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When the Elder of the Outer Sect arrived, he happened to witness Gu Ping slaying Zuo Han from the Demon Gate with a single sword strike. Several others had managed to subdue the Golden Core Stage Demon Cultivator, and the Elder was astonished by Gu Ping's strength. The Elder, whose hair was slightly tinged with red and who showed signs of aging, was clearly stepping into his twilight years. The way he tried to slow the loss of his external vitality was typical among cultivators in their later years.
The two Outer Sect Elders beside Cheng Zong were equally astonished. "I don't deny it," one murmured. It was the first time they had seen a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator capable of beheading an Ying Cultivator in such a manner. Although he was not a fully realized infant in terms of power, his external energy was far less substantial than that of a normal cultivator. Yet, an infant is still an infant; establishing a foundation is no small feat. How could Coco easily cross such a chasm? It was hard for others to believe.
Qu Xiaobing and Yan Dong were left alone, and Qu Xiaobing had already begun to waver in his resolve. However, seeing Gu Ping recovering Spiritual Energy behind the two Outer Sect Elders only intensified his murderous intent. He felt that as long as Gu Ping remained alive, he would struggle to quell the anger boiling within him. He had already activated the communication talisman to summon his senior brother Zhang Hongyan. If he fled now, it would be difficult for him to maintain his standing in the Demon Gate in the future. A person without trust cannot stand firm; even among demons, there is an emphasis on loyalty. Betrayal is ultimately despised by Tiandong.
With gritted teeth, Qu Xiaobing attempted to buy time, making moves as if he wanted to escape the battlefield while targeting Gu Ping's life. To Gu Ping's eyes, Qu Xiaobing resembled nothing more than a cornered dog—pathetic and loathsome.
"Ah, what am I doing?"
Gu Ping stepped on the captured Demon Cultivator beneath his foot, crouching down to examine the bloodied face before him.
Meng Chang.
Realizing escape was futile, Meng Chang adopted an attitude of indifference as if he were a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
He wondered about Zhang Hongyan—perhaps if he were in a good mood, he might spare his life. If they truly caught a big fish, they could thank those brainless fools who had led them here.
He advised me not to linger before Zhang Hongyan arrived; once Zhang Hongyan showed up, it would likely be too late for him.
Hearing this made Meng Chang even more eager; my confidence seemed to amuse him. The stronger their opponent was, the better—more powerful individuals meant more connections and opportunities for digging deeper into trouble. He pondered whether one pit could bury all of us misfits or if it would be wise for him to start digging another pit soon.
He warned me not to provoke Mo Qiu further; otherwise, regret would come too late.
"Are we really relying on those shameful little mice?"
Gu Ping's grin widened, his laughter echoing in the air. When it reached Qu Xiaobing's ears, he felt a flush of heat on his face. The two Ying Cultivators couldn't even deal with a mere Foundation Practitioner, and one of them had been killed instead. He was entangled in this mess, and if no one came to his aid, he feared he might end up as a victim himself. Bu Luo was fine; he had already sent a message to his senior brother, Zhang Hongyan, to come quickly. Mingyue would definitely want to eliminate that threat.
With the small fry gaining confidence and becoming reckless, Mingyue would take my life.
As Gu Ping looked at Meng Chang, whose feet were stained with blood, a sorrowful expression crossed his face. He leaned closer to Meng Chang's ear and whispered, "I forgot to tell you, there's an Elder God from the Outer Sect nearby, just waiting to catch us off guard. Hahaha."
Meng Chang's eyes filled with bloodlust as he finally understood why Gu Ping seemed so fearless. The Divine Period cultivators had already reached a level that ordinary people could only speculate about. No matter how many there were, they couldn't match Dong Lai's power. At this moment, he hoped that Zhang Hongyan would see the message talisman and not ignore it. He needed to take the opportunity to distance himself from this trap and not expose all the resources he had painstakingly accumulated over the years.
Don't come here! Leave! Hurry up and go!
He gasped; they couldn't hear his cries. Even if he shouted until his throat was raw, it wouldn't matter.
Meng Chang, whose spiritual power was restrained, knew that merely shouting wouldn't reach Qu Xiaobing, who was fighting Tian Zai. Yet he hoped that at least Qu Xiaobing would glance at him or notice his expression or lip movements—anything that would signal him to escape that trap and avoid burying himself deeper in this abyss of demonic power.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The crisp sound of slaps echoed as Meng Chang felt the clear imprint of a large hand on his face. Gu Ping pinched Meng Chang's cheek, forcing him to look directly at him.
In truth, tomorrow's situation wasn't entirely his fault. That so-called Fish Princess seemed intent on taking his life over just one artifact. He couldn't protect himself; who knew she was a Demon Cultivator? Her actions were clearly foolish and inflated with arrogance. If it were him in her position, he certainly wouldn't have ambushed an enemy like that. He thought they had accomplished several shameful deeds and felt powerful enough not to care about Cheng Zong's feelings anymore. They clearly underestimated how strong Cheng Zong truly was.
So it was all self-inflicted; even if he hadn't appeared in the Outer Sect's Demonstration Arena or if the Fish Princess hadn't acted so foolishly that day, they would eventually provoke Cheng Zong into eliminating them completely—like swatting flies.
When I entered the Disciplinary Cave of Discipline Peak, I honestly confessed everything. He assured me that I wouldn't suffer any physical punishment. By the time they came to rescue me, it was unlikely that I would still be in good shape. He had heard about how ruthless the demons were; they cared nothing for loyalty and only for their own interests. The last time I lost my leg and was captured, what awaited me was abandonment and death. Given this, I didn't need to worry about them anymore. I should focus on myself instead. If I performed well, perhaps the Elder would be pleased and grant me a few more days of life.
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