"I don't have the leisure to teach you how to behave. I simply don't want to see the demon sword wronged, nothing more," Mu Anxiao said, her gaze fixed on the demon sword.
Just then, Jiong Ye stopped before Ouyang Ye and Mu Anxiao. However, his eyes remained locked on Mu Anxiao's face. "What are you looking at?" he asked, feigning ignorance, and deliberately moved the demon sword behind him.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao curled her lips and reluctantly withdrew her gaze, turning to look at Jiong Ye. "What business is it of yours if I look at it one more time?"
"I am its master," Jiong Ye stated, glaring at Mu Anxiao. He then turned to Ouyang Ye and declared, "I will never call you master."
"This is the rule here. You'd better not push your luck," Xi'er said, unable to bear it any longer.
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Ye gave Xi'er a look. Xi'er averted her gaze and fell silent.
Jiong Ye observed Xi'er's timid expression after being restrained by Ouyang Ye and sneered. "I don't want to end up like you, becoming his dog," he said, casting a sideways glance at Xi'er. He then turned back to Ouyang Ye and continued, "My abilities are clearly superior to most of the demons and devils here. You understand what I mean, right?"
"You want my position," Ouyang Ye stated calmly.
Jiong Ye's lips curved upwards. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't say it, but you're thinking it," Ouyang Ye replied. He took a step forward, meeting Jiong Ye's eyes intently. "I know you want to leave here."
"Yes, you've guessed correctly. But," Jiong Ye met Ouyang Ye's eyes just as intensely, "I know you won't let me go easily."
"Clever. Any demon that comes here doesn't expect to leave. That's my rule," Ouyang Ye said indifferently.
Jiong Ye chuckled.
Subsequently, Mu Anxiao inadvertently noticed the hand Jiong Ye was holding the demon sword with. However, considering Ouyang Ye's prestige here, she assumed Jiong Ye wouldn't dare to act rashly. With that thought, she dismissed her extraneous concerns and shifted her gaze away.
"It seems you still refuse to listen to me," Ouyang Ye inferred from Jiong Ye's laughter.
Following this, Jiong Ye ceased his laughter and, in front of Ouyang Ye, his face turned completely grim. "They say demons are immortal. I'm truly curious, will you... actually die?"
"..." Ouyang Ye snorted coldly, offering no reaction.
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao suddenly realized Jiong Ye might be about to do something foolish. Her nerves tightened, and just as she was about to step forward to stop him, Ouyang Ye shifted his attention to her. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking at Mu Anxiao's face.
At his words, Mu Anxiao reluctantly withdrew her outstretched hand, tilted her head up to stare at Ouyang Ye, and blinked her eyes.
Seeing Mu Anxiao's unusual expression, Ouyang Ye asked again, "What are you doing?"
"I'm not doing anything," Mu Anxiao replied softly.
"You..."
"Go to hell," Jiong Ye abruptly interrupted Ouyang Ye and lunged forward with the sword.
Seeing this, Xi'er's eyes widened. Before she could even cast a spell, Jiong Ye had already struck.
Simultaneously, Mu Anxiao tightly gripped the sword blade, her face filled with dread as she stared at the demon sword plunged into Ouyang Ye's body, frozen in shock.
At this moment, Jiong Ye still held the hilt, a smile on his face as he looked at the astonished Ouyang Ye. He said again, "Go to hell," and then released the hilt.
The demon sword glowed with blue light.
The worm, at the instant the demon sword pierced Ouyang Ye's body, fell to the ground and fainted.
"You mean it didn't hit a vital spot," Mu Anxiao said, understanding the demon sword's meaning.
Upon hearing this, Jiong Ye was startled. "You can understand what it's conveying."
"It's a soul sword, of course I can understand it," Mu Anxiao replied, glaring at Jiong Ye. She then looked up at the deflated Ouyang Ye. "Don't worry, you won't die." She wasn't sure if she should save Ouyang Ye, but seeing him like this, her heart softened.
After Mu Anxiao's words, Jiong Ye laughed. "Xi'er, the soul sword assassinated your master," he said, looking at Xi'er and crudely shifting the blame to the soul sword (the demon sword). "I was controlled just now."
"Stop talking nonsense," Xi'er paid no mind to Jiong Ye's words and looked at Ouyang Ye.
Ouyang Ye looked down at Mu Anxiao, who was suddenly showing concern for him, and smiled. "You don't want me to die, do you?" he said, taking a breath.
At this time, blood was already flowing from the hand Mu Anxiao was using to grip the sword blade. "If you die, it won't do me any good. To be honest," although she detested Jiong Ye's actions, she still didn't want Ouyang Ye to develop a killing intent towards Jiong Ye, because if he did, everything she had done would be in vain. Thus, with this selfish motive, she didn't want Ouyang Ye to die. "If you die, I'll truly have no one to rely on here."
"You rely on me," Ouyang Ye's lips curved upwards slightly.
Mu Anxiao forced herself to nod.
Xi'er called out, "Master."
Ouyang Ye smiled. "With your words, it's enough," he said, reaching out and grabbing Mu Anxiao's wrist where she held the sword blade. "Let go of your hand."
"But... your wound," Mu Anxiao looked down at Ouyang Ye's injury.
Ouyang Ye smiled faintly. "It's nothing. You're already injured, quickly let go."
"But..."
"Don't 'but.' Be good and let go. I have my ways," Ouyang Ye said gently.
Mu Anxiao knew Ouyang Ye was a cunning fellow, and naturally, if he said something like this, he must have thought of a solution. If she continued to insist, it would be pointless. Therefore, without a word, she released her hand. "You won't die," she said, taking a step back the moment Ouyang Ye released her hand.
"I won't die," Ouyang Ye replied, clenching his fists.
Then, enveloped in red light, the demon sword slowly withdrew from Ouyang Ye's body, and at the same time, his wound miraculously began to heal rapidly.
Watching this scene, Mu Anxiao once again deeply realized... Ouyang Ye's terrifying nature.
Xi'er breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiong Ye was clearly stunned. "How can this be?" The arrogant expression on his face vanished instantly.
Ouyang Ye smiled faintly and reached out to grasp the demon sword's blade. "Jiong Ye, you've got quite a bit of courage," he said, tightening his grip on the blade.
At this moment, like Mu Anxiao, Jiong Ye realized Ouyang Ye's terrifying power. To save himself, his attitude did a complete 180-degree turn. "I was just kidding," he said with a bitter laugh.
"Kidding," Ouyang Ye repeated, and then threw the demon sword onto the ground with a clang, saying coldly, "But I don't think you were kidding with me."