You Have the Guts? Then Cut Her Throat!

And everyone else became mere background figures.

You can only watch the fight between the two of them.

Xiao Jin stood to the side, tears welling in her eyes, but she clenched her teeth and didn't make a sound.

She believed in Ye Jing and that he could overcome all difficulties.

As time went on, the battle gradually entered a heated phase.

Ye Jing gradually gained the upper hand thanks to his profound understanding and application of the Evil God Power.

However, the Zhao Family Old Ancestor was, after all, a titan in the Cultivation World, whose strength was unfathomable. Even when at a disadvantage, he could still unleash astonishing combat power.

"Ye Jing, though you are powerful, evil cannot prevail over good. Today is your end!" The Ancestor's voice echoed between heaven and earth as he unleashed his final trump card—a Law Treasure containing the power of the Zhao family's thousand-year heritage.

"The Ten Thousand Miles Mountain and River Cauldron!"

The Law Treasure was unleashed, the world lost its color, and a force powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers pressed down on Ye Jing.

Faced with this force, Ye Jing did not back down; instead, it fueled his fighting spirit even more.

He roared, and the Evil God Power within him surged to its peak. The black spear transformed into a bolt of black lightning, colliding with the Law Treasure.

With a deafening roar, the entire Cultivation World trembled. When the dust settled, Ye Jing stood there, spear in hand, his clothes torn, but his eyes even more resolute.

The Zhao Family Old Ancestor's face was pale, and the light on the giant cauldron in his hand dimmed somewhat.

Clearly, this confrontation...

Ye Jing gained the upper hand.

The Zhao Family Old Ancestor's face grew increasingly gloomy. He had never expected that a young man considered a remnant of the Devil Race could contend with him, an old monster in the Cultivation World, to this extent.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the dry ground, evaporating instantly, leaving barely perceptible rings, just like the unease and shock in his heart at that moment.

"Ye Jing, you are indeed extraordinary..." The Ancestor's voice was hoarse and heavy. He knew that if they continued to fight, it would probably be difficult to end things peacefully.

However, as the head of the Zhao family, how could he easily admit defeat?

Just then, a sly glint flashed in the eyes of Young Master Zhao, who was watching from the sidelines.

He quietly retreated to Xiao Jin's side, and taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he suddenly struck, grabbing Xiao Jin and pulling her in front of him. The sharp blade lightly touched her delicate neck; with just a slight slash, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Stop!" Upon seeing this, Ye Jing's heart tightened, and he roared. The black spear in his hand immediately lost its direction, and its power dissipated.

He knew all too well that Xiao Jin was innocent and that he absolutely could not let her become a victim of this struggle.

"Ye Jing, if you dare to move again, this little girl's life will be in danger!" Young Master Zhao laughed triumphantly, and with a slight force from the tip of his sword, a thin bloodstain appeared on Xiao Jin's neck. She groaned softly in pain, her eyes filled with helplessness and fear.

"Despicable!" Ye Jing's eyes widened in anger, his entire body radiating the Evil God Power like boiling magma, ready to erupt at any moment.

However, reason told him that acting impulsively would only make things worse. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger and anxiety.

"Young Master Zhao, why involve innocent people in our feud? Release her, and let's fight fair and square!" Ye Jing's voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, full of determination and resolve.

Young Master Zhao sneered and said, "Ye Jing, do you think I'll believe you? Now, you only have two choices: either surrender and come back to the Zhao family with me to face trial, or I'll make this girl pay with her life!"

Ye Jing clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

He looked at Xiao Jin, and those eyes, full of concern and courage, seemed to give him endless strength. He knew he couldn't fall, and he couldn't let Xiao Jin get hurt.

"Okay, I promise you." Although Ye Jing's voice was calm, the bitterness and helplessness in it were hard to hide.

He slowly lowered the spear in his hand and walked step by step toward Young Master Zhao. Each step felt like stepping on a knife's edge, painful and heavy.

"Don't come any closer. Go to my Ancestor's place. I won't let you near him." Young Master Zhao wasn't stupid; he was afraid that Ye Jing would suddenly attack, and he definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.

Ye Jing's face darkened. "This is what you call righteous people, threatening an innocent little girl!"

Ye Jing stopped a few steps away from Young Master Zhao. His gaze was sharp, piercing through Young Master Zhao's hypocritical mask and shooting straight into that twisted soul.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only Young Master Zhao's triumphant laughter and Xiao Jin's faint sobs mingling together, sounding particularly jarring.

"Justice?" Ye Jing's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile that contained both mockery of the absurd rules of this world and resigned acceptance of his own fate. "If this is what you call justice, then I am willing to give everything to break these hypocritical shackles!"

After saying that, the Evil God Power within Ye Jing surged once more.

Ye Jing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if conversing with the darkness deep within his heart, seeking resonance with some kind of power.

"Brother Ye Jing, it's okay, don't let them control you because of me!" Xiao Jin cried out desperately upon seeing this, tears blurring her vision, but she still struggled fiercely, trying to break free from Young Master Zhao's grasp.

Although her voice was faint, it was like a ray of warm sunshine in spring, penetrating into Ye Jing's heart.

At this critical moment, Ye Jing suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze completely replaced by crimson.

"Ye Jing, it's okay, it's not your fault. They are the demons. Even if you kill them all, it's not your fault."

The Woman in White Dress spoke again, her gentle voice ringing out.

Like a spring breeze, it soothed Ye Jing's soul, but the Divine Power outside Ye Jing's body grew even stronger!

"Young Master Zhao, do you really think you can control everything?" Ye Jing's voice was deep and powerful. He was no longer subdued by the other party's threats, but had regained the initiative with a completely new attitude. "In this world, there are always some things that cannot be measured by force or threats."

As soon as he finished speaking, that invisible force suddenly erupted, transforming into a dazzling light that instantly enveloped Young Master Zhao.

To Young Master Zhao's astonishment, he suddenly felt a powerful force binding him tightly.

"If you've got the guts, then slit Xiao Jin's throat. That way, you'll lose your only bargaining chip, and we'll see how you survive then." Ye Jing's eyes were cold and ruthless.

The sound goes straight to the heart!

The sword in Young Master Zhao's hand trembled.

Indeed.

He dared not cut it, because cutting it meant he would surely die too.

How could he trade his precious life for this little girl?

Even the sword in his hand went out of control and fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment, Xiao Jin broke free and stumbled into Ye Jing's arms. The two smiled at each other, their tacit understanding and trust reaching their peak at that moment.

Upon seeing this, the Zhao Family Old Ancestor's expression changed drastically. He never expected that Ye Jing would be able to find a way out of such a desperate situation.