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Qin Feng watched the two women, his expression one of astonishment.
Why did it seem like they were getting more excited with each kill? They showed no signs of fear at all. He couldn't help but wonder if they were hiding some violent tendencies.
Nie Rong was even more shocked. He stared at his daughter, whose beautiful face was adorned with a smile that sent an inexplicable chill down his spine.
Han Qing and the others took a step back in unison, feeling utterly outmatched. At that moment, they felt a chill creeping around their necks.
In fact, the most frightened were the demons, whose cruel and bloodthirsty faces now reflected sheer terror. They hadn’t even realized what was happening before half of their numbers had been slaughtered.
"Run! We need to get out of here!" a demon screamed, its voice filled with desperation as it turned to flee.
Unfortunately for them, they were no match for the speed of the sword light; as soon as they turned, their heads fell.
The sound of wind rushed by, and then suddenly everything fell silent. The demons had been wiped out, leaving behind their true forms scattered across the ground—there were all kinds of creatures.
"Ah, they’re all gone." Nie Xiaoqian said, her realization coming too late.
Suddenly, two Jian Wans in the air dimmed and fell to the ground.
Qin Feng shook his head and reached out; the Jian Wan flew into his hand.
Nie Xiaoqian and Qin Wan'er felt their legs go weak and collapsed onto the ground, their faces pale and cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
"Daughter!" Nie Rong exclaimed in alarm as he rushed to Nie Xiaoqian's side and helped her up. "What’s wrong?"
At that moment, Qin Feng also approached the two women. "Nie Shu," he said, "you’re just exhausted from using too much mental energy. Rest for a bit."
He then helped Qin Wan'er up. "Now you know your limits, right? In the future, don’t push yourselves to the brink; otherwise, you would have been at the mercy of others just now."
His expression grew serious.
Qin Wan'er and Nie Xiaoqian blushed; they could hardly admit that they had enjoyed the killing far too much and hadn’t considered this issue at all.
"Brother," Qin Ge said softly, "we understand."
Nie Rong looked at his daughter, who was firmly held in place, and shook his head helplessly, shooting a glare at Qin Feng. Qin Feng rubbed his nose and smiled.
Suddenly, he turned his gaze toward the main hall, as if to say that whatever was being hidden should finally come out.
"Amitabha." An elderly voice of a monk echoed through the air, and then an old monk emerged from behind a statue. His body was frail, and his cheeks were sunken, giving him an eerie appearance.
Nie Rong was taken aback; he had clearly seen the ghost of the old monk being slain just moments ago. How could he now be standing there in the flesh?
It turned out to be Nie Shi; my apologies for the oversight. The old monk clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, looking apologetic.
Nie Rong eyed the old monk with suspicion but did not approach. There were too many demons around; he did not believe this old monk could have survived.
"Are you human or ghost?" Nie Rong asked warily.
The old monk's gaze shifted to Nie Xiaoqian and Qin Wan'er. "You two ladies, why did you kill my disciple?"
"What?" Han Qing exclaimed in disbelief. "Those demons were your disciples?"
The others were equally dumbfounded, questioning whether they had misheard.
Nie Rong's expression darkened. "How could you take demons as disciples? Are you also a demon?"
The old monk looked at Nie Rong and replied, "Amitabha, Nie Shi, you do not understand. I am here to enlighten the demons; it is a great act of kindness."
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