The Demonic Sect's Defeat and Retreat

"Lin Xuan!"

Members of the Seven Stars Sword Sect rushed to check on him, but the Heavenly Demon Sect naturally wouldn’t let them have their way.

Even a titled demon attempted to kill Lin Xuan.

Yet he was blocked.

"You won’t get your way."

"Lin Xuan must die—he’s too powerful."

"Don’t even think about it. If you want to kill him, you’ll have to step over my corpse first."

The battle raged on.

Above them, Su Luo watched the scene unfold and said, "Let’s begin. It’s time to end this."

"Mm." Jiang Ningshu nodded.

What was once a moment of harmony turned into a clash of blades.

The fight intensified once more as a black sphere shattered.

Reappearing before the crowd, their battle instantly became the focal point of the conflict.

So strong!

Everyone marveled, whether they were from the Seven Stars Sword Sect or the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Suddenly, the Left Envoy sensed something amiss and roared, "South End Demon Lord!"

At his shout, more people turned their attention.

The South End Demon Lord was dead, his body lying stiff on the ground.

"No… it can’t be. How could the Demon Lord die?"

"He’s still alive—we have to save him!"

"South End Demon Lord! South End Demon Lord!"

A member of the Seven Stars Sword Sect beheaded the South End Demon Lord on the spot and declared loudly, "The South End Demon Lord is dead!"

Now, even the Heavenly Demon Sect had no choice but to believe it, dealing a heavy blow to their morale.

They never expected the South End Demon Lord to fall like this.

The Left Envoy’s face darkened, shifting through emotions before he finally commanded, "Retreat."

Resentment, fury, and regret were written across his face.

But the tide had truly turned—it was time to face the bitter truth.

Even if that truth was the South End Demon Lord’s coffin…

At the Left Envoy’s order, the Heavenly Demon Sect swiftly withdrew.

The Seven Stars Sword Sect gave chase, but stopping the Heavenly Demon Sect’s retreat was nearly impossible without a prearranged trap.

The battle had reached its conclusion.

Jiang Ningshu pursued briefly before halting, allowing the Heavenly Demon Sect to leave.

At this point, she showed signs of exhaustion—after all, she had endured a heavenly tribulation and fought the Left Envoy for so long. Given her strength at this point in the story, fatigue was only natural.

Standing still, she was met with wary gazes from the Seven Stars Sword Sect, who feared she might suddenly turn on them.

After all, she was once the Heavenly Demon Sect’s Demon Sovereign.

The sect leader, nursing his injuries, spoke to her, "Former Demon Sovereign, we appreciate your aid, but may we ask why you helped us?"

"I simply have a grudge against the Heavenly Demon Sect." With that, Jiang Ningshu coolly walked away.

Some hesitated, blocking her path—after all, she was the former Demon Sovereign.

But the sect leader shook his head. "Let her go."

They obeyed, stepping aside.

Jiang Ningshu departed.

Next came the cleanup of the battlefield.

Lin Xuan and the other wounded were carried off for treatment.

Di Haoao was particularly concerned about Lin Xuan’s condition.

The Emperor Heaven Sect’s timely assistance earned them the gratitude of the Seven Stars Sword Sect.

But Di Haoao waved it off. "You helped us before. This was only our duty—no need for thanks."

Meanwhile…

Li Siyi had returned to the fight after seeing Little Yu, cutting down many Heavenly Demon Sect members. Now, she was utterly drained.

Fortunately, her injuries were minor, and she could tend to them herself.

As she walked alone back to her quarters, thick black mist suddenly enveloped the area.

An ominous aura permeated the air, turning the bright day eerie and cold.

Then, a figure emerged from the mist.

Li Siyi stared in horror at the person before her.

"The Seven Stars Sword Sect has cost the Heavenly Demon Sect dearly. Did you think I’d leave so easily?"

"I’m just a minor player. Spare me."

"Li Siyi, I know you—one of the Seven Stars Sword Sect’s finest disciples. Killing you will make them suffer."

"Why not go after Lin Xuan? His death would hurt them more."

"Is that really something you should say?"

"Yes. To survive, I’ll say anything."

"I’ll kill Lin Xuan too, but you first."

"If possible… could you revert to your true form before killing me?"

"Oh? You knew?" Su Luo sounded surprised. He had planned to scare Li Siyi by impersonating the Left Envoy.

How had she figured it out?

"Mm. I met Little Yu—she told me."

"Fine, I’ll drop the act." Su Luo resumed his usual appearance.

He had promised Li Siyi he’d come find her.

But he kept the black mist—it served as a barrier to keep prying eyes away.

Li Siyi sighed, a hint of complaint in her voice. "Couldn’t you have picked a better time?"

There was so much to do right now.

"Might as well—I’m already here."

Su Luo hadn’t planned to visit Li Siyi at this moment either. There was still a post-defeat meeting to attend, so he couldn’t stay long.

But since he was here, a quick meeting wouldn’t hurt.

Li Siyi wasn’t truly upset. "True. I’m still happy to see you."

"You’ve grown stronger—barely a scratch on you."

"Thanks to your immortal sword. By the way… have you gotten handsomer?"

Su Luo found it odd. "Why the sudden compliment? I know I haven’t changed."

"Just making conversation."

"No need. We’ve got plenty to talk about."

"Do we?" Before meeting Su Luo, Li Siyi had countless things to say. But now, words failed her, leaving her rambling.

"Of course. Like how you’ve been, or what I’ve been up to."

Su Luo preferred casual topics.

What else was there?

How to conquer the cultivation world? No thanks—Su Luo had no such ambitions.

Thoughts on faction conflicts? Who cared?

Everyday talk was far more relatable.

Li Siyi had no issue with that, though she admitted, "My life’s been pretty dull—just training, that’s it."

"Same here. Well, lately I’ve also been playing the Left Envoy."

Su Luo vented about the trials of impersonating the Left Envoy, exaggerating slightly for a more engaging chat.

They talked freely, though time was short.

Reluctantly, Li Siyi ended the conversation. "Alright, you should get going."

"No rush. They can wait."

"But I can’t. Go on, shoo."

She practically pushed him to work.

"Fine. See you next time."

"Mm. Next time."

Su Luo vanished.

Li Siyi gazed at where he had stood. Though the timing wasn’t ideal, she was glad he had sought her out.

Even happier that he had said, "Next time."