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"Quick, others are joining in!"
Li Cu, Misha, and Qiu Zizai blocked the other members of Qi Hao's side, while Qi Xiaomian joined the fray against Qi Hao and Sang Qingxiao.
At this moment, Liang Shangshan's family had yet to decide whom to support.
"Father, are we just going to watch?"
The fight was too thrilling; Liang Xiaomiao felt a strong urge to join in.
"Don't you feel the urge to jump in, Father?" Liang Shangshan had already rubbed his hands together several times in anticipation.
If it weren't for his identity as part of the Jianghu Second Family, he would have long since sided with Sang Qingxiao. But identity was a shackle; in the world of Jianghu, there were many times when one felt powerless.
If he remained neutral now, word might spread later, and they could be criticized by others in Jianghu.
"Father, their fight is so exciting! That Miss Sang is actually a dual cultivator, Xiao Xiao Ji, with impressive Inner Strength—it's a bit intimidating."
This must be what they mean by "there are always greater talents beyond."
Liang Shangshan had also noticed their skills and decided to take a step back rather than oppose them; Old Fox was still contemplating how to build better relations with them.
Thinking of this, he sighed. Thankfully, none of these kids were involved in the Jianghu circles; otherwise, what would it matter for us old folks?
Sigh, this ranking dispute really seems pointless; everyone is just focused on their own circles and has become like frogs at the bottom of a well. Those experts outside probably look down on us.
While he understood this reasoning, he still found it hard to detach from the Jianghu circle—it was quite troubling.
Fifth Jiang, who usually seemed wooden, unexpectedly broke free from Guan Xiaoshao's grasp and swung his sword down. The sword broke, but he pulled out another one.
Qiu Zizai saw his junior's actions and anxiously asked, "What are you being stubborn about now?"
He hoped his junior would be a bit more tactful; a casual response would avoid offending anyone.
But the other party answered seriously, "When encountering demons, one must kill!"
That poor child!
Qiu Zizai could only divert his attention again and joked with Sang Qingxiao, "My child is inexperienced and lacks common sense; when you teach him a lesson later, please leave him some dignity."
Sang Qingxiao didn't mind; he couldn't break free from the cage anyway.
While it was true that he couldn't break free from the cage, he also knew how to poke through the gaps and engage in combat like this—it made their limitations seem somewhat laughable.
With Qi Xiaomian joining in, Sang Qingxiao automatically withdrew to provide support.
The two of them harbored deep resentment towards each other, striking without mercy. One person faced two skilled opponents; although Qi Hao could manage, he was at a distinct disadvantage. What he didn’t know was that neither of his adversaries was using their full strength. Qi Xiaomian was cautious of his Half-Demon body, while Sang Qingxiao realized that Qi Xiaomian had no intention of killing for the time being, so he concealed his own power to cooperate with him.
The tense battle instilled a sense of fear in Qi Hao. He could not accept the humiliation of being defeated by a child he had long since abandoned in front of the world. With righteous indignation, he declared, "Demons must be exterminated! Why do you obstruct me?"
Sang Qingxiao retorted nonsensically, "He is a demon, filled with deep resentment. If you wish to kill him, there are only two outcomes: either he is completely obliterated, but who can guarantee that not even a trace of the Magic Breath-infused resentment will escape? Such a dangerous thing, even a tiny bit, given time, could grow into a new demon."
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