Ye Qingtian looked at the crazy Ye Qingtian worriedly.

"Three thousand swords, let him vent!"

The Immortal Saint looked at Ye Qingtian who was madly swinging the Demon-Slaying Sword, and said slowly: "If he relies purely on swordsmanship, he can cut off the Red Dragon's head in at most twenty swords. After all, the Demon-Slaying is inherently stronger than the demon clan, and the Red Dragon has not been able to completely sacrifice the Bright Moon Mirror.

His good friend died and he was powerless to do anything. He was depressed and could not get rid of it, which made him vulnerable to demons in his heart..."