What Does It Matter How Powerful He Is to You?

A half-moon hangs high in the sky, and a strong night wind blows across the island.

The slender girl's black dress fluttered in the breeze, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Her eyes swept calmly over everyone around her. Even surrounded by five people, there was no fear in her eyes; instead, they shone with an untamed light.

"They didn't tear up the invitation?"

The cultivator directly opposite the boy had a delicate, androgynous appearance, making it difficult to tell his gender. However, his demeanor was quite elegant. He carried a sword behind his back with one hand and held the other horizontally in front of his abdomen. Coupled with his seven-star Daoist robe, he exuded a very distinguished air.

Why tear it?

The girl in the black dress retorted coldly, her voice like a cold spring flowing down from a high mountain.

"It's already remarkable that you've managed to freeze us in place for this moment, but you didn't do it to tear up the letter and escape; you just wanted to crush a bone?"

One of the five people looked at the bone powder flowing away in the wind from the girl in the black dress, puzzled.

"The Demon Race is full of cunning schemes; could it be some kind of Secret Method?"

A beautiful, graceful female cultivator glanced at the girl in the black dress with disdain, and whispered a reminder to the effeminate male cultivator beside her.

A tall male cultivator standing nearby, grinding the bone powder he had received, remarked, "It's just ordinary bone, nothing special. Even if she had Secret Method, she, a mere cultivator at the Water Condensing Lower Realm, wouldn't be able to escape."

"Why are you so sure I'll run away? Just because it's five against one?" The girl in the black dress glanced at the crowd, dismissive.

"Non-Self intention to bully the weak with numbers, but you are a demon, and there is no need to follow human etiquette when dealing with demons." The effeminate male cultivator's voice was high-pitched, but his eyes became unusually serious. "If I am not mistaken, you crushed the bones of the Giant Sea Ginseng."

"As expected of a disciple of the Qiming Sect of the Southern Yang Continent, you do have some knowledge." The girl in the black dress sneered.

The status of the Qiming Sect in the Southern Yang Continent is the same as that of the Xuanxiao Sect in the Central Yuan Continent. Given the harsh climate of the Northern Ao Continent and the desolation of the Western Wilderness Continent, these two sects, born in rich and fertile lands, are the most powerful sects in the world.

"Senior Brother Ming Dao, what is the Giant Sea Ginseng?" the beautiful female cultivator asked curiously.

"A very magical Divine Beast, but it has long been extinct. Legend has it that it had more than ten thousand bones in its body, and each bone was connected to the others. If one bone was destroyed, the remaining bones would emit a mournful cry. Such a rule does not require any Mystic Qi or Formation Technique, so it is a communication tool that will never fail."

The effeminate man known as Ming Dao patiently explained to the woman beside him. Upon hearing this, the woman glared fiercely at the girl in the black dress and exclaimed, "The Demon Race is indeed treacherous! Senior Brother Ming Dao, shouldn't we kill her quickly!"

The other three male cultivators echoed this sentiment and made a move to attack.

Heaven Awakening Island has many restrictions, and it was stated before entering that communication methods such as telepathy are invalid on the island, but no one expected that the Demon Race would have such a treasure.

With this, wouldn't it guarantee that the Demon Race could gather into an effective force sooner than the human race?

"No rush," Ming Dao, stopping the three who were about to rush forward.

With a swift swing of his sword, the tall male cultivator suddenly felt a chill on his calf; his trouser leg had been cut open, letting in a blast of cold air.

The male cultivator was taken aback and was about to ask a question when he saw a small, white snake on the ground break in two and then vanish into thin air.

"You're asking for it!"

The tall male cultivator was furious, wishing he could tear the girl in the black dress to pieces, but a hint of fear flickered deep in his eyes.

Seeing this, the other three also hurriedly checked their feet. They hadn't expected this witch to be able to pull such a dirty trick in front of four people at the lower Water Condensing Lower Realm and one at the peak of the Water Condensation Perfection Realm, and she almost succeeded.

Ming Dao looked down at the girl in the black dress with his head held high, "It seems your Demon Race is really sparing no expense for the sake of its inheritance. Such a precious treasure should have been used on the battlefield, just like you used to ambush my human cultivators, but instead it was given to a few of your juniors."

"Isn't this a battlefield?" the girl in the black dress retorted flippantly.

"No." Ming Dao shook his head. "This is a slaughterhouse."

He raised his sword, its blade gleaming with a precious light, shimmering like silver in the moonlight.

"Once your Demon Race reinforcements arrive, I'll send you all to your deaths."

The girl in the black dress also suppressed her arrogant expression, because she knew that among the five people surrounding them, only this effeminate man was a troublesome case.

I'll only ask you one question.

"Ask." Ming Dao's Seven Star Daoist robe billowed without wind, and the seven stars on his chest shimmered with a faint light.

"Is there a reason for your deep hatred for the Demon Race?"

Ming Dao was slightly taken aback, then immediately lowered his sword stance:

"Have."

Upon hearing this, the girl in the black dress smiled arrogantly, as if she had lifted the last restraint.

Her attitude towards humans was far less hateful than that towards other Demon Race. If there was even the slightest room for negotiation, she would not want to completely break ties with humans.

But since the other party harbors hatred towards the entire Demon Race for some reason, it is an irreconcilable conflict, and she will not simply compromise.

Under the cover of night, the five men's attack stirred up gusts of wind, and their Mystic Qi flashed with colorful light in the forest, like a group of hunters hunting down their prey that had been trapped in an encirclement.

"There it is!"

Ao Yu called out anxiously.

Ao Yunlie stood on a branch, looking solemnly at the sudden appearance of light not far away.

He was a veteran of countless battles, and could sense the formidable nature of both sides even from the aftershocks of combat.

"This group of human cultivators is besieging a Demon Cultivator!"

Even the simple-minded Ao Yu quickly analyzed the situation, gritted his teeth in anger, and made as if to rush forward to save the person.

"Don't move!"

Ao Yunlie grabbed his cousin's shoulder. He looked at the sharp swordplay in the light and shadow as if he were witnessing a torrential downpour.

He recognized the sword!

"Big brother, help!" Ao Yu was extremely anxious.

"That person is Ming Dao of the Qiming Sect, the only beloved disciple of Venerable Tingyu. He is known as the Little Sword Immortal Ming in the Southern Yang Continent and has reached the Water Condensation Perfection Realm."

"Is it that sissy?" Ao Yu had obviously heard of this person's reputation. "Big brother, you're not scared, are you?"

"I'm not afraid of him. I'm only afraid that you and Miss He won't be able to defeat his four companions. They are all at the upper level of the Water Condensing Upper Realm with solid foundations, and they won't be easy to deal with."

Ao Yunlie stared intently at the battlefield, his expression grave.

Whether he was afraid or not was one thing; whether he could secure a victory was another. This was destined to be a fierce battle, and in such a hostile environment, whether it was worth risking his life to save a fellow countryman was a question he had to consider.

"What can we do then? Just stand by and watch them die?" Ao Yu was also at a loss.

Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out from the battlefield, sending flying leaves and stones soaring into the sky, indicating that the battle had reached its climax.

"This young lady is only at the Water Condensing Lower Realm, yet she is so skilled in combat. She is definitely a talent. Young Master Ao should rescue her." Miss He also frowned, her face showing worry.

Ao Yunlie gazed intently into the deep forest, "Other Demon Race have arrived. They're probably waiting for their chance. Let's join forces with them and attack together!"

You Su arrived late at that moment. He stood on a tree branch, frowning as he looked at the battlefield. The dazzling lights made it difficult for him to see the battle situation clearly.

This battle should have been none of his business, but for some reason, he had a sense of foreboding.

"Brother You, please wait here. These five men are ruthlessly attacking my Demon Race. I have no choice but to save them. Please, Brother You, do not intervene. I assure you, I will not kill them; I am only doing this to save them."

Although Ao Yunlie only caught a glimpse of You Su's combat prowess, it was enough to leave a lasting impression. If You Su were to join the battle, it would be an uncontrollable factor, and he didn't want to face You Su with You Su him.

"Hmm..." You Su replied casually.

But as soon as he finished speaking, as if he had caught sight of something, his entire figure rushed towards the battlefield like a black panther, and the tree under his feet was broken in half by his kick!

Ao Yu was stunned. "Brother, what is he doing?"

"Chase!"

Ao Yunlie was also completely bewildered and could only catch up quickly.

Looking back at the battlefield, the other four withdrew and stood around, maintaining their encirclement even though they didn't make a move.

Ming Dao bent over slightly, holding his sword to his chest. His powerful aura was hidden within his thin body. Despite the hot southern Secluded Island, a drop of water condensed on the tip of his sword, hanging there without falling.

"You're very capable," Ming Dao said, giving him high praise. "I didn't want to do it myself, but I can't let you leave alive now. If you have any other tricks up your sleeve, you can tear up the letter and leave the island."

"Stop pretending. You make it sound like I'm afraid of your sword."

The girl in the black dress was no longer as composed as before. Her black dress had many scratches, her hair was messy, and her beautiful face was covered with dust, but her tone remained arrogant.

"Don't try to be clever with your words!"

The beautiful female cultivator felt that the girl was just being stubborn. If it weren't for Senior Brother Ming telling them to step back so he could deal with this demon himself, she would definitely have slapped that wicked woman's face that was a scourge to the country!

"Four Water Condensing Upper Realm plus one Water Condensation Perfection Realm cultivator couldn't subdue a Water Condensing Lower Realm. Can you really call yourselves powerful?"

The girl in the black dress retorted sharply, completely unafraid of the deadly sword strike that Ming Dao was preparing.

The beautiful female cultivator felt a lump in her throat upon hearing this, unsure how to explain herself.

This was indeed because the five of them were not familiar with each other and their lack of coordination often hindered their own group. However, she had to admit that the demoness's manipulation of Technique Method was extremely smooth, and she had mastered many strange and unusual demonic techniques, which was why she was barely able to stall for time.

But things are different now. Senior Brother Ming Dao has been holding back all along, but now he doesn't need to worry about them anymore and can easily kill this demon.

"Senior Brother Ming is the only beloved disciple of Venerable Tingyu. He comprehended half a step of sword intent at the Water Condensation Perfection Realm and is known as Little Sword Immortal Ming. No matter how cunning you are, you are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of Tingyu Sword!"

She introduced it with great pride, as if she herself knew how to use the sword.

Surprisingly, these words didn't frighten the girl in the black dress; instead, they amused her.

"I thought I had grasped the essence of swordsmanship, but who knew I was only at half a step into swordsmanship at my age. Half a step into swordsmanship, don't embarrass yourself with that."

"You... you don't know anything!"

Seeing her senior brother Ming, whom she had worked so hard to curry favor with, being slandered, the female cultivator naturally tried her best to defend him, saying, "Anyone under fifty years old who can possess even half a step of sword intent is already a genius among geniuses. If you don't understand, don't spout nonsense!"

"Tch." The girl in the black dress scoffed at the female cultivator's flattery. "Then let me ask you, what kind of genius is someone who comprehends the complete sword intent at eighteen?"

Upon hearing this, the female cultivator was about to retort that this demoness was utterly ignorant, but then she seemed to recall hearing of such a person in the rumors, and could only purse her lips and say:

"So what if you're a genius? What does it have to do with you? You still can't beat Senior Brother Ming anyway."

Her words seemed to have struck a nerve with the girl, who surprisingly fell silent.

What does it have to do with anything...?

The beautiful woman curled her lips into a smile, thinking she had won the argument, but the girl suddenly laughed:

"You're wrong. I'm saying this to tell you that I've beaten geniuses like that before, so I don't need your half-baked senior brother Ming."

The girl in the black dress opened her arms, and beneath her delicate palms, wisps of Mystic Qi materialized, reminiscent of willows swaying in the spring breeze. But each willow branch was a tiny white snake!

A hint of surprise flashed in Ming Dao's eyes. He had already thought highly of this Demon Race girl, but he hadn't expected to underestimate her.

He couldn't help but wonder who would win if the two were in the same situation?

But this question is meaningless, because he will win, and she won't live to see the day when the Water Condensation Perfection.

A drop of water fell from the tip of the sword to the ground, like the first raindrop falling from the sky, followed by a continuous, dense rain.

But each drop of rain was like a flash of cold light on a sword!

"It's over!" Ao Yu, who had reached the halfway point, was shocked by what he saw and hurriedly urged, "We can't enter this sword formation! Why is You Su rushing in like a madman?!"

Ao Yunlie's expression was also extremely solemn, but he could sense that the intense killing intent emanating from You Su even surpassed that when he dealt with the two outsiders earlier. Suddenly, a bold guess popped into his head:

"He's going to kill someone!"

"He's going to kill demons too?!" Ao Yu exclaimed in shock. "Damn it, I told you humans are all bad!"

Ao Yunlie stopped in his tracks and slapped his younger brother on the back of the head.

"I said he's going to kill someone! Help!"

Ao Yunlie suddenly stood at attention, his imposing figure resembling a small mountain. His golden hair danced wildly, and the bulging veins on his neck extended to his cheeks, where a violent Mystic Qi was brewing.

"Kill?"

Ao Yu was still a little confused, but in the next instant, he was completely drawn to the changes on the battlefield.

Amidst the raging wind and torrential rain, a dark lightning bolt seemed to flash, tearing through the curtain of rain.

A violent aftershock followed, causing leaves to rustle and fall to the ground within a radius of dozens of meters. Ao Yu touched his face, feeling a stinging pain from the scattered Sword Qi.

Ming Dao planted his sword on the ground to steady himself. He looked at the trembling Tingyu Sword and a sense of horror flashed through his heart.

Just as the rain of swords was about to sever the snake demon's entire body, at that critical moment, someone blindly rushed in and caught the rain of swords for her!

In order for me to obtain the inheritance, my master did not hesitate to give me his Tingyu Sword, which was a half-step Immortal Sword. But this sword is now trembling!

"Fellow Daoist, have you attacked the wrong person?"

Ming Dao didn't recognize the guy wearing a strange magical Law Artifact over his eyes. He stood up, his tone somewhat angry.

Ji Xueruo's eyes had turned into vertical pupils. She stared blankly at the boy's clothes, which were covered with countless sword marks from the rain of swords, for a long time before her vertical pupils returned to normal.

Even though she hadn't seen his face, she immediately recognized him just by looking at his back, which was blocking her way.

Even though... they hadn't seen each other for a full two hundred and two days.

"No, I'm going to hit you."

The young man wielded his sword with the force of thunder.