After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

"Through thick and thin, united in purpose? Oh, you sound so scholarly, are you a disciple of a sect?"

Jiang Liqian remained silent with a cold gaze.

The burly man, unfazed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and swaggered to his feet: "If it were when the world was at peace, I, a nobody, would have looked down on you disciples with sect backing. But now, go outside the city and see how many sect disciples have died there; their bones are piled up like mountains!"

"Don't be naive, little girl. What about working together and uniting as one? We're all going to die, and nobody will survive. Can you stop those man-eating monsters outside? Stop pretending to be high and mighty. You might as well enjoy your last moments. To hell with all the rules, regulations, and moral codes!"

"What did you say..."

"Uncle!" The little girl grabbed Jiang Liqian's skirt and cried out.

Both of them were startled, and Jiang Liqian's expression changed.

She gritted her teeth, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the sky, which had just brightened, suddenly darkened, and a cold wind suddenly swept across the earth. The wind was biting and carried a heavy, oppressive demonic energy that made it hard to breathe, rushing straight to everyone's faces.

The girl had already turned pale with fright and fainted. The big man's lips were trembling, but his eyes were glaring at Jiang Liqian with increasing ferocity, as if all his fear had turned into malice and he was about to pounce on her.

Jiang Liqian trembled with anger when she saw the big man like that.

So many people died, and they actually saved such a beast?!

How could he possibly tarnish the sacrifices made by Master Lianlian and the others?!

Enraged to the extreme, Jiang Liqian suddenly let out a cold laugh. She pushed the little girl into the arms of Ji Huaiche, who had come looking for her scent. With a swift movement, she grabbed the big man by the collar and lifted him into the air like a chick. In a flash, she brought him to the top of the city wall.

At this moment, the demon army is pressing in, the air is thick with tension, and dark, endless clouds hang over the city walls and barriers. The solemn army exudes an oppressive aura that makes it almost impossible to breathe.

The burly man was already trembling with fear, his face pale. No matter what he said, he was still afraid of being devoured by the demons and dying a miserable death.

Outside the city walls, the cultivators guarding the city had already formed a battle formation, ready to meet the enemy. Facing such a heavy army, they stood solemnly, not one of them showing fear or retreating.

Or rather, they were already prepared when they arrived here, determined to rise and fall with this city.

“You look down on them.” Jiang Li pointed lightly at the cultivators below the city, then suddenly pointed to the demon army blowing animal-skin horns on the opposite side. “You think too highly of them.”

"They're all just excuses. I'll show you whether these demonic armies are really that terrifying, whether they're invincible, and whether you can even make it out of here alive."

Before he could finish speaking, the hand that was restraining him suddenly disappeared, and several sword energies blocked all his escape routes.

A figure in a white dress plunged into the dark mass of demons, like a piece of crystal-clear white jade falling into a quagmire. The city's guardian cultivators, who had been holding their breath and ready to act at any moment, suddenly changed color and drew their swords to rush to her rescue.

"Come back quickly!"

"Back off!"

The urgent cries vanished into the sky in an instant, and the dark, swarming demon lord swallowed the "white jade" in the blink of an eye.

Just when the burly man on the city wall and the cultivators who rushed to the rescue thought that the "jade" must have shattered into pieces, the soaring sword light stirred up a thunderous roar, suddenly rising and crashing down into the demon army.

In an instant, the world changed color, and purple light blinded us.

Before even a cry of agony could rise, blood was spilled on the battlefield, heads rolled on the ground, and the land, washed by blood, was littered with corpses, stinking to high heaven.

Only one person stood amidst the sea of ​​corpses, sword in hand. Blood did not stain his clothes, and his complexion was as still as water. His sharp eyes were empty and cold, unable to reflect even a trace of blood. He was like a silent ice sculpture amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, aloof and otherworldly, exuding a chilling aura, yet as clear as the bright moon.

The demon army that attacked the city was completely wiped out. On the battlefield, only the defending cultivators were stunned and speechless for a long time.

Who...who is she?

This question instantly resonated in everyone's minds.

Jiang Liqian's gaze swept over the crowd, pausing slightly when it landed on their bloodied faces. She then sheathed her sword and walked towards them.

By this time, everyone had recovered from their shock. Someone excitedly squeezed out of the crowd and rushed to her, saying, "Senior Sister Jiang, is that you? You finally came out? We've been waiting for you for so long, you're so amazing!"

Jiang Li looked at him with a puzzled expression, her gaze lingering on his left arm where the sleeve was hanging loose, her breath catching in her throat.

"you……"

The man immediately took a step back, embarrassed, and gripped the spirit sword tightly with his still-intact right hand. He turned his head and smiled sheepishly, "I... I'm fine, just an arm. Senior Sister Jiang, we're short-handed right now, you can't send me back. Our Tianqian Sect is here to protect the safety of the human race, I can't be a coward and become a laughingstock for my fellow disciples!"

Jiang Liqian clenched her fists tightly, her eyes suddenly reddened, and her nose felt extremely sore.

She was furious, tears welling in her eyes: "Even if we don't have enough manpower, we can't send the seriously wounded to the battlefield. We must protect the common people, but shouldn't we care about our own lives?!"

The young disciple solemnly raised his head, chest out and back straight. His face was still youthful, but his voice was strong and clear: "Even if I die ten thousand times, I will not regret it. This is how a disciple of the Tianqian Sect should be!"

After saying that, he felt quite embarrassed in front of Jiang Liqian, as if he had spoken too arrogantly. After all, the person standing in front of him was the legend of the entire Tianqian Sect.

In less than fifty years, he became the youngest Mahayana cultivator in the history of the cultivation world, and under the orders of Sect Leader Qingzhi, he became the youngest sect leader of the First Immortal Sect. With his Divine Demon Sword, neither immortals nor demons could rival him. Just now, he single-handedly fought against the demon army right in front of him, leaving no one alive.

That's incredible, so incredibly powerful. Perhaps only someone that powerful could utter such words. How could he possibly be worthy of them...?

Seeing the unconscious admiration and inferiority in her young disciple's eyes, Jiang Liqian felt a stinging pain in her eyes and a piercing pain in her heart.

She fled in panic, not daring to look into those clear eyes again.

It wasn't that he should feel inferior, but that she was too unworthy; she was the one who didn't deserve her.

The war between immortals and demons left countless corpses and numerous disciples of the immortal sects dead. So what did she do?

She did nothing.

She simply watched as the people around her died one after another, then became immersed in grief, unable to extricate herself, feeling that there was no one in the world more miserable than herself.

She wallowed in self-pity and grief, no longer hearing the cries of sorrow from the outside world, no longer seeing those pure and innocent souls standing before her.

She is despicable, selfish, cowardly, and utterly despicable, yet she holds a high position and is revered by others.

How could she be so shameless!