C28 This Is How Villains Are Raised

Qiao Sheng walked down the mountain from the center of the Nether Sect. When he was almost at the foot of the mountain, the Demonic Cultivator and the Dao Cultivator were already locked in a fierce fight. Behind him, there were disciples constantly going up to replenish their forces.

The ignorant disciple called out to Qiao Sheng: "Daoist priest, are you also here to help us?"

The disciple looked small, and his eyes were clear and transparent. One could clearly see the innocence in his eyes.

Qiao Sheng looked at him, smiled, and said, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a head was thrown into the air and rolled a few times on the ground before coming to a stop. The eyes of the head were wide open as it stared in a certain direction.

The blade of the Reverse Sword was still stained with blood, dripping down along the blade. Qiao Sheng wiped the sword on the headless corpse.

He expressionlessly retracted the Reverse Sword and continued to walk forward.

Zhedan saw everything clearly. His eyes flashed, and he calmly followed Qiao Sheng's footsteps. Only when the Asura scene in front of him appeared in front of him did Qiao Sheng raise his sword again.

Hsiang Lanxuan, who was in the middle of the Spiritual Array, frowned when he saw Qiao Sheng and said, "Martial Uncle, you should come down. I'll take care of this place. You..."

Hsiang Lanxuan's words suddenly died down. He looked at Qiao Sheng in disbelief. "Martial Uncle, what are you doing?"

One of the disciples had died under the sword of the Reverse Sword. Qiao Sheng met Hsiang Lanxuan's gaze and said lightly, "Killing people."

"Martial Uncle, how could you... Impossible, impossible!" Hsiang Lanxuan never thought that Qiao Sheng would really target the Nether Sect, and even kill a disciple of the Nether Sect in front of him.

"How is that impossible?"

Ye Qingming came out of nowhere. He was dressed in black and clean. His surroundings were also wrapped in black fog. Wherever he passed, not a blade of grass grew. Behind him were black vines that bared their fangs and brandished their claws. He was like a devil from hell, and his entire body emitted a dark and rotten aura.

When Zhedan saw Ye Qingming, he frowned and took a few steps back without a trace, trying his best to stay as far away from Ye Qingming as possible.

Qiao Sheng did not move. He stood where he was and watched as Ye Qingming walked towards him step by step and was suddenly pulled into his arms.

Ye Qingming hugged him tightly, buried his head on Qiao Sheng's shoulder, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, I thought I would never see you again..."

"I'm fine." Qiao Sheng let Ye Qingming hug him. His eyes flashed slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"It's good that you're fine. It's good that you're fine. It's good that you're fine..." Ye Qingming repeated himself three times, "Master, I will never let you leave me again. How about I help you kill Hsiang Lanxuan now?"

Qiao Sheng patted Ye Qingming's back and said, "Alright, I'll wait. If you fail, don't acknowledge me as your master anymore."

At this point, either one of them would die. Ye Qingming could not lose. He could not afford to lose, and Qiao Sheng could not afford to lose either.

"I will. I will definitely kill him." Ye Qingming's gaze darkened as the surrounding black fog became denser and more terrifying. No one dared to approach Ye Qingming, but Qiao Sheng was an exception. He was fine even in Ye Qingming's arms.

"Martial Uncle... Why..." Hsiang Lanxuan lowered his eyes and muttered to himself. The disciples of the Nether Sect were still fighting a bloody battle, and more than half of the Demonic Cultivators had died.

Zhou Xiyue also rushed over. When she saw the scene in front of her, she laughed crazily. She pointed at Qiao Sheng and said to Hsiang Lanxuan, "Lanxuan, look! Look! Qingshang colluded with the Demonic Cultivator and harmed his disciples! Lanxuan, didn't you say that you didn't believe him? Now that you've seen Qingshang kill someone with your own eyes, do you still want to defend him? Hahahaha! "

Hsiang Lanxuan looked at Zhou Xiyue in disappointment and then looked at Qiao Sheng.

Zhou Xiyue's gaze was sharp, "Hsiang Lanxuan, why are you looking at me like that? What right do you have to look at me like that? Your Martial Uncle is killing people. Can't you see that?"

Zhou Xiyue was right. Qiao Sheng had already started the slaughter mode, and endless disciples were coming down from the mountain. Qiao Sheng was blocking the path that they had to pass. He killed as many as came. There were more people from the Nether Sect than Ye Qingming's side, and there were fewer and fewer Demonic Cultivators alive. He had to get rid of these disciples of the Nether Sect and clear the path for Ye Qingming to kill Hsiang Lanxuan.

Qiao Sheng caught a glimpse of Zhedan, who was watching the show from the corner of his eye, and said coldly, "I didn't ask you to come here to stand and watch the show."

Zhedan curled his lips and slowly moved in front of Qiao Sheng. Then, under everyone's shocked gazes, he spread his wings and said, "Alright, alright, really, I want to be good, but you are leading me into a demon."

Qiao Sheng automatically ignored Zhedan's nonsense. Seeing that Zhedan was blocking the disciples here, he turned around to help Ye Qingming.

Halfway through, he was stopped by Zhou Xiyue. Zhou Xiyue raised her sword and blocked in front of him, filled with killing intent.

Qiao Sheng sized up Zhou Xiyue and finally said, "You have demonic energy on you."

Zhou Xiyue's expression changed, and one of the cultivators standing with Zhou Xiyue looked at Zhou Xiyue with a probing gaze. Zhou Xiyue's heart suddenly sank, and she suddenly stretched out her hand. No, that was no longer a hand, but a claw. The sharp nails were long and ink black, and with lightning speed, they pierced into the cultivator's chest, instantly crushing his heart. Under the disbelieving gaze of the cultivator, Zhou Xiyue shouted, "Qingshang, you are actually so cruel. Senior Brother Mu, are you alright? Senior Brother Mu!"

Zhou Xiyue hugged the cultivator with a sorrowful expression, "Everyone from the Nether Sect, listen up! Kill Qingshang, kill him!"

Everyone was stirred up by Zhou Xiyue, and when they saw that their Senior Brother Mu's chest was still bleeding, their eyes couldn't help but turn red. No one knew who shouted, but everyone rushed towards Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng gave Zhou Xiyue a meaningful smile, causing Zhou Xiyue's heart to jump. With a gloomy face, she rushed forward with the other disciples. She did not believe that so many people could not kill Qiao Sheng!

When Zhou Xiyue rushed up, she did not forget to take the time to order the disciples to invite the elders down.

Qiao Sheng turned his head in Ye Qingming's direction and saw him already fighting with Hsiang Lanxuan. Thus, he led the group of disciples towards Cloud Peak. More than half of the disciples were attracted over, and more than half of the disciples came down from the mountain. Zhedan slaughtered everything that came his way. Soon, a mountain of corpses was piled up at the main intersection as the air was filled with the thick smell of blood.

Zhedan smelled the blood, and the red light in his eyes became even brighter. He licked his dry lips, and a two-meter-long sickle appeared in his hand.

He had taken the scythe from the hands of death after he had killed it in the west, and he used it with ease, especially when it sank into a human body.

Hsiang Lanxuan saw this scene from the corner of his eyes. His pupils shrank, and the veins on his forehead bulged. "No!"

The Nether Sect had actually suffered this calamity because of him! If, if he didn't let Qiao Sheng in...

Hsiang Lanxuan's eyes were bloodshot. A huge blue barrier appeared behind him. He dodged the vines that swept over and turned to chase after Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng turned around to take a look and frowned. He increased his speed. Zhou Xiyue had been keeping an eye on Qiao Sheng's every move. She took the opportunity to turn invisible and leave through another path while Qiao Sheng was distracted.

Qiao Sheng was at the front, followed by a large group of cultivators. Behind the cultivators was Hsiang Lanxuan, and Ye Qingming was chasing after him. Seeing that everyone was running up the mountain, Zhedan put away his sickle and flapped his wings to chase after them.

A red light flashed in front of him. Qiao Sheng's body paused, and he did not have time to dodge. An arrow whistled through the air and pierced straight through Qiao Sheng's chest. Qiao Sheng fell to the ground. He lowered his head to look at the arrow that melted the moment it entered his body. His face was terrifyingly gloomy.

He looked up at Zhou Xiyue, who was standing on the treetop, and sneered, "Not bad..."

Zhou Xiyue's eyes were sinister, "You're dead for sure."

That arrow of hers was poisonous. Not to mention a Mahayana cultivator, even a cultivator of the Void Stage would not be able to withstand this arrow.

This arrow was refined from the blood essence of a hundred thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators that she had killed. Perhaps this was the only arrow in the world.

In order to refine this arrow, Zhou Xiyue had put in an unimaginable amount of effort. So what if her cultivation was inferior to Qiao Sheng's? He had still lost to her.