I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

The leading demon, with his black robe fluttering, had cruelty and arrogance flashing in his eyes. He stared directly at the Wanjing Sect team, with a sneer of disdain on his lips: "You immature brats, are you tired of living and come here to die? If you know what's good for you, just go back to your sect and don't get in the way here!"

His words were full of provocation and threats, and when he got excited, he deliberately released the powerful pressure of his Spirit Transformation Stage.

This pressure was like a mountain torrent, surging and overwhelming, instantly covering the entire battlefield, causing the faces of the outstanding disciples and elders of the Wan Jing Sect to change suddenly.

Under this pressure, many people turned pale as paper and their bodies swayed, as if they would collapse at any time.

What's worse, some people couldn't bear the horrible pressure and fell from mid-air in a miserable state.

Some people even spat out blood, convulsed and fainted. The scene suddenly became chaotic and tragic.

Seeing this, Ying Guangyuan's brows involuntarily furrowed, as if two mountains were towering on his forehead. There was a flash of anger that was hard to conceal in his eyes, like a volcano about to erupt, hot and intense.

However, even though he was the leader of the Wanjing Sect and was responsible for the sect's honor, disgrace, rise and fall, fate did not seem to favor him.

His aptitude for cultivation was not outstanding, so much so that to this day, his cultivation had only reached the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation Stage. Compared with those demons, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

Faced with these aggressive and powerful enemies, although he was unwilling to give in, he also knew that he was no match for them. He could only widen his eyes in anger and glare at them, trying to intimidate the opponents with his momentum.

But behind this anger and unwillingness, Ying Guangyuan had no intention of retreating at all.

Because he knew very well that their Wanjing Sect was not isolated and helpless, and the sect's ancestor was nearby at the moment. He had received the message from the ancestor and rushed here with his disciples.

The powerful man who once dominated the world would never sit idly by and watch his younger disciples being bullied.

This belief is like an invisible force that supports him, allowing him to stand straight when facing strong enemies and show the dignity and courage that a leader of the Wanjing Sect should have.

So, Ying Guangyuan forced himself to hold up his exhausted body and straighten his back as much as he could, like a pine tree standing tall in the strong wind.

He stared at the leading demon with a sharp gaze, and his voice was filled with unquestionable majesty: "Who are you? Why do you dare to act so recklessly on the territory of my Wanjing Sect?"

Upon hearing this, the leading demon glanced at Ying Guangyuan's cultivation with contempt, then a sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking his arrogance.

Then, he snorted coldly, his voice full of arrogance and disdain: "With your little cultivation, you are not worthy of knowing our identities."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and a wave of energy containing terrifying magical power instantly condensed into shape, like a roaring dragon, and rushed straight to Ying Guangyuan's eyebrows, trying to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Seeing that the heart-pounding magic power was about to be within reach, Ying Guangyuan's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

The fear made him almost forget how to breathe, let alone make any defensive or escaping movements.

His eyes widened and his body froze in place. He could only watch the disaster approach step by step.

At this critical moment, Fei Xiuwen, standing at the other end of the spacious courtyard, showed his extraordinary sharpness and decisiveness.

He didn't move, but just flicked his wrist lightly, and a dart flashing with cold light shot out like an arrow from a bow, at a speed that was astonishingly fast.

The dart and the surging magic power suddenly collided in mid-air, making a deafening "bang bang" sound, as if it was a fierce confrontation between two forces.

Surprisingly, the seemingly inconspicuous dart shot by Fei Xiuwen easily bounced back the attack of the demon leader which contained 80% of his strength, as if mocking the fragility of the magic power.

Ying Guangyuan felt an indescribable sense of relief and joy at this sudden turn of events, as if he was a prey that had narrowly escaped the scythe of death. Sweat poured down his body, and his heart was filled with fear and gratitude for having survived a calamity.

On the other hand, the demon leader's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

His eyes flashed with disbelief and anger.

He never expected that his power, which was enough to scare most creatures with just a casual strike, could be easily neutralized by a mere human with an ordinary dart.

This is not only an insult to his strength, but also a challenge to his dignity as the leader of the demon clan.

He knew very well that an opponent with such skills was definitely not an ordinary person.

For a moment, the contempt and arrogance in the demon leader's heart were replaced by complete shock and vigilance. He understood that today's battle might be much more difficult than he had originally expected.

Just at this critical moment, a burst of hurried and firm footsteps sounded from afar.

Accompanied by flying dust, another group of people rushed towards them from the end of the horizon with great momentum.

Their figures stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a brave team of knights. Before long, they came up to the crowd and quickly stood still, forming a sharp opposition to the previous forces.

Fei Xiuwen's eyes were sharp as torches as he quickly scanned the group of newcomers.

When his eyes fell on the leader's clothes, a satisfied smile appeared on his face involuntarily. He nodded slightly, secretly approving in his heart.

Yes, these people were none other than his disciples. After they received the news, they immediately set out without any hesitation. Such loyalty and execution were indeed something he should be proud of.

“The Mingjian Sect is so far away from the isolated island where the Wanjing Sect is located. They were able to assemble and rush here in such a short time, which shows how quick they are and how well-trained they are.” Fei Xiuwen thought to himself, feeling sincerely gratified at the efficiency of the Mingjian Sect disciples.

At the same time, He Ronger also came back to her senses from her initial shock. She slowly raised her head and looked through the crowd, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and a surprised smile broke out on her face, because she saw a familiar figure in the crowd - it was Yu Lu, her best friend and the person she had always cared about the most.

"It's Yu Lu!" He Ronger couldn't help but call softly, with excitement and joy in her voice that was hard to conceal.

Yu Lu was a ray of light in the darkness of her life, filling her heart with warmth and hope. Seeing that she was safe and sound, and that her cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, she was naturally extremely relieved.