"It was I who was wrong for sparing your life on the train! You dare keep a zombie demon!!"
The white-bearded old man's face was full of regret and killing intent.
"I haven't kept any zombie demon, you have completely misunderstood me." I knew once he started fighting seriously, I would be no match, so despite my splitting headache, I could only patiently explain, "The little zombie demon is named Congcong, he was just an ordinary child, a victim... hey, you... "
"Witch, you speak nothing but lies!"
The old man didn't listen to a word I said. He rushed over and firmly grasped the hilt of the Bronze Sword hanging in the air.
In a flash, a dazzling red light erupted.
The Gang Qi from the Bronze Sword shattered my flower hairpin to the ground, and I was so shaken that my Qi Sea churned, blurring my vision as I staggered backwards.
Without rushing to find a footing to stabilize myself, the Sword Qi from the Bronze Sword fiercely stabbed towards my abdomen.
At that moment, the world changed color; the formidable force blocked the flow of Spiritual Power in my body and restrained the fluctuations of demonic power within Yun Hao...
The old man's own two followers were also unable to withstand the trembling, drenched in sweat from head to toe.
What exactly was his existence?
When he exerted full pressure, the forces inside the body of any Power User were sealed off.
Like a dried-up desert...
"You... can't you understand human speech? Su Wan already said that the zombie demon has nothing to do with her; she's here to solve the problem,"
In the blink of an eye, Yun Hao, whose demonic power was sealed off, shouted angrily, stepped in front of me to block.
The powerful Bronze Sword, wrapped in Sword Qi, pierced into Yun Hao's abdomen, and blood instantly spread across his light-colored silk shirt.
"Yun... Yun Hao...!!" I was almost speechless, my voice broken and unsteady, managed in an instant to withstand the pressure created by the old man and supported the critically injured Yun Hao.
Looking at the gushing bloody wound and the golden Sword Qi on the Bronze Sword, destroying Yun Hao's organs, I completely lost my reason, "Swift Vajra to kill!!"
The broken halves of the Lin Family Exorcist Hairpin on the ground recombined, shot out like an arrow, aiming straight for the old man's throat.
The old man's face flickered with fear and panic, stumbling many steps backward.
He hurriedly chanted a defensive spell, but the hairpin was indestructible. It seemed alive, chasing him at lightning speed.
The exorcist power of the Lin Family on the hairpin swept over like a hurricane, overwhelming his inner calm.
The old man's complexion grew increasingly pale, his movements gradually slowing.
His breathing became more and more rapid.
"Witch, you dare... dare hurt the ancient... try..." The woman held down by the bodyguards was still very uncooperative.
The man had no energy left to be angry, pleading with me, "Miss Su, please don't harm the elder, we can talk this over."
If the attack truly hit its mark, it would have pierced through the old man's windpipe!
He would have no chance of survival.
But my heart was as hard as iron, showing no intention of yielding.
Yun Hao had barely cultivated a reborn body, which was still tender, and yet he had been so severely injured.
If not for Yun Hao blocking for me, that sword would have stabbed into my abdomen, the one at risk would have been my Dumpling.
"Su Wan, it's better to dissolve conflicts rather than escalate them." Yun Hao, holding his continuously bleeding wound and with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, coldly advised me.
I hadn't expected Yun Hao, being such a cold and ruthless person, to plead for the white-bearded old man. I was slightly moved and nodded, "Okay."
With a wave of my hand, I withdrew three parts of my Spiritual Power.
The Begonia Hairpin continued to chase the old man, but its force had somewhat diminished, showing the slight regard I had for Yun Hao.
The old man's years of cultivation weren't for nothing; he threw out an Evil-Breaking Talisman, reducing the attacking force of the Begonia Hairpin.
It was only at the last moment that he managed to turn his body to the side, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow to his throat.
The hairpin only embedded itself in his shoulder, the flower atop blooming even brighter and more enchanting, blood-red...
"Puh—"
The white-bearded old man violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion wan and terribly unsightly.
He suddenly aged by over a dozen years.
Like dying autumn leaves, he was diminished.
"Old man, if anything happens to Yun Hao, I'll demand blood for blood."