The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Jiang Yingxue looked at the image reflected by the stone and laughed speechlessly.

"Wow, I haven't even introduced myself like that before, but he said it so grandly."

Her voice was quiet, but it resonated like thunder in everyone's ears. In an instant, all the sect's disciples turned their heads in unison, their gazes fixed on Jiang Yingxue like lanterns.

"Savior? Is there really a savior!?"

"When that person just now said that the demon king's men were coming to attack us, I didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect it to be true!"

"I thought the savior was a man, but I didn't expect it to be a little girl."

"I remember her! The one who unexpectedly reached the Nascent Soul stage during the sect competition!"

"What? Only at the Nascent Soul stage? How can you resist this demon king?"

Everyone was talking at once. Luo Wei put away the image stone. "Now, do you believe it? You cultivators boast of yourselves being noble all day long, but when you want to pursue power, don't you still kneel before me?"

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it! Qingfeng is not that kind of person!"

After saying that, Duan Ningning swung her magic weapon and slashed at Luo Wei.

Luo Wei stood beside the Demon King, his body torn and covered with wounds. He was completely unable to resist Duan Ningning's move, but with the Demon King around, Luo Wei was not panicked.

"Little girl, you are no match for the Demon King."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Duan Ningning's magic weapon hit Luo Wei heavily.

Luo Wei suddenly opened his eyes wide, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground.

"My Lord Demon King... why..." He lay on the ground, staring at the Demon King.

The demon king stood aside, his face stern, his eyes expressionless. He patted his shoulder gently, as if brushing away a speck of dust. "You're no longer of any use. Even with your tattered body, I still need to spend a lot of energy. Why should I bother?"

Luo Wei's body trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief and pain. He couldn't accept that the person he worshipped day and night would abandon him at the last moment.

He hates it so much... He hates it so much...

"Go to hell... You will get... retribution..." Luo Wei's voice was filled with endless resentment, but before he finished speaking, his body began to gradually dissipate, turning into black light particles and dissipating in the air.

The Demon King watched as the last trace of Luo Wei disappeared, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at everyone, his eyes full of madness.

Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. His laughter echoed between heaven and earth like thunder, carrying a heart-pounding horror.

"Finally, no one can stop me anymore! The world is about to face an unprecedented catastrophe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly changed color. Dark clouds rolled and boiled, thunder roared, lightning flashed, the wind howled, and the earth began to shake violently, as if responding to the demon king's wild laughter.

Everyone on the battlefield was shocked by this sudden vision.

"What's going on?"

"How can a Yuanying stage cultivator deal with this kind of demonic power?"

Everyone was suddenly in a panic.

Suddenly, an older man spoke up, "Everyone, please listen to me! We've already slaughtered these monsters until there are only a few left. Even the Monster King is alone! But we have both the Savior and the Nine-Tailed Fox. At worst, we can just attack him one by one and wear him down! We can definitely win!"

"Hahahahaha! Ridiculous! Truly ridiculous!"

The demon king's gaze swept across the old man like a knife. He raised his hand and waved it lightly. The old man was suddenly as if pinched by an invisible hand, and his body was instantly pulled in front of the demon king.

The demon king's fingers gripped the old man's neck like iron pliers, his voice low and cold: "How dare you compare me to those losers? Are you tired of living?"

The old man's face flushed crimson, and breathing became extremely difficult, but his gaze remained firm. Gathering his last bit of strength, he spoke with difficulty, "You were supposed to be born four years later. You defied the will of heaven, and your demonic power must have been greatly reduced! I am willing to fight you in my lifetime, and I will die a worthy death!"

After saying this, his body suddenly expanded, and a powerful spiritual power burst out from his body. He urged his internal energy and chose to self-destruct!

With a loud bang, the old man's body turned into a ball of dazzling light. Although it failed to hurt the Demon King at all, his robes were torn to pieces by the explosion.

The demon king frowned, dusted off his robe, and said with a hint of disdain, "You old thing, you really don't know your own limitations."

However, the old man's feat was like a spark that instantly ignited the hearts of everyone present.

"He's right!"

“We will definitely win!”

"Go! Kill!"

Everyone shouted in unison, their voices echoing between heaven and earth like thunder, and one by one they attacked the Demon King like crazy.

Yan Chuan stood beside Jiang Yingxue, his eyes stern, and whispered, "Yingxue, let's go up and fight him first. You take the opportunity to find his weakness."

Jiang Yingxue nodded and tightened her grip on the Buzhou Sword: "Be careful!"

Yan Chuan said no more, and swung the Firefly Sword in his hand, which streaked across the sky like a meteor and rushed straight towards the Demon King.

"Oh, they are just a bunch of ants."

The demon king sneered, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.

He twisted his hands slowly, condensing a powerful demonic energy in his palms, and then suddenly swung them to both sides.

In an instant, an invisible energy wave spread out in all directions with the Demon King as the center.

Wherever the air wave passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a deafening roar.

The group of disciples rushing in the front bore the brunt of the attack. Their bodies were torn apart by the air waves like pieces of paper, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Their screams stopped abruptly before they could even finish.

Then, the energy wave continued to spread, and the disciples behind were like small boats overturned by huge waves. They flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, blood spurting from their mouths and the sound of broken bones came one after another.

The entire battlefield instantly descended into chaos, smoke and dust billowing, obscuring vision. Wailing and groaning mixed together, like hell on earth.

However, in this chaos, two figures went upstream, passed through the residual power of the air wave, and headed straight for the Demon King.

When the smoke cleared, Yan Chuan and another man from another sect were seen approaching the Demon King.

One of them was on the left and the other on the right, forming a pincer attack.

"Oh, not bad, you can still get close to me." The Demon King said lightly, and then easily bounced the two away.

Yan Chuan's Firefly Sword was intact, but the man's spear instantly collapsed under the power of the Demon King, frightening the man so much that he immediately lost the strength to continue fighting.

The demon king looked at Yan Chuan and immediately became interested. He asked, "Young man, where did you get this sword?"