Chapter 615: Chapter 409: Ten Years of Stability

The time skill shattered, as blood mist and dust fell from the sky.

Clatter~

Amidst the chaos, three demons let out ghastly screams.

“Ahhhhh~~”

“Old Demon Lei, get lost!!!”

“I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!!!”

They were invaded by heart demons, Lei Zhen transformed into calamity and completely entered their minds, rendering them entirely powerless.

Meanwhile, the three from the Feng Family were slightly better off after being invaded by Lei Zhen’s heart demon, seeming to have some resistance methods, but they still couldn’t move.

Yang Shi drew his sword, face cold, and walked out of the space channel.

Swoosh!

With one slash, the heads of three demons flew off!

Blood gushed!

Three Golden Core great demons were slain, their paths vanished!

Blood sprayed onto Yang Shi’s eyes, but he didn’t blink, letting the blood red fill his gaze.

“Anyone who wants to go against my Yang Family and the Danai Dynasty… must die!”

His steps were like a death warrant, stepping incrementally towards the three from the Feng Family.

The faces of Feng Yi and the other two were sullen, not only had their time skills been broken by Lei Zhen, but they were also invaded by heart demons and completely lost the ability to resist.

Being at the ninth level of the Golden Core, they were just like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

The red treasure box had already dropped to the ground, shattered into pieces.

Feng Yi looked at Yang Shi with resentment; he never expected this outcome.

“We failed, but you…”

Swoosh!

Yang Shi thrust his sword, aiming directly at Feng Yi’s throat.

Clang!!!

The Ancient Jar appeared, enclosing the three within, remaining unmoved no matter how Yang Shi swung his sword.

“But you can’t kill us, Yang Shi, we will meet again.”

The Ancient Jar carried Feng Yi and the others, flying off into the distance.

Yang Shi frowned, intending to pursue.

“Don’t chase, the Feng Family’s fate is strong, today is not their day to die.”

Yang Genshuo’s voice emerged in Yang Shi’s mind.

Clatter~

Yang Shi’s sword fell, and he collapsed to the ground himself.

He was already at the end of his strength.

He had been holding on by sheer willpower, but now completely lost his strength.

In the sky, Yang Qiangzheng opened his eyes, slowly descending.

A wisp of black smoke emerged from his body, shaping into Lei Zhen’s form.

“Grandmaster!”

Yang Shi shouted loudly.

Lei Zhen had a faint smile on his face at this moment.

“Yang Shi, I… can only accompany you up to here. Next, Xuan Stone Sect and the Danai Dynasty rely on you for protection.”

“Grandmaster… I’m sorry.”

Yang Shi choked up, his heart full of guilt towards Lei Zhen.

He had begged Grandmaster to guard here, and eventually, Grandmaster perished at the space entrance he was guarding.

Lei Zhen waved his hand: “I am an elder of the Xuan Stone Sect, your mentor, defending the sect is my duty.”

“Yang Shi, bury me beside my senior and mentor’s graves, so when I meet them, I can say with a clear conscience… they didn’t save the wrong person back then.”

Yang Shi held his sword, kneeling with one knee on the ground, large tears dropping.

“Yang Shi… follows Grandmaster’s command!”

Lei Zhen’s figure gradually faded, he slowly let go of Yang Qiangzheng.

“This child is a lot like me… .”

Yang Qiangzheng gently landed on the ground, opening his eyes, his face immediately tear-streaked.

“Grandpa, don’t leave!”

Lei Zhen smiled.

“Child, don’t follow my old path, keep a strong mind and move forward!”

“Master the ‘Blood Calamity Technique’ well, turn misfortune into your power.”

“I… am leaving now.”

Lei Zhen’s lingering consciousness slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

The usually dull Yang Qiangzheng suddenly knelt on the ground, shouting loudly:

“Master!”

In the void, as if Lei Zhen’s laughter could be heard.

Bang! Bang! Bang!~

Yang Shi knocked his head on the ground three times.

“Grandmaster… farewell!”

Yang Shi stood up, glanced at the remnants of this battle, rolled up the corpses of the three demons, and with Yang Qiangzheng entered the space channel.

…

At this moment, Yang Fujian was still on his way…

Suddenly, he heard the ancestral voice transmission, his body eased, and the heart he had held in suspense finally relaxed.

Upon receiving the message, he immediately started back, but he had chased the fox demon too far, and it would take a full day to return to Bright City. Halfway back, he learned the battle there was already over.

His father and the others were all well, at this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he heard rustling sounds behind him.

Yang Fujian frowned.

“Been following me the whole way, come on out.”

“Oh? You knew about me already?”

A plump woman in a purple veil emerged from behind the bushes.

Although she was fully human in appearance and breathtakingly beautiful, as if just looking at her would be worth losing a year’s life span.

Yang Fujian’s eyes drooped slightly, not directly looking at the woman.

But the scent at his nose had already told him…

“The demon scent, I could smell it from ten miles away.”

“How could it be! I deliberately used the best perfume, there’s no demon scent~” Fox Demon Mu Yu stroked her round, snow-white chest, gently blowing, spreading countless fragrances.

“No perfume can mask your fox scent!”

“Oh~ then why do your eyes dodge mine, are you… afraid of being charmed by me?”

“Hmph! With your Charming Technique, you still want to lure me in, today I won’t chase you… and yet you dare to follow me; since you seek death so willingly, I will grant you that!”

Behind Yang Fujian, two swords flew out, stabbing towards Fox Demon Mu Yu on the left and right.

“Hehehe~”

Mu Yu dodged nimbly, then coquettishly laughed as she fled into the distance.

“If you want to kill me, then come chase me, catch me and I’ll let you… hehe~”

“Damn fox demon! Without killing you, my swordsmanship can’t improve!”

Yang Fujian, teased by the fox demon, turned red all over, lifted a sturdy sword, and chased again!

Behind him, two ancient elephants shook their heads.

“What do you think?”

“Him… he fell into the fox demon’s trap.”

Yang Genshuo looked at the fox demon’s character card and shook his head.

“Well, since Yang Fujian wants to practice his swordsmanship, at least there’s a demon clan member willing to spar voluntarily…”

“Maybe this is also a part of his mental discipline.”

This is Yang Fujian’s hurdle, he must overcome it with his own strength.

Yang Genshuo wasn’t worried about Yang Fujian, because… he was the most talented in martial arts in the family, and he would certainly carve out his own path.

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