Zhurong Has Second Thoughts and Strays into the Demon Cult

"Pfft!"

The next second, a flower of blood bloomed in mid-air.

Immediately afterward, Yang Jian thrust out his spear, piercing directly into Zhurong's chest. Instantly, Zhurong's heart was pierced by the spear, bursting open and gushing out blood.

Zhurong's pupils widened instantly, and then she collapsed.

Yang Jian immediately withdrew his spear and then unleashed a punch, instantly blasting the corpse in front of him to pieces.

Then he teleported back to the mountain peak once again.

"Young Master Yang, you're finally back! Quick, stop him for me!" Upon seeing Yang Jian rushed forward and exclaimed excitedly, his voice filled with anxiety.

Clearly, a lot happened while Yang Jian was chasing the man in black, and Zhurong had no idea what was going on.

Upon hearing Zhurong's words, Yang Jian calmly replied, "Wait a moment, I will deal with them soon!"

Yang Jian tossed his spear into the nearby bushes, then stomped his foot, instantly leaping into the air and charging directly towards the men in black below the cliff.

"Oh no! Stop him! Stop him now!"

Upon seeing Yang Jian's actions, the men in black panicked completely, shouting in alarm. They had clearly realized Yang Jian 'Yang Jian power; if he were to come down, their chances of survival would be slim.

Soon, several people rushed towards Yang Jian.

"You're courting death!" Upon seeing the other party's actions, Yang Jian immediately shouted coldly. At the same time, he swept his spear, and a terrifying spear light burst out, instantly cutting two of them in half at the waist. Then, Yang Jian's figure once again soared into the air, instantly arriving in front of the other two.

"Leave me here!" Yang Jian sneered, then swung his spear at the neck of one of the men in black once more.

"No!!!"

Upon seeing Yang Jian's actions, the guy's face immediately showed a look of horror. He clearly never expected Yang Jian to be so powerful. Their numbers and strength were obviously much higher than Yang Jian's, but in the end, they were all instantly killed by Yang Jian, which made him feel utterly devastated.

"Die, you emperor!"

Seeing Yang Jian sweep his weapon towards his head again, the man in black didn't dare to be careless and quickly grabbed his weapon to defend himself.

With two crisp sounds, the two weapons collided.

"Ah!"

The next moment, a scream suddenly came from the man in black.

Yang Jian's spear thrust was so fast that it was impossible for him to defend against it. So there was no suspense at all. He felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the pain spread throughout his body.

"Snap!"

Then, Yang Jian cleaved the man in black's arm in two with a single spear thrust.

"Puff!"

At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth and he flew out.

Upon witnessing Yang Jian's move, the faces of the surrounding men in black were instantly filled with horror. They were clearly stunned by what they saw, and obviously had not expected such a bizarre situation to occur.

"You bunch of fools, how dare you provoke me! Now you know what I mean! But even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, it's too late. My patience is very limited. Today, I must kill you all!" Yang Jian coldly stared at the men in black before him and said coldly, his eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent.

"Kill him! Don't let him get away!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Yang Jian, stop!!"

But just then, a series of angry shouts suddenly came from behind.

Then, a figure instantly teleported to Yang Jian's side. It was none other than Zhurong. He had sensed Yang Jian's presence earlier, but he hadn't expected this to happen, so he rushed over to stop it.

Zhurong didn't want to see Yang Jian in danger because of her; after all, Yang Jian had saved her for so long, how could she just ignore him?

"Yang Jian, stop! He is Zhurong, a core disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect. If you kill him, you will definitely be in trouble too!" Zhurong said, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Zhurong, so what if they're Zhurong? They dared to kill my brothers, so they're destined to pay the price!" Upon hearing Zhurong's words, Yang Jian's eyes instantly sharpened, and he spoke directly.

"Yang Jian, you've misunderstood. We didn't know they were Zhurong just now, otherwise we would never have dared to attack!" Seeing Yang Jian's reaction, Zhurong quickly spoke up, feeling a little regretful. He regretted why he had acted out of spite towards them, only to fall into their trap now.

Upon hearing Zhurong's words, Yang Jian's expression softened immediately. He glanced at Zhu Rong and finally said directly, "Zhurong, you caused this yourself. Let's settle things now!"

Yang Jian had already made a three-point agreement with Zhurong: if Zhurong dared to retaliate, Yang Jian would definitely not stand idly by. Therefore, Yang Jian had already secretly made preparations.

"Alright! Let's have a good contest then!" Zhurong said, his tone filled with unparalleled arrogance.

"Whoosh!"

Then, the two of them transformed into two shooting stars and instantly rushed towards each other.

The two afterimages collided violently in an instant, and then their bodies were once again violently pushed back into the distance.

The two were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand, so after a brief pause, they clashed fiercely once again.

"Yang Jian, run!"

At this moment, Zhurong suddenly spoke again.

Clearly, he realized then that Yang Jian was under immense pressure, and that if the conflict continued, Yang Jian would be the one to suffer. He was well aware of this, so he quickly reminded him.

"Hmph, you think you can make me escape? Dream on! Even if you die, you won't leave alive!" Yang Jian coldly replied after hearing Zhurong's words.

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhurong's face turned ashen.

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony!"

After saying that, Zhurong thrust her long sword directly towards Yang Jian's shoulder.