Host, just obey. He loves the innocent male protagonist so much!

Yin Wu Yu watched Lu Qizhi and Ruan Mu secretly discussing something in the corner, and then saw them parting on bad terms. It seemed that Lu Qizhi did not agree with Ruan Mu's plan.

Most of the demons and monsters in the hall were staring at Lu Qizi. After all, Lingxiao Sect was the largest sect in the world, and countless demons and monsters had died at the hands of Lingxiao Sect disciples. They were hostile to Lingxiao Sect.

A little demon took advantage of Lu Qizhi's inattention and pounced on him. Lu Qizhi felt a chill behind him, dodged sideways, and immediately reached out to grab the demon's neck. He threw the demon down hard, and the demon fell to the ground. Lu Qizhi raised his foot and stepped on the demon's neck, breaking it. The demon instantly turned into its original form, deader than dead.

The surrounding monsters all gasped. They didn't expect that this useless person with no spiritual power could kill a monster so easily.

As expected, he is a disciple of Lingxiao Sect.

Those demons who were ready to make a move no longer dared to do anything.

Yin Wuyu didn't want to waste any more time here, confronting these humans and monsters. It was meaningless. His purpose in coming here was to obtain the Wangshu Sword.

Yin Wuyu surveyed the hall and quickly spotted the mechanism. He pressed the raised button on the leftmost wall, and instantly a long sword appeared from above the hall, radiating a silvery-white light and slowly rotating above them.

When they saw the Wangshu Sword appear, everyone became excited and flew up to grab it.

However, as expected, everyone was thrown away when they were about to touch the Wangshu Sword, and everyone was seriously injured.

Some with low cultivation levels even vomited blood and died on the spot.

There is a seal on the sword. If you want to get the Wangshu Sword, you must break the seal first.

"Quack~ Master's sword~"

The little frog stood on Lu Qizhi's shoulder, looking at the long sword floating in the air with some excitement.

"Hey, go get your sword."

Lu Qizhi tilted his head to look at the little frog on his shoulder and said coldly: "I'm not your servant, why should I listen to you?"

Frog: "Quack... That's the Wangshu Sword, the best sword in the world. Aren't you interested?"

Lu Qizhi: “Not interested.”

"Why are you pretending?" A cultivator who had been attacked by the backlash lay on the ground, clutching his chest. Upon hearing Lu Qizhi's words, he was indignant. "You clearly have no way of getting the Wangshu Sword, so why are you pretending to have no interest?"

Lu Qizhi glanced at the monk.

Just one glance, and the monk seemed to be out of breath. There was a kind of innate oppression that the strong had on the weak.

But... the man in front of me is nothing but a waste with all his cultivation wasted.

Lu Qizhi raised his eyes and looked at the Wangshu Sword circling in the sky.

Although he had no interest in the Wangshu Sword, Baili Jue came to the Shuoyue Secret Realm just for this sword. Since he had known Baili Jue for a while, he might as well give the sword to him.

Lu Qizhi raised his hand, and the Wangshu Sword seemed to sense something and slowly flew down. But in an instant, the Wangshu Sword was in Lu Qizhi's arms.

Lu Qizhi drew the Wangshu sword from its sheath and swung it. A stream of sword energy shot out from the air, splitting the stone table not far away into two halves.

Nice sword.

A group of demons: "......?"

Is it that simple? The Wangshu Sword fell into Lu Qizhi's hands just like that.

This makes them look stupid.

Yin Wuyu dodged and stood in front of Lu Qizhi, saying in a cold voice: "Hand over the Wangshu Sword."