The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

In the sky above the viewing area, He Yihuan's Sky-Breaking Sword Technique had not yet taken shape when You Jun had already fled in a panic.

You Jun was like a frightened bird, too flustered to even consider the various magical weapons he had summoned. Those weapons lay scattered across the battlefield, emitting either an evil or mysterious aura, as if telling of the thrilling battle that had just taken place.

He Yihuan, seeing Youjun flee, stopped pursuing him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his deep irises seemingly filled with endless stars. He stared quietly toward the Demonic Tide battlefield, his heart filled with worry like a tide.

"Qingtong, you guys take care of the aftermath here. I'll be back soon." He Yihuan vanished from the scene after leaving these words. The safety of Jiang Qingwu and the others weighed heavily on his heart, his every thought brimming with worry. Without a moment's hesitation, he streaked across the sky like lightning, rushing to the Demonic Tide battlefield to provide support.

"Please, Junior Master/Grand Uncle!" Li Qinglian and Lin Muci raised their heads and shouted, not caring whether He Yihuan, who had disappeared on the spot, could still hear them.

Li Qinglian just silently watched the disappearing crimson, supporting Lin Feixue, and praying in her heart that the disciples on the Demon Tide battlefield were all safe. Lin Feixue seemed to have sensed something and held her hand tightly. The two looked at each other and chuckled.

On the Demon Tide battlefield, the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Jiang Qingwu and the evil cultivator leader were engaged in a fierce battle, like two ferocious beasts engaged in a life-or-death contest. The evil cultivator leader's face was ferocious, and every wrinkle seemed to be the mark of evil carved by the years.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, like a burning flame, full of cruelty and madness. The magic weapon in his hand exuded an evil aura, which filled the air like black smoke, making people shudder.

"Hmph, little girl, don't even think about leaving here alive today." The evil leader said viciously, his voice like a sharp blade, cutting through the air. Every word was filled with threats and intimidation, as if to completely destroy Jiang Qingwu's courage.

Jiang Qingwu's expression was cold and icy, her face like an iceberg, emitting an awe-inspiring aura. Her eyes revealed determination and fearlessness, as if she were an unshakable mountain, unshaken no matter what storms and winds she faced.

She gripped the Qiluan Sword tightly. The hilt seemed to warm in her hand, conveying a sense of strength and conviction. The sword shone red, like a beating heart, brimming with the vitality of life.

"Today is the day you die." Jiang Qingwu's voice was cold and powerful, each word like a heavy stone, hammering down on the evil leader's heart. There was no trace of fear in her voice, only unwavering determination and a dedication to justice.

A black and a red figure collided in the air. Jiang Qingwu was quick-eyed and quick-handed to block the attacks of the evil leader, holding the Qiluan Sword in one hand and making hand gestures to counterattack.

The surrounding disciples watched the battle nervously, their hearts in their throats. Every one of them was filled with tension and worry, as if the outcome of this battle would determine their own fate.

Some disciples clenched their weapons tightly, their weapons becoming an extension of their lives, ready to rush to support Jiang Qingwu at any moment. Their fingers clenched tightly around their weapons, their palms slick with sweat, yet they didn't relax at all.

Some disciples silently prayed for Jiang Qingwu in their hearts, hoping that she could defeat the evil cultivator. Their eyes were filled with expectation and trust, as if Jiang Qingwu was their hero, their hope to defeat evil.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang will definitely win!" a young disciple exclaimed in admiration, his voice brimming with excitement and excitement. After all they'd been through, Jiang Qingwu was already an invincible legend in his heart. His eyes were filled with trust in Jiang Qingwu, and his face brimmed with youthful energy, a yearning for justice and a vision for the future.

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Jiang is so powerful, he can definitely defeat this evil cultivator." Another disciple echoed, his face a look of determination. His eyes were filled with determination, as if cheering Jiang Qingwu on. His voice was full of strength, a steadfast commitment to justice and resistance to evil.

Jiang Qingwu and the evil cultivator leader clashed constantly, each exchange creating a tremendous roar. The sound was like thunder, shaking everyone's heart.

Jiang Qingwu's swordsmanship was incredibly sharp. The Qiluan Sword seemed to come alive in her hands, dancing nimbly. Like a nimble snake, the sword continuously attacked the evil cultivator leader. Each strike carried immense force, as if to completely defeat the evil cultivator leader.

Although the evil cultivator leader's realm was higher than Jiang Qingwu's, he was gradually unable to withstand Jiang Qingwu's fierce attacks and the blessing of various magic weapons and high-level talismans.

His expression grew increasingly grim, like a dark, overcast sky, filled with gloom and despair. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, rolling down like pearls and dripping onto the ground, as if expressing his exhaustion and helplessness.

"You girl, why are you so difficult to deal with?" the evil leader said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with anger and unwillingness. His eyes gleamed with a fierce gleam, as if he wanted to devour Jiang Qingwu alive.

Jiang Qingwu sneered, a laugh as cold as ice, chilling everyone to the bone. "Those who have committed so many evil deeds will be punished today."

"It's indeed a good cauldron that the Lord has his eyes on! What a pity that it has not been used!" He pretended to be calm, but his heart was full of doubts and puzzlement. He didn't understand why a little girl who was at a lower level than him could make him so embarrassed.

"Save your lies for the King of Hell!" Her eyes were filled with rage, like a burning flame, ready to completely consume the evil cultivator leader. She swung the Qiluan Sword even faster, the sword swift and unpredictable like a hurricane.

The battle reached a fever pitch. Jiang Qingwu emanated a powerful aura, like surging ocean waves, constantly impacting everything around her. Her eyes were focused and determined, as if the entire world consisted only of her and the evil cultivator leader before her.

The light from the Qiluan Sword grew brighter and brighter, as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it. Jiang Qingwu continuously poured his own spiritual power into the sword, and that spiritual power flowed like a river, full of vitality. The evil cultivator leader on the other side struggled to hold on.

"Break it!" Jiang Qingwu shouted, her voice like thunder, shaking everyone's heart. The Qiluan Sword stabbed at the evil cultivator leader with great force, the sword like lightning, swift and accurate.

The evil cultivator leader hurriedly raised his magic weapon to block the blow, but under the overwhelming force of the Qiluan Sword, his magic weapon was instantly knocked away. Like a kite with a broken string, it fluttered in the air before landing heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

The evil cultivator leader showed a look of horror, his eyes filled with despair and fear. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. The Qiluan Sword accurately pierced his chest, the sword like a sharp dagger, deeply penetrating his heart.

His eyes widened in disbelief and unwillingness, his eyes wide open in death. His body slowly fell to the ground like a collapsing mountain, making a dull sound.

The surrounding disciples, upon seeing this scene, erupted in cheers. Their voices echoed like waves, one after another, filled with joy and excitement. "Fellow Daoist Jiang is amazing!" "We won!" Their faces, brimming with joy and excitement, were like flowers blooming in spring, brimming with vitality and energy.

"Haha, this evil cultivator is finally dead, avenging our fallen fellow disciples." A disciple said excitedly, kicking away the evil cultivator he had killed. His voice was full of excitement and joy.

Tears glistened in his eyes, a mixture of remembrance for his fallen comrades and joy at victory. A gratified smile appeared on his face, as if he was proud of his own efforts and dedication.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang is truly our role model. I want to be like her and bravely face evil," another disciple said firmly. His voice was filled with determination and conviction, his eyes filled with admiration. At that moment, Jiang Qingwu was his hero, his driving force. A resolute look appeared on his face, as if he were swearing a vow for his future.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the corpse of the evil leader and breathed a sigh of relief. Her face was pale, like a piece of white paper, without a trace of blood.

This battle consumed a great deal of her spiritual energy, leaving her body feeling hollowed out, filled with fatigue and weakness. Yet, her eyes still revealed a resolute and unyielding spirit. She knew the battle wasn't over yet, and there were still other evil cultivators they needed to eliminate.

Seeing their guardians slain, the evil cultivators lost all will to fight and sought to escape, their figures scurrying around like panicked rabbits.

Seeing the evil cultivators trying to escape, Jiang Qingwu curled her lips into a cold smile. That sneer was as cold as ice, chilling everyone to the bone. She flung out a restraining talisman, pinning the fleeing cultivators to their spot. The restraining talisman was like an invisible net, tightly trapping the evil cultivators and preventing them from escaping.

"You deserve to live after committing so many evil deeds?" Jiang Qingwu's voice was icy, her eyes filled with rage. Her voice was like a sharp blade, slicing through the air. She stepped towards the imprisoned evil cultivator, the Qiluan Sword in her hand radiating a cold light. That icy light, like the cold moonlight, sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if she was determined to annihilate the evil cultivators once and for all.

Seeing this, the other disciples seized the opportunity to slay the evil cultivators, avenging their fellow disciples who had died in battle and the countless innocent lives lost at their hands. Their actions were decisive and swift, without the slightest hesitation. Their eyes were filled with hatred, as if they wanted to burn the evil cultivators to ashes.

"Kill them! Avenge our fellow disciples!" a disciple shouted, his voice filled with anger and hatred. Tears glistened in his eyes, a glint of longing for his fallen fellow disciples and anger at the evil cultivator. He gripped his weapon tightly and struck at the evil cultivator without hesitation.

"These evil cultivators deserve their punishment. We cannot let them escape," another disciple said, his voice filled with determination and resolve. He gripped his weapon tightly, his eyes filled with hatred. He attacked the evil cultivators without hesitation, as if determined to annihilate them completely.

Watching the evil cultivators being slain, every disciple present praised them. Their voices echoed like waves, one after another, filled with joy and excitement.

At this moment, He Yihuan arrived at the Demonic Tide battlefield. His figure appeared before everyone's eyes in an instant like lightning.

He happened to witness Jiang Qingwu slaying the evil cultivator leader, and instantly recognized him as Ye Qingcheng's most loyal left protector. He instantly realized Ye Qingcheng was also involved in this conspiracy. His eyes grew more serious, and he became even more wary of Ye Qingcheng's scheme. His heart was filled with worry and uneasiness, as if a greater storm was about to strike.

He Yihuan looked at these young men with a surge of emotion. They had grown so much in this battle, becoming braver and stronger. Their eyes were filled with hope and the future, as if they were proud of their own growth and progress.

He Yihuan emerged from the darkness, his figure like a mountain, giving off a sense of calmness and resolve. He looked at Jiang Qingwu and the disciples around him, a wave of emotion welling up in his heart.

These young disciples did not flinch in the face of evil and fought bravely. Their courage and determination made him feel comforted and as if he saw hope for the future.

"Master?" Jiang Qingwu bowed slightly upon seeing He Yihuan. Her voice was filled with respect and gratitude. A hint of fatigue crossed her face, but her eyes remained determined.

He Yihuan nodded slightly. "Well done." His voice was filled with praise. His eyes were filled with relief and pride, as if he was happy for Jiang Qingwu's growth and progress. He knew that Jiang Qingwu had shown extraordinary courage and wisdom in this battle. She had become a true warrior.

"No, why are you here? Does your level allow you to run around everywhere?" Jiang Qingwu questioned.

After Li Qingtong and the others dealt with the remaining demons, they saw that the battle on Shui Jing's side had ended, so they gave up the thought of going to support them. Their hearts were filled with joy and relief, as if a nightmare had finally ended.

Feng Jingchen, Zhongli Xiu, Lin Muci, and the others, though deeply concerned about the situation on the Demonic Tide battlefield, also worked together to clean up the mess. Their movements were swift and orderly, as if they were engaged in a tense battle, their only hope being to complete the matter quickly and then meet their Junior Master.

"Ahem..." He coughed unnaturally after hearing Jiang Qingwu's question, then continued, "I'll come and take you back."

He Yihuan's voice was steady and powerful, and his eyes revealed a hint of warmth. His voice was like a spring breeze, blowing through everyone's heart.

The disciples were deeply moved when they heard He Yihuan's words. Their eyes were filled with gratitude and joy, as if they were happy for their victory and return home.

They knew that, although the battle had been arduous, they had finally triumphed over evil and welcomed the dawn of victory. They could return home, and the demonic conspiracy had finally come to a temporary end...