If you want to be a good person, find Huadi

The moment Huadi saw Sheqing disappear, he flew forward without hesitation and blocked Xingzai with his body. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and Huadi used all his strength to resist Sheqing's fatal blow.

There was a dull thud. Although Huadi barely parried Sheqing's attack, some of it still struck him. Shockingly, a hand pierced through Huadi's right chest, sending blood gushing out like a fountain.

Sheqing slowly pulled his hand out of Huadi's body. His hand, stained with Huadi's blood, looked particularly hideous. He glanced sinisterly at Xingzai, who had been protected unharmed by Huadi, a trace of resentment and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, She Qing flashed back to the central altar like a ghost. His figure was looming in the darkness, revealing a creepy aura.

"Brother Hua, Brother Hua, you can't die! Hold on!" Xingzai looked at Huadi in horror, whose chest was bleeding. He was completely panicked and shouted incoherently at Huadi.

However, She Qing's voice suddenly rang out beside Xingzai at this moment, like a curse from hell: "You all go to hell! I won't give you any more chances!"

Before he finished speaking, She Qing disappeared from the central altar like lightning again, leaving only Xingzai and Huadi lying in a pool of blood.

Wah-ti lay on the ground, his consciousness gradually fading, but he had only one thought in his mind: to protect Sing-jay. He endured the severe pain and tried to struggle to get up again to block Sing-jay, but his injuries were too severe and his body was completely unresponsive. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up.

Xingzai was shrouded in fear. He covered his chest with his hands, as if this could resist Sheqing's attack. Then, he closed his eyes, not daring to look at the bloody scene before him, and silently prayed for a miracle to happen.

At that critical moment, an unexpected miracle occurred! Xingzai, who should have endured immense pain, felt nothing at all. He slowly opened his eyes, and the sight before him astonished him—a sturdy arm, like a shield, forcibly blocking Sheqing's deadly palm.

The owner of this arm was none other than Wu Dehui, who had returned just in time! He rushed over like a flash of lightning, accurately blocking She Qing's attack. Then, without hesitation, Wu Dehui exerted all his strength and struck She Qing's head with a fierce palm strike.

However, Sheqing's reaction speed was extremely fast. It flashed back to the central altar in an instant, causing Wu Dehui's palm to completely miss.

As soon as Wu Dehui emerged from the cave, he immediately boarded Long Jiajun's helicopter and rushed to the TV station at lightning speed. Upon arrival, he quickly used the same method he'd used previously to absorb energy. As time passed, the energy within him continued to accumulate, nearly reaching its limit, as if it could burst at any moment. But he forcibly endured the discomfort and persisted, absorbing energy until the very last moment.

After absorbing the energy, Wu Dehui didn't dare to delay any longer and immediately took a helicopter back to the underground palace. Finally, he successfully caught up with this thrilling scene and saved Xingzi.

At this moment, Sheqing, atop the central altar, fixed its cold, piercing gaze on Wu Dehui like a ghost. Wu Dehui had easily parried its fierce attack, a move that had left Sheqing secretly shocked. Sheqing keenly sensed that this seemingly ordinary figure possessed unfathomable power.

Seeing this, Xingzi hurriedly revealed to Wu Dehui his and Huadi's speculation about Sheqing and Sheqing's attack methods. Wu Dehui listened attentively, and his understanding of Sheqing deepened.

Suddenly, She Qing disappeared from the central altar like a ghost. However, Wu Dehui did not relax at all. He looked around intently, alert for possible sudden attacks from She Qing.

As expected, Sheqing flashed in front of Wu Dehui at an astonishing speed, like lightning. It extended its claws without mercy and grabbed Wu Dehui's chest directly. This attack was like thunder and lightning, with astonishing power.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Wu Dehui showed no fear. He swiftly swung his palm, a whistling wind, and with a powerful internal force, it collided fiercely with She Qing's claws. In an instant, there was a loud bang, as if the entire space was shaking.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Dehui launched a flying kick, swift as the wind, at Sheqing. This kick contained all his strength, unstoppable. Seeing this, Sheqing, showing no sign of weakness, met his attack with a flying kick.

Instantly, the fists and kicks of the man and the ghost collided in mid-air, making a dull thud. Both sides felt the other's immense strength, and this blow was like a collision between Mars and the Earth, incredibly fierce.

After this thrilling collision, Wu Dehui cleverly used the force to retreat two steps, dissipating some of She Qing's strength. She Qing, like a ghost, quickly flashed back to the central altar, keeping a certain distance from Wu Dehui.

At this moment, both the man and the ghost paused their attacks, facing each other. They were both silently gathering strength, preparing for the next, even more intense clash. It was foreseeable that the next attack would be like a comet hitting the earth, earth-shattering and shocking.

Wu Dehui's gaze was as sharp as a torch, fixed firmly on the central altar. Without hesitation, he launched the first attack. His figure was as fast as lightning, rushing towards the central altar at a speed as fast as an arrow from a bow.

He knew that if he could get within five meters of the central altar, She Qing would inevitably confront him. Despite She Qing's formidable strength, Wu Dehui's Pure Yang power was precisely She Qing's nemesis. This duel would ultimately come down to who possessed the greater strength.

This time, Wu Dehui had absorbed enough energy, and he was full of confidence, fearlessly preparing to face She Qing head-on. Every time he attacked, he would unleash his pure yang power to the extreme, and every move contained endless masculine energy.

Furthermore, Wu Dehui skillfully transferred this pure yang energy to Sheqing. Over time, the yin properties within Sheqing would gradually change. This would affect Sheqing's strength, significantly increasing Wu Dehui's chances of victory.

However, to Wu Dehui's surprise, Sheqing did not confront him head-on as he had expected. Instead, Sheqing fully utilized his teleportation ability, like a ghost, accurately avoiding Wu Dehui's attacks every time and quickly turning to launch a surprise attack on the injured Huadi and Xingzai.

This unexpected turn of events caught Wu Dehui off guard, forcing him to focus on protecting Huadi and Xingzai, leaving him exhausted from dealing with Sheqing's attacks. Sheqing, on the other hand, became increasingly adept at fighting, his attacks becoming increasingly fierce, leaving Wu Dehui no chance to breathe.

Although seriously injured, Hua Di and Xing Zai have become a heavy burden for Wu Dehui, but they do not passively wait for the judgment of fate. Instead, they rack their brains and think hard, trying to find a way to delay She Qing and create a good opportunity for Wu Dehui to face She Qing head-on.

Just as Sheqing launched another fierce attack on Xingzi as usual, Xingzi unleashed his special ability without hesitation. In an instant, in Sheqing's vision, Xingzi's figure suddenly changed dramatically - he turned into the appearance of Sheqing's sister!

This sudden scene shocked Sheqing so much that his body froze instantly, as if time had frozen at that moment. His once fierce gaze softened, and his hands involuntarily reached out towards his "sister," as if wanting to touch her familiar face.

Sheqing's eyes gradually became moist, and two lines of tears slid down his pale cheeks. Although he had undergone the final evolution and became a powerful being, the misfortune that his sister had suffered because of him was always an indelible pain in his heart.

At the moment when She Qing was distracted by his emotional fluctuations, Wu Dehui keenly grasped this fleeting opportunity. He jumped up without hesitation and rushed away like a flash of lightning, with a whistling palm wind and majestic momentum.

With a loud bang, Wu Dehui's palm strike hit Sheqing's body like a thunderbolt. Sheqing was like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters away and falling heavily to the ground.

However, Sheqing's strength should not be underestimated. After falling to the ground, it quickly adjusted its state, and with a flash of its body, it returned to the central altar like a ghost, standing face to face with Wu Dehui.