Inside the banquet hall.
Cao Changjing wielded a massive hammer, cutting down foes in every direction.
A centipede demon seized an opening, its long tail transforming into a sharp sword that flashed with cold light as it stabbed toward Cao Changjing.
Cao Changjing's hammer was currently entangled by a snake demon, leaving him no time to deal with it.
At this critical moment.
A long sword thrust forward.
Ling Xuanxiao severed the centipede demon's tail with a single upward stroke, then slashed with the momentum.
Only the lower half of the centipede demon remained on the ground.
Yet the centipede demon felt no pain. Instead, it transformed, splitting into two demon forms that once again lunged at Ling Xuanxiao and Cao Changjing.
Ling Xuanxiao and Cao Changjing stood back-to-back as the demons surrounded them.
Cao Changjing sighed. "It seems I've dragged you into this, Daoist."
"Brother Cao, there is no need to say such things. A true man ought to be like this! There are things one must do, and things one must not do."
Ling Xuanxiao ran his sword fingers across the blade.
"Bzzzz—!!"
The sword blade rang and trembled without end.
A surge of heroic spirit rose within Cao Changjing.
He had always been a man with chivalry in his heart, yet for thirty years he had muddled through life.
After drifting into the Central Continent, he had returned to the lands of Cangzhou this time.
He did not even know what he had returned for. He had merely thought that, even if he died, he wanted to die in Cangzhou.
Fallen leaves return to their roots.
Who would have thought Ling Xuanxiao would save him by chance? He had thought that finding something to do for himself would at least mean he was no longer wandering without