As Chai Ren descended, the elders instinctively retreated at once, naturally dragging Sikong Xinyu away with them.
In the blink of an eye, the crowd cleared out an open space.
Only Chai Ren, carrying the child in his hand, and Sikong Jing, lying on the ground, remained. Meanwhile, the woman and middle-aged man in the distance were crazily running back, still sprinting in frantic desperation...
"Ha ha ha..."
At this moment, Chai Ren had already confirmed that the person lying there was Sikong Jing.
He could not help but burst into laughter. "Black Scale Little Demon, you've finally fallen into my hands. I'm going to earn a great merit."
Chai Ren knew full well that Patriarch Cang Lang had yet to deal with Zhan Hu and Black Scale Little Demon's spirit shadows. That was why he needed Chai Ren to find the real body and bring it back.
Only then did elders such as Sikong Luomiao finally realize that this young man truly was the Black Scale Little Demon.
Hadn't his spirit shadow been sucked away? How had he still been able to speak just now?
Suddenly, Sikong Luomiao flashed back and said, "Give the child back to us."
Chai Ren did not even turn his head. He merely chuckled lowly. "Wouldn't returning him be too troublesome? Killing him directly is much simpler."
As soon as those words fell, countless faces changed drastically, while the woman let out one shriek after another...
Just as Chai Ren was about to make his move, Sikong Jing, who had been lying on the ground, abruptly sprang to his feet. In a flash, he charged straight at Chai Ren. Before Chai Ren could react... pfft!
A streak of sword light viciously severed the arm Chai Ren was using to hold the child.
"Ah..."
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