Who is Li Qiming?!

Facing A-Lian's terrifying blade, Liu Yun felt a surge of horror!

He had no time to explain anything and could only use his full strength to defend.

BOOM!

The massive black blade aura struck Liu Yun, sending the bearded old man flying backward.

Liu Yun retreated dozens of steps before he could slowly steady himself.

Everyone turned their gaze to see that the once arrogant Demon Sect elder, Liu Yun, was now in a wretched state.

His entire body was covered in dense, crisscrossing blade wounds, and his silk robes were shredded to rags.

Liu Yun's martial arts relied on his palms, his Iron Palm technique known for being indestructible, yet now his hands could not stop trembling.

A-Lian was slightly surprised: "Li Qiming, I didn't expect you to be able to block my strike."

As she spoke, she prepared to swing her blade once more.

"Wait!"

Liu Yun was terrified and hurriedly called for a halt, "There must be some misunderstanding between us. Besides, I am not Li Qiming, my name is Liu Yun!"

He felt incredibly stifled in his heart.

If she didn't even know Li Qiming, how could she be so confident?

A-Lian was also stunned; for her, it was easy to judge.

Li Qiming was able to kill Chen Ajiu, so he had to be at least at the Organ Refining realm.

Furthermore, she had an intuition that Li Qiming must be quite old.

Therefore, as soon as she entered the Ancient Temple, her gaze locked onto the most suspicious person: Elder Liu Yun.

"You say your name is Liu Yun, and you aren't Li Qiming?"

A-Lian asked.

"That's right!"

"I don't believe you!"

"You!"

Liu Yun widened his old eyes, feeling so frustrated he wanted to cough up blood!

"I can testify that Elder Liu Yun is truly not Li Qiming."

Just then, the silver-haired old woman suddenly stepped forward and spoke with caution.

"Li Qiming is actually..."

The old woman was just about to point toward the figure of the youth Xiao Se outside the broken wall.

However, before she could even open her mouth, A-Lian's Demon Blade had already come crashing down upon her head!

The terrifying power of the demonic energy made the old woman's bones creak and groan.

"Pfft!"

The old woman used all her strength to defend, but she still couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood as she was sent flying backward.

"Why did you strike me?!"

The old woman's face turned as pale as paper as she glared at the woman in white, feeling that this person was simply unreasonable.

"Since he isn't Li Qiming, then you must be Li Qiming."

"I never expected Li Qiming to be an old hag... Die, Li Qiming!"

A-Lian looked at Liu Yun and the old woman, speaking coldly.

Her intuition told her that Li Qiming had to be one of these two.

BOOM!

She swung the Demon Blade, striking directly at her.

This time, the silver-haired old woman's body was hacked to pieces, exploding into gore!

"Elder Ji!"

Liu Yun and Chen Shuang both felt their eyes split with rage.

A Demon Sect elder at the Organ Refining realm had died so wretchedly, taking a blade meant for Li Qiming!

It was all Li Qiming's fault!

"Holy Son, run! She has fallen into a demonic state; her thinking is rigid, and there is no reasoning with her!"

Liu Yun looked at the terrifying demonic energy radiating from her and spoke urgently.

Even a tiny bit of demonic power from a Blood Demon Pill could affect a person's mind, making them bloodthirsty and murderous, rendering them unable to make normal judgments about right or wrong.

Not to mention the monstrous demonic power radiating from the woman in white.

The old man with the white beard finally understood that trying to reason with A-Lian was like playing the lute to a cow!

Run!

With that thought, Liu Yun suddenly pulled out a blood-red talisman and activated it with all the blood energy in his body.

Blood Shield Talisman!

This was something he had obtained in a Gods and Devils Secret Realm.

He usually couldn't activate it, but now that Elder Ji was dead, he could just borrow her flesh and blood to fuel it!

Liu Yun threw the blood talisman onto the corpse of Elder Ji.

An aura of gods and devils descended upon the scene, and the next second, a massive, blood-dripping maw appeared out of thin air. A foul-smelling tongue lashed out, swallowing Elder Ji's remains in one gulp.

Immediately after, Liu Yun grabbed Chen Shuang, and the two jumped directly into the gaping maw, vanishing from sight.

"Where do you think you're going?!" A-Lian slashed out with her blade.

But she hit nothing but air.

The blood-dripping maw had already disappeared.

A thousand miles away.

In a corner of a desolate mountain, the blood-dripping maw manifested out of thin air. Two figures were spat out, and then the mouth slowly faded away, accompanied by the faint, crunching sound of bones being chewed.

"Pfft!"

Upon landing, Liu Yun immediately vomited a mouthful of foul, bloody bile.

He was severely injured.

"Elder Yun! Are you alright?"

Chen Shuang supported him with concern.

"I'm fine, Holy Son. Quick, let's return to the Demon Sect!"

Thinking back to the terrifying A-Lian, Liu Yun still felt a lingering fear!

"But..."

Chen Shuang hesitated.

He was unwilling to give up!

If they fled like this, all their efforts would have been in vain!

Xia Bingbing, tenth on the Beauty Ranking... and Li Qiming, who killed his brother—were they just going to let them off the hook?!

"It's unknown whether they'll even survive. Let's go first; if that demoness catches up, we're finished!"

"Don't worry, if they survive, we can plan again!"

Liu Yun urged him anxiously.

"Fine..." Chen Shuang nodded.

He looked back at the desolate mountain shrouded in the night.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

"Brother..."

"Li Qiming, I hope you stay alive. I will soon enter the Organ Refining realm and master my Blade Momentum. When that time comes, I will surely take your dog life to avenge my brother!"

Chen Shuang muttered, then helped Liu Yun up.

The two left in a sorry state.

The Ancient Temple.

Liu Yun and Chen Shuang had used the Gods and Devils maw to escape.

The only ones left on the scene were Shen Changsheng, Jiang Lianyue, and the lingering Murong Canghai.

And outside the broken wall, Li Qiming himself, ready to bolt at any moment.

Li Qiming was dumbfounded.

He had recognized the masked woman in white at first glance.

She was the same woman in white who had given him that eerie smile during the executions at the market!

Back then, A-Lian wasn't wearing a mask, and her strength didn't seem nearly this high.

In just a few short days, she had killed that troublesome old hag in two strikes—and that woman was at the Great Perfection of Organ Refining!

Beyond his amazement, what made Li Qiming's hair stand on end was that, for some unknown reason, A-Lian was looking for him—to kill him!

Rushing into the Ancient Temple, he drew his blade and slashed, instantly shattering the Demon Sect experts' formation, leaving them either dead or fleeing in disarray.

This sudden turn of events caught everyone by surprise.

"No, they truly aren't Li Qiming."

At this moment, A-Lian suddenly murmured to herself.

Because she remembered that Chen Ajiu had died from blade wounds.

Liu Yun used palms, the old woman used a crutch, and among the three, only the boy who had been taken away used a blade.

But that boy's Blade Momentum was still in its infancy, far too weak; he absolutely could not have killed Chen Ajiu.

Therefore, none of them were Li Qiming.

Then, who on earth was Li Qiming?!

A-Lian cast a cold gaze, her eyes sweeping across the remaining people in the temple.

She could have killed them all with a single strike.

But A-Lian needed to ensure that Li Qiming was truly among those she killed.

Otherwise, the foul breath of resentment in her heart would never dissipate!

"Which one of you is Li Qiming?!"

A-Lian demanded.

"I am Li Qiming."

Suddenly, Murong Canghai slowly stepped forward and spoke.

"I am the Li Qiming you are looking for. Kill me, but please let them leave!"

Murong Canghai was too severely injured; the recent great battle had left his already failing body in an abysmal state.

He had a premonition that even if he recovered, he would never be able to hold a blade again in this lifetime.

For a swordsman, the blade is life! It is the very meaning of existence!

Unable to use a blade, becoming a decrepit waste—even if he returned to the Qi Family Escort Agency alive, he would not meet a good end.

Rather than living on in cowardice, it would be better to die now and be done with it.

He would play the hero this one time!