Seeing this, Jiang Wan stepped forward to push Ye Qinghui away, but the arrow struck her in the chest instead. She fell too.
"Jiang Wan!"
One by one, the people closest to him fell to arrows. Ye Qinghui's eyes blazed red as he swung his sword at the archer in a fury. Though the man had changed his face and put on the clothes of the Devil Race, Ye Qinghui recognized him from their previous fight. "Shen Xingyan! It's you!"
When they had besieged the Kongtong School, they had killed Immortal Venerable Shen, but Shen Xingyan had slipped through the net and vanished. Ye Qinghui had never expected him to disguise himself, infiltrate the Demon Realm, and use the Immortal-Demon War to ambush Ye Zhenzhen and him.
"That's right. It's me!" Shen Xingyan tore off his disguise and revealed his old face. In the years since the Kongtong School had collapsed, he had lived like a stray dog. Nothing remained of the dignified young sect master he had once been. His puppy-like eyes held only hatred and the viciousness he had honed in the Demon Realm.
Some time ago, an old Daoist had come to him in a dream. The Daoist told him that he was supposed to be the protagonist of this world. The Heaven-Opening Sword and the title of Immortal Venerable had both been meant for him, but Ye Zhenzhen had stolen his Fortune, and Ye Qinghui had taken his opportunities. The old man gave him two Immortal-Slaying Arrows and told him to take revenge and reclaim what was rightfully his.
When he woke, two arrows were indeed lying beside his bed.
He believed every word the old Daoist had said and had been searching for a chance to shoot Ye Zhenzhen and Ye Qinghui. To his delight,