Blades showed no mercy, and the saber was about to strike the youth.
A red blur flashed.
The youth moved like a phantom, easily evading the slash as he swept his sword out.
Screams rang out one after another, and the men staggered and fell, utterly bedraggled.
Yet the youth had never once left his chair. He had not even drawn his sword from its sheath.
Xiao Qinghe said flatly, "Brother Yan, you saw that, right? This fellow is vicious. If you want to fight him, go ahead. I'm not doing it."
Yan Yunhe: "..."
The youth suddenly looked over.
The red gauze of his veiled hat concealed his expression, but Xiao Qinghe could clearly feel his gaze settle on him.
More precisely, it seemed to settle on the sword at his waist.
Xiao Qinghe tensed.
He could distinctly sense demonic energy coming from this youth!
Was he from the Demon Clan?!
"Someone from the Demon-Slaying Sect..." the youth murmured. He gave Xiao Qinghe a long look before rising on his flying sword, streaking into the sky like a slash of blood and flying away.
Xiao Qinghe frowned. Everything about the youth seemed suspicious.
A youth who reacted to his master's name.
A youth from the Demon Clan dressed in red.
What connection was there between the two?
For a moment, Xiao Qinghe suspected he was Bai Yulou. But Bai Yulou was a youth dressed in blue, which did not fit the red-clad youth from just now. Besides, this youth was from the Demon Clan, while Bai Yulou had clearly been harmed by the Demon Clan.
Unable to figure it out, Xiao Qinghe silently called for the system.
"System, are you there? Who was that youth? Do you have any information on him?"
"System?"
"Hello?"
The familiar electronic voice gave