The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

As soon as the words fell, the people of Wuliang Sect swarmed over like a tide.

Each of their faces was filled with concern and worry, and it was as if they couldn't wait to convey all their care and love to the person in front of them.

Shi An, who was in the center of the crowd, was extremely anxious at the moment, as if he were on fire. However, his calm personality cultivated over the years allowed him to suppress his anxiety. He simply frowned, his deep eyes filled with worry.

He raised his head slightly, staring at Jiang Qingwu in front of him, and said softly in a slow and firm tone: "Qingwu, you're back. Don't panic. Let me, your senior brother, carefully examine your injuries first."

Jiang Qingwu looked at everyone, her heart filled with emotion. She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice calm. "Thank you all for your concern, brothers and sisters. I'm fine. Although this trip had some setbacks, it also brought me a lot of benefits."

Shi Chenbai, who was standing aside, was usually known for his calmness and composure. However, at this moment, he had already lost his former calmness and composure.

He walked hurriedly, taking two steps at a time as he approached quickly, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness: "Junior sister, your trip out has really made everyone's heart hang in our throats! If anything happens to you, or if you make any mistakes, I, your brother, will be so sad..." At this point, he was speechless and could hardly continue.

Jiang Qingwu gently patted Shi Chenbai's shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother, I'm really fine. You don't have to worry so much. This experience has also made me understand a lot. I will be more careful in the future."

On the other side, Lin Feixue was already crying like a tearful child, tears pouring out of her eyes like a flood. She held Jiang Qingwu's hands tightly and said with a sob, "Qingwu, if anything happens to you, how are we going to explain to Junior Master?"

Jiang Qingwu patted Lin Feixue's hand comfortingly and said, "Senior Sister Feixue, I know you care about me, but I'm really fine now. Look, I'm standing here fine, aren't I? Don't worry, I won't let you down."

Although Jiang Qingwu repeatedly stated that she was fine, Li Qinglian did not hesitate at all. Without saying a word, she reached out and held Jiang Qingwu's slender wrist, and then began to concentrate on exploring the extent of her injuries.

Beads of sweat the size of beans soon appeared on his forehead and rolled down his cheeks.

But even so, he still focused, muttering to himself: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Brother will definitely do everything he can to help you heal your injuries."

Li Qingtong had a serious expression on his face. While comforting Jiang Qingwu, he pondered the subsequent response strategy: "Qingwu, focus on recovering first. We can plan other matters later. Now that you have reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage, aren't you afraid that this will affect your ascension..."

Jiang Qingwu shook her head and gently patted the back of Li Qingtong's hand to indicate that she was fine and had nothing to fear. Her eyes slowly swept over everyone present, eyes filled with gratitude and relief. She said softly, "Thank you all for your concern. I'm fine, there's no need to worry so much."

Pei Yi was extremely anxious, pacing back and forth nervously, muttering to himself, "What should I do? What should I do? Oh no..."

Jiang Qingwu looked at Pei Yi, revealed a gentle smile, and comforted him, "Brother, don't worry, I'm really fine. With everyone here, I will definitely get better soon."

At this moment, Feng Jingchen, Lin Muci, Zhongli Xiu, Feng Ci, Su Chen, Mo Yunsheng and others rushed over after hearing the news and quickly gathered together.

Feng Jingchen and Zhong Lixiu's faces were filled with distress. They looked at the person in front of them and said softly, "Junior Master, you've suffered. Seeing you like this, we feel really bad."

Lin Muci and Mo Yunsheng, who were standing nearby, seemed even more anxious. Her voice trembled slightly, "Junior Master, you must get better soon! We're all waiting for you."

Jiang Qingwu looked at them with a smile, tears of emotion in her eyes. She said softly, "Thank you. I know you are all worried about me. With you around, I will definitely get better."

Although her voice was weak, it was full of firm strength, which made everyone present feel extremely reassured.

At the same time, Ye Qingcheng on the other side received a provocation from Jiang Qingwu. When he felt the strong hostility, his heart couldn't help but tighten.

You know, Jiang Qingwu is not only He Yihuan's closed disciple, but she has also brought too many miracles to the Dongxu Realm since she entered the Tao. Her strength should not be underestimated.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Ye Qingcheng knew that he had to be careful and not be careless at all. He was not like Youjun, who was as stupid as a pig!

However, Ye Qingcheng was no longer the same person at this time. After a lot of arduous efforts, he successfully conquered the Demon Palace and unified the command of the powerful forces of both the evil and the demon.

He showed no mercy to those stubborn demons who dared to disobey orders and refused to surrender.

As soon as he gave the order, his men rushed towards the enemy like tigers descending from the mountains, and a bloody and brutal massacre began in an instant. The entire Demon Palace was suddenly filled with blood and wailing.

Inside the Demon Palace, a strong and pungent smell of blood spread everywhere, filling every corner. The smell made people's stomachs churn and almost nauseous.

The subordinates of Youjun, who had been blessed by the secret magic before, naturally knew in their hearts that there was a huge gap in strength between the enemy and us, but they were not afraid. They were determined to die and fought to the death.

Their eyes were wide open, burning with rage and an unyielding determination. They roared at the top of their lungs and rushed towards Ye Qingcheng without hesitation.

"With your limited abilities, you still dare to think of conquering the Demon Palace? That's simply wishful thinking!"

Others who coveted the position of Demon Lord also took advantage of the situation and shouted, "Before the victory is decided, anything is possible! The final outcome is still uncertain, so why should we willingly submit to you?"

Facing this group of aggressive and powerful enemies, Ye Qingcheng's face was as gloomy as water, and his expression was as cold as ice that had been frozen for thousands of years. The depths of his eyes revealed a kind of ruthlessness and extreme contempt, as if these people in front of him were just a group of humble ants that could be trampled on at will.

"You really overestimate your abilities!" He snorted coldly and swung his arms violently.

In an instant, an incomparably powerful magical power, like a surging wave, surged out of his body with overwhelming force.

For a moment, the entire space was illuminated by colorful magical light, and various colors intertwined together to form a beautiful but murderous picture.

At the same time, shouts and cries of killing rose and fell one after another, deafening and resounding through the sky.

However, even if these subordinates tried their best, their strength was too weak compared to Ye Qingcheng.

Although they had made every effort, even at the cost of their own lives, they were ultimately unable to withstand Ye Qingcheng's terrifying attack, which was as devastating as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

"Ah!" A series of shrill screams echoed throughout the space, sending chills down one's spine. The demon warriors who had fought so hard fell one after another into a pool of blood, and blood splattered everywhere like a fountain.

"Hmph, just a desperate resistance." Ye Qingcheng snorted coldly, his eyes were extremely indifferent, and there was no mercy in his hands.

He continuously unleashed powerful and brutal spells, like a violent storm, relentlessly bombarding the remaining demons. Each spell contained terrifying power, instantly wiping out the remaining demons.

At this time, the ground of the Demon Palace was completely stained with blood, appearing a shocking red color.

The corpses were piled up in a haphazard manner like small hills, making this place look like a terrible hell on earth.

However, facing this horrific scene, Ye Qingcheng remained indifferent, seemingly unfazed by what was happening before his eyes. He stood quietly amidst the bloodshed, secretly pondering how to respond to Jiang Qingwu's impending challenge.

Meanwhile, Jiang Qingwu was being held tightly by Li Qinglian's arm, receiving emergency treatment. Despite her serious injuries, her face remained calm, not betraying any trace of pain or fear.

Suddenly, Jiang Qingwu broke free from Li Qinglian's hand and said to the people around him with an expressionless face, "I have decided to break into the Demon Palace alone and kill that evil villain Ye Qingcheng with my own hands."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and they all looked worried.

"Qingwu, don't be impulsive! Ye Qingcheng is treacherous and cunning, and his strength is unfathomable." Shi An hurriedly stepped forward and spoke calmly, his tone filled with undeniable worry. "This matter is of no small importance. We must consider it carefully and absolutely cannot act rashly."

Jiang Qingwu stood there, her figure as straight as a pine tree. Her beautiful face was now shrouded in a layer of determination, and her eyes were firm, as if nothing could shake her resolve. Her gaze was like two bright torches, flashing with a resolute light that made one dare not look directly at them.

"Senior Brother, the situation is clear now. I have successfully broken through to the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and Ye Qingcheng is also in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. But as far as I know, the strongest of his subordinates is only in the Fusion Stage, which is not enough to make us afraid. What's more, I have the Qiluan Sword in my hand!" Jiang Qingwu said as he gently raised his hand and pointed to the sword beside him that exuded a mysterious aura.

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger and saw the Qiluan Sword quietly floating in the air. The mysterious spiritual patterns on the sword were like a series of agile fire phoenixes, constantly flowing with red light, sometimes gathering into a dazzling ball of light, and sometimes dispersing and turning into starlight that scattered all around, which was a beautiful sight.

Seeing such a miraculous sight, the crowd gasped in amazement. Zhongli Xiu's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief as he muttered to himself, "This...this is probably more than just a connection between man and sword, right? This is simply the legendary highest realm of sword cultivation—the unity of man and sword!"

Feng Ci, who was standing by, nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of admiration. He said with emotion, "Yes, Junior Master is truly amazing! Not only is he able to perform such a divine skill as drawing talismans in the void, but his swordsmanship attainments have also reached a peak that no one can match! He is truly too powerful!"

After hearing what the two said, the people around them echoed them one after another, expressing their sincere admiration and respect for Jiang Qingwu's strength.

Everyone knows that even among many geniuses, outstanding people like Jiang Qingwu are extremely rare.

At this time, someone noticed Jiang Qingwu's senior brothers and sisters. Most of them had very high cultivation levels. Except for Pei Yi, the others had already entered the tribulation period.

However, according to the cultivation rules of the Dongxu Realm, once a cultivator enters the Tribulation Period, he can no longer interfere in worldly affairs at will.

There were once cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage who disregarded the laws. Not to mention their own power to move mountains and fill seas, the karma they created by recklessly interfering in the secular world transformed into even more powerful thunder tribulations during their ascension, striking them to ashes and annihilating them, preventing them from entering the cycle of reincarnation...

There are too many examples, so even though these senior brothers and sisters want to help Jiang Qingwu, they are powerless. They are not afraid of being reduced to ashes, but they are afraid that if they lose the Wuliang Sect, who will protect them?

Feng Jingchen and others saw that Jiang Qingwu had made up her mind and wanted to dissuade her, but before they could say anything, she gently waved her hand and politely refused.

Jiang Qingwu looked at them sternly and said, "Don't worry about me, everyone. The most important thing right now is the impending demonic tide. You must focus on your cultivation and improving your strength. Don't let my personal affairs delay your practice. Only then will we have enough strength to resist the demonic tide when it arrives."

Upon hearing this, although everyone felt reluctant, they knew Jiang Qingwu was right, so they nodded in response, "We will follow Senior Sister Jiang's instructions and strive to do our utmost to train diligently and be fully prepared to deal with the demonic tide."

Seeing everyone agree, Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly, then turned and rushed towards Tingxue Peak. Once back at Tingxue Peak, she didn't even bother to rest for a moment. She immediately used the intelligence she had gathered from her previous investigations to carefully draw a rough map of the Demon Palace.

After completing the map, she took a short breath, then sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate to heal her injuries.

Recalling the thrilling battle with Youjun, if it were not for the sword spirit in the Qiluan Sword that came to his aid at the critical moment, I would probably have died by now.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingwu couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. However, she knew that the real test was still to come - this life-and-death duel with Ye Qingcheng.

This battle not only concerns her personal honor, disgrace, life and death, but also the reputation and safety of her master's family and her own family. Therefore, no matter what, she must fight in the best condition, striving to kill with one strike, without any mistakes!

After Jiang Qingwu secretly made a vow in his heart, he closed his eyes tightly, put aside all distracting thoughts, and wholeheartedly mobilized the spiritual power in his body.

As her skills were practiced, the air around her seemed to be affected and slowly fluctuated, forming visible vortexes of spiritual energy that continuously flowed into her body.