"..."

Sang Wan held the bottles and jars in her arms, tightened her slender white fingers, and moved closer to her senior sister. She couldn't help but tremble, "So... sometimes it's not unreasonable for him to get beaten."

With such a mouth, no wonder Yu Heng was either being beaten or on his way to being beaten every time they met.

Feelings are all self-inflicted.

Shu Yue nodded in agreement.

As expected of sword cultivators, they are all mean and servile in the same vein.

This is the case with Yu Heng, and the same is true for those from Taiyi Sect.

Cen Huan was standing by and wanted to cover his mouth but it was too late for him to blurt out the words.

She and two other fellow disciples took a step back calmly, fearing that they would suddenly be harmed innocently.

Sometimes it’s quite helpless to meet such a junior brother.

If Yu Heng was beaten to death one day, they would definitely not find it strange.

The demon king snorted. After being attacked by his remarks, maybe it was because he was too shocked that he didn't react. Instead of getting angry, he laughed, "Very good, no one touch this little brat. I want to tear him apart bit by bit myself."

At the end of his words, his expression was almost distorted, and it seemed that he was completely irritated by Yu Heng's words.

Of course, the other demon kings would not compete with him for it, and they agreed without hesitation.

Looking around, there were countless monsters all around. In comparison, the number of descendants of the two sects on the opposite side combined was still pitifully small.

"Are you waiting for your elders to rescue you?"

Under the violent attack, the group of demon kings looked down upon them like a cat playing with a mouse, "What a pity, you don't have this chance anymore."

These disciples were young, but they were very good at making people angry. In order to prevent them from saying any more offensive words, the demon kings suddenly released their powerful auras, hitting them heavily on the shoulders, trying to make them kneel down.

With so many demon kings gathered together, the air seemed to be a lot more cramped, and the pressure they released was almost suffocating. All kinds of creatures, flying in the sky and running on the ground, stared at the group of disciples with malice and ridicule.

Having such a group of the chosen ones from the five sects kneel down before them, it seemed as if one could see the entire cultivation world prostrating itself at their feet.

but--

Unfortunately, they miscalculated.

Xie Baiyi's cultivation has reached the level of God Transformation, and now he only needs one thunder tribulation to reach the true God Transformation level. Therefore, the pressure from the demon kings has no effect on him.

The boy's clothes fluttered, he stood straight, and his spiritual pressure spread out like a protective shield, protecting his fellow disciples who were unable to stand steadily.

Fight against dozens of demon kings alone.

A trace of blood came out of his throat. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly and looked at them coldly.

Almost all the bones in his body were creaking, and waves of spiritual energy in his limbs and bones were washing over the meridians in his body like a tide, but Xie Baiyi still stood silently in front of everyone, his back as straight as a pine tree.

Thanks to the fact that most of the pressure on their shoulders was offset, everyone's movements instantly became a lot more agile. The spirit swords burst out with bright light, forcing back the group of monsters approaching them.

The monster had no time to dodge and had its neck cut off, with blood splattering and staining the ground red.

There was a sudden silence all around.

*

The thunderclouds in the sky were like thick black ink. The sky darkened imperceptibly, and a faint silver light flashed through the clouds.

A demon king took a look alertly. Although they were not as frightened of the sky thunder as the demons, the fear had already been ingrained in their bones. Then he turned his gaze to Xie Baiyi, clapped his hands, and raised his eyebrows, "You are really brave."

"It seems... between dying now and dying later, you have already made your choice?"

With the Jinghong Sword in hand, Xie Baiyi drew a cold arc and said in a cold voice, "Stop talking nonsense."

"Among the five sects, there are only disciples who died in battle, and no deserters who abandoned their fellow disciples."

Of course he knew that for such a long time, both the sect and the family had been hoping that he would break through to the God Transformation stage as soon as possible.

A teenage genius who has reached the state of spiritual transformation represents not only his own bright future, but also the glory of his family or sect for the next hundred years.

From the time he embarked on the path of cultivation to later becoming the chief, Xie Baiyi was used to being the first. It was not until he met Gu Xia that he felt a deeper sense of urgency. The speed at which the two broke through the realm was almost one after the other.

Of course he knew how important this opportunity was to him.

Can--

If he chose to survive the tribulation now, not only would his own safety be uncertain, but the lives of several of his fellow disciples might also be in danger.

This was definitely not what he wanted to see.

The master once taught me.

He is the chief and the eldest brother, and it is his responsibility to bring his younger brothers and sisters back safely.

If breaking through the realm requires gambling with the lives of fellow disciples, then this incarnation of the spirit—

He would rather not break.

It was also at this moment that Xie Baiyi truly understood what the ancestor of the Xie family had said to him.

The Tao is ruthless, but it does not mean it is heartless.

It turned out to be the case.

That is the morality that belongs uniquely to young people.

……