This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

"Oh no! The Shen family is actually trying to reap the benefits without lifting a finger!"

Xiao Xingxue, enraged, charged straight at Shen Hao like a raging lion, and the two were locked in fierce combat in an instant.

Xiao Xingchen was unfortunately pierced by a sword, and his body fell straight down like a kite with a broken string. His gaze swept across the relic after the golden Buddha was smashed, revealing a hint of doubt. Why was it a relic? This really shouldn't be. Tang Sanzang is dead.

Even the great demon Fei Fei didn't die, so how could someone as powerful as Tang Sanzang perish so easily?

There must be something wrong with it, he realized instantly. As his body fell, he plummeted straight into the golden Buddha's palm like a shooting star.

A sharp pain struck him, and he felt as if he were being lifted up in the right hand by the half-shattered golden Buddha. Feeling the waves of energy emanating from his palm, he was struck as if by lightning and his whole body trembled.

At this moment, the Xiao family and the Shen family were in complete chaos, but he pretended to be dead, in fact he was carefully sensing the strangeness in the palm of his hand.

Apart from Ling Xue, no one cared about his life or death. Ling Xue's phantom flickered, intending to fly to save him, but the Shen family members swarmed forward like a tide, delaying her steps, and she was instantly submerged by the surging crowd.

She could only glance worriedly at Xiao Xingchen as he fell, but she wasn't too worried. After all, with the Demon Lord protecting him, it would be difficult for Xiao Xingchen to die even if he wanted to.

A great battle was about to break out, and the aftershocks rose one after another like a raging storm. The little monk had no choice but to fight alongside the Xiao family to resist the attack.

Although they were outnumbered, each of them was a battle-hardened elite, and for a time they fought to a standstill with their opponents.

However, no one noticed that Xiao Xingchen, who had just fallen into the palm of the golden Buddha, had quietly disappeared from the palm at some point. Unless one flew into the sky, almost no one could detect the subtle movement in the palm.

When Xiao Xingchen opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find Mu Wushuang squatting in front of him, examining him carefully like a curious child.

"Who exactly are you, and how did you come to this place?" she asked, her face full of suspicion.

"Sure enough, the path to the second level is right here in the palm of my hand."

Xiao Xingchen let out a long breath; blood was still seeping from his chest, but this did not dampen his excitement in the slightest. Most importantly, he had finally seen Mu Wushuang, and he had many questions to ask.

"Wushuang, you..." But before he could finish his question, a cold glint of light flashed in his peripheral vision again. He almost cursed; ever since he arrived here, he had been constantly attacked.

"Stop!" Mu Wushuang shouted, grabbing Xiao Xingchen with one palm. The two figures vanished instantly, the cold light missing its target and returning to attack again.

"If you dare to draw your sword again, don't blame me for being impolite!" A cold voice came from behind. Mu Wushuang reappeared with him, her gaze icy as she stared directly at the instigator.

Xiao Xingchen finally had a chance to examine the mysterious expert who had attacked him several times, and then his eyes widened in surprise—it was a cripple.

Before him stood a disheveled, weathered face, looking extremely old. Most importantly, he was missing a leg, and was using a wooden stick for support under his arm.

This was the man who wielded a sword with one hand, exuding a chilling sharpness.

"What is this?" he asked, puzzled, but obviously no one paid any attention.

"Let me kill him, I smell the enemy on him," the cripple persisted.

"He's not the person you're looking for. I need him now."

“Fellow human, don’t be deceived by him. He has that person’s handiwork on him. For the sake of the Moon Wheel, he must die.”

“I told you, the moon is gone, you shouldn’t continue living in the past,”

Mu Wushuang's ongoing argument with the cripple led Xiao Xingchen to realize that the cripple was a surviving member of the Moon Wheel clan.

"You say I smell like your enemy. I'd like to ask, what is that smell?" He stepped forward. Since he was a member of the Moon Wheel Clan, he was one of their own, and he wanted to know who the Moon Wheel's enemy was.

After all, even his past self had to wield a sword and emerge from the river of time to kill him, a fact that had always puzzled him.

"Kid, you got here thanks to that person. You still want to know who I am? You should think about how you got here. You came for that thing, didn't you?"

The lame man's words made him frown.

"I don't know what you mean by 'something,' and I'm not here for what you think."

"Hmph, you think you can fool me with the aura of a demon?"

"Demon Lord?" Xiao Xingchen blurted out.

"Heh, Demon Lord? He doesn't deserve it. Under my Moon Wheel, he's nothing but an ant," the cripple roared, seemingly enraged by the words "Demon Lord." As he attacked, Xiao Xingchen no longer concealed himself; behind him, a crescent moon slowly rose.

Like the rising moon over the sea, a white light shone behind him, engulfing Mu Wushuang and the cripple. With the appearance of this white light, two more crescent moons rose behind them.

However, Mu Wushuang's crescent moon was smaller, while the cripple's crescent moon was a broken one, as if it had been shattered by some external force and could break at any moment.

"This?" Both men, including the cripple, were utterly astonished. Mu Wushuang stared at him incredulously, asking a question she couldn't believe.

"You're one of us? How is that possible?"

The bright moon rose; this was left to him by Ah Qing in the abyss, but it had remained hidden deep within his body, undiscovered even by the Demon Lord.

At that moment, he became certain of one thing: the power level of this moon wheel seemed to be extremely high, because as the moon rose, the demon lord's modified body was slowly degenerating, trying to revert to its true form.

"Xiao Xingchen?" Wushuang exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, it's me. Now you can believe me, right? What exactly happened? Why is this cripple a member of the Moon Wheel Clan? Weren't all the Moon Wheel Clan members taken away?"

"And what are you two doing here? And what is that thing the cripple was talking about?"

Xiao Xingchen's moonlit appearance was only fleeting before quickly dissipating, and his appearance reverted to that of the Demon Lord.

The lame man stood frozen in place, overwhelmed with emotion, tears welling in his eyes. He murmured absentmindedly.

"Our people, we still have members of our clan alive! The grudge of the Moon Wheel will be remembered after all, and those who committed these heinous acts will eventually be brought to justice!"

"Crippled man, calm down. You can trust me. Tell me what happened with the Moon Wheel and why I've never heard of its existence?"

Xiao Xingchen comforted him, vaguely sensing that the secrets of this world seemed to be slowly being revealed to him through this cripple. Perhaps this old cripple could answer many of his questions.