I quit the sect and became a demon cultivator. Master and Sister kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

"Do you think beating a saint is the same as beating a child?"

Bai Ji glared at him, "The magical weapons these two used are both top-notch, how could they be defeated in one move!"

Qu Qiunong's Burning Heaven Seal and Liang Ziyi's Feihong Mace are indeed magical weapons above the Saint level. When wielded by a Saint, their power is extremely strong.

Bai Ji was unarmed and had no magic weapon, but she was able to crush two opponents at once, which was shocking enough.

Seeing the Divine Fire Formation being broken and Leng Yuan dying, the hatred in Qu Qiunong's eyes deepened.

Even though he, a saint, came personally with the Divine Fire Formation and had Liang Ziyi to help him, he still underestimated Li Changqing.

Who is this Sixth Prince and why does he have such great power?

As Bai Ji spent so long away from the Sky-Breaking Bell, her soul became somewhat transparent and her strength noticeably weakened.

"break!"

She suddenly unleashed her cultivation, directly injuring Qu Qiunong and Liang Ziyi. She also swallowed up all the corpses on the ground into her soul and returned to the Broken Sky Bell.

"Boy, I need to take a moment to calm down and refocus my spirit. You can hold on first!"

Bai Ji jokingly said, "I've injured them. Don't let me get you out before you can!"

Qu Qiunong and Liang Ziyi were shocked and fell out, and Liang Jing even vomited several mouthfuls of blood and was seriously injured.

Li Changqing held the sword in his hand, breathing heavily, with beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his pale cheeks.

He wasn't seriously injured, but he had fought the Divine Fire Formation with all his might, and both his spiritual and physical strength had been exhausted.

"Without this great sage, do you still want to get out alive?"

Qu Qiunong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and quietly regulated his breathing while speaking. His internal organs were churning and his heart and soul were shaking.

The little Shenyoutianjing forced him to use the Burning Heaven Seal and was injured. Anger surged in his chest, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Li Changqing was full of murderous intent.

"You were injured by my protector, how can you kill me?"

Li Changqing was fearless. He was injured by Bai Ji and it would take him a while to recover. There was a hint of provocation in his words.

"What about me?"

Liang Ziyi said in a deep voice, and walked over. Liang Jing followed closely behind him, the sword in his hand trembling constantly.

Finally she was able to kill Li Changqing with her own hands, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Liang Ziyi, even if you're not the vice-president of Yingtian Academy, you're at least a deacon and an official of the Great Zhou. Do you know what the crime of murdering a prince is?"

Li Changqing scolded him harshly, "You still don't repent."

"Have you ever thought about what will happen if you fail to kill me today? Will the entire Liang family be executed?"

Liang Ziyi's face turned fierce as he recalled what had happened to the Liang family.

"Even if I don't kill you, the Liang family will be destroyed in the power struggle. We might as well go all in and take a gamble!"

The Liang family has fallen to such a state that they have long been treated as pawns, at the mercy of others. They have no choice!

Thinking of this, he was overwhelmed with sadness, and his determination to kill Li Changqing became even stronger.

Liang Jing heard that he was in a desperate situation, yet he was still so arrogant, with his eyes wide open, and he couldn't help but scold him harshly.

"You're like a drowned dog right now, yet you still dare to act so arrogantly. Do you really think you can escape this? I once said, if you don't kill me, I will kill you. I never thought this day would come so soon!"

"Haha, that's great, Li Changqing, you have come to this day!"

Outside the inn, a man walked in. It was Cui Hao, holding a tattered wine gourd and covered in dirt.

When everyone was fighting to the death, he hid outside, and only came in when he thought that Li Changqing had no chance of turning the tables.

Li Changqing looked around at them, a layer of low pressure shrouding him, and a sneer on his lips.

Shameless people, what is there to fear?

Liang Jing looked at Cui Hao with disdain, "Cui Hao, you've lost all your cultivation, but you have a dog's nose, and you actually found your way here!"

Cui Hao looked at Li Changqing viciously.

"He's going to die, why shouldn't I witness it myself? I'm in this situation because of him. Even if I can't kill him myself, watching him die is satisfying!"

After saying this, he looked at Liang Jing quite emotionally.

After all, it was the person he once loved who avenged him!

Liang Jing disdained to talk to Cui Hao, and even showed disgust at the way he looked at her.

Cui Hao had once looked at her like this, and all she felt at that time was love. She wished she could hang on him and become one with him.

Unfortunately, this love faded too quickly, then turned into hatred, and now it is full of contempt.

"Dad, there's no need to waste time talking to him. Your daughter wants to kill him with her own hands!"

Liang Ziyi's eyes were filled with sorrow as he nodded heavily.

"You have been demoted to a commoner and banished from the Divine Capital. If one day the Liang family can recover, your father will forgive you for what you did in the past!"

"Killing Li Changqing is the first thing I've done for the Liang family!"

The humiliation in Liang Jing's heart surged up at once. With tears in her eyes, she nodded and pointed her sword at Li Changqing, "Prepare to die!"

A flash of cold light flashed by, and sparks flew.

Li Changqing activated the Nine Yang Golden Body Technique, a sneer appearing on his brows, "Even if I'm exhausted, you can't kill me!"

With a wave of his hand and a smack, he slapped her several meters away.

Liang Jing's already injured body was made worse. She vomited a mouthful of blood and her face turned pale!

"Li Changqing, you..."

A clear palm print appeared on her face, burning with pain. Her eyes were filled with tears and she glared at Li Changqing angrily.

I remembered that I was humiliated by him like this in the capital!

"Jing'er..."

In a panic, Cui Hao called out her nickname and hurried over to help her up.

"Don't come over here!" Liang Jing shouted, "You useless bastard don't need to bother me!"

She struggled to her feet, her eyes blazing with desire.

Liang Jing couldn't see through Li Changqing. He was so domineering no matter what the situation was. Only death could scare him?

But he doesn't seem to be afraid of death!

Cui Hao looked dejected at Liang Jing's attitude and retreated consciously, feeling mixed emotions.

He still can't protect Liang Jing!

Even though Li Changqing was injured and exhausted, he could only watch his beloved lying on the bed, powerless to do anything.

Just like the time when he was caned in the Zongzheng Mansion, he sighed softly and looked at himself who was powerless and full of sorrow!

"Damage my daughter, and you'll die!"

Liang Ziyi was enraged. Even though he was injured, he still summoned the aura of a saint and swept over.

Li Changqing raised his sword to block, but was pushed back several meters. Although the Nine Yang Golden Body Technique blocked most of the attacks, he was still seriously injured.

"Don't forget, I still have magic weapons!"

He focused his eyes and summoned the Dragon King Cauldron. With a buzzing sound, it smashed directly towards Liang Ziyi!

Bang!

Liang Ziyi threw out the Feihong Sword, and a rainbow-like momentum was stimulated by him, colliding with the Shenlong King Cauldron.

Both of them spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground!

"father……"

Liang Jing ran over and helped Liang Ziyi up, "Li Changqing, how dare you hurt my father..."

"Don't go there!"

Liang Ziyi grabbed her. Liang Jing's injuries at this moment were so severe that even an ordinary person could not kill her. If she rushed over, she would be courting death.

"Dad is a saint, it's more than enough for him to kill a wounded Divine Wandering Heaven Realm!"

He was unwilling to give up, so he summoned the Feihong Sword again.

Although Liang Ziyi was very powerful, he was blocked by the Divine Dragon King Cauldron. The dragon shadow in the cauldron was churning, and the pressure suppressed him so that he could not raise his head.

"Today, I will kill you!"

He mobilized the remaining strength of the saint and pushed the Feihong Sword forward with all his might, blood continuously flowing out of his mouth.

Even if he was a saint, using a holy-level magic weapon, he would still be suppressed when resisting the Dragon King Cauldron.

The two of them gained strength while the other gained power, resulting in a stalemate.

Qu Qiunong took the opportunity to put a pill into his mouth and quickly regulated his breathing, hoping to heal his injuries and restore his cultivation as soon as possible.

After a moment, he realized that his breath could flow freely, and he let out a long laugh and jumped to Liang Ziyi's side.

"Master Liang, I'm here to help you!"

Qu Qiunong's Red Flame Palm came with flames, and Li Changqing swung his sword to break Ling Feng's armor.

The sound of collision resounded throughout the inn. A huge force came from Li Changqing's sword. His vision turned black in an instant, his soul was in turmoil, and a sharp pain came from his internal organs.

Both of them were injured. Although Li Changqing was at a disadvantage in the previous move, it was enough to prove that he was capable of fighting against a saint.

"Sixth Prince, just die obediently, it would be much easier. Do you really have to make your life worse than death?"

With the help of elixir, Qu Qiunong recovered about 70% of his injuries. In his eyes, Li Changqing was like an ant.

"It's probably not easy to kill him!"

Qu Qiunong gathered his palm power, wanting to take advantage of the situation to finish off Li Changqing, when a voice came from above the inn.

Immediately afterwards, a loud shattering sound was heard.

A gun fell from the sky, pierced through the roof of the inn, and landed on the ground. The gun body vibrated and the sound it made pierced the eardrums.

Everyone looked up and saw a figure falling. The strong momentum swept the fallen tiles and broken wood several feet away.

"Marquis Youfang?"

Liang Ziyi's pupils contracted, and he asked in shock, "You actually became Li Changqing's disciple?"