Master of Strange Dao

They were just entangling with each other, dragging each other down, but the real crux of the situation was with Ji Bochang.

Any Dong Chang agent who tried to approach Yu Ziqing would immediately be intercepted.

Yu Ziqing, such a weakling, was here, watching the battle from start to finish.

Ji Bochang furrowed his brows, only then realizing that Zhong Shouzheng, who did his job for money and shirked at the first sign of trouble, was far more troublesome than expected and struck with lethal force.

"Stop wasting time, delays could lead to unexpected changes."

Ji Bochang scolded.

Immediately, his four Ninth Tier incarnations burst forth with even greater power.

Tong Weishun and his companions felt their pressure double.

The battlefield shifted, from the initially tacit one-on-one to a tangled battle of four against four.

In just the time it took for one incense stick to burn, it had turned into a team fight of five against five.

The coordination among Tong Weishun and his associates was far inferior to the original beings and their incarnations.

The battlefield slowly transformed, moving bit by bit, and suddenly, the Old Eunuch, whose Yang God had not yet recovered, suddenly formed handprints and pointed towards Tong Weishun's back while floating in the air.

A streak of cold light left a trail tens of miles long in the air in an instant.

Tong Weishun's Protective Dharma Treasure instantly burst apart.

After the Old Eunuch pointed out once, he pointed three more times towards Zhong Shouzheng, three beams of cold light forcing Zhong Shouzheng to keep retreating.

With the Old Eunuch's sudden betrayal in the midst of battle, the tide turned in an instant.

Five against five became four against six.

Upon seeing this, Zhong Shouzheng made a split-second decision, immediately retreating, preparing to take Yu Ziqing and leave.

However, Ji Bochang with a rainbow light beneath his feet, took to the sky and headed straight for Yu Ziqing.

The remaining five, as if mad, threw themselves into the fight with no regard for their lives, entangling the four, but that was enough to buy a tiny bit of time.

From the direction of Dali, a Magical Treasure accompanied by a long tail light, crossed the sky from afar.

From Daqian, a rolling sound, yet the Divine Light, despite being released later, arrived first, with Cheng Jing stepping on radiance, approaching through the air.

Ji Bochang laughed heartily, and before he even arrived, he reached out one hand, forming a Big Handprint, and grabbed towards Yu Ziqing.

"You hypocrites, I've seen through you long ago.

If there's no need, you'd rather have others kill each other, then you come in to clean up the mess.

Now, it's too late to try to save this person!"

The surging aura, like a great river rushing and a huge mountain pressing, had not yet arrived, but Yu Ziqing had to press down to the ground, feeling as if he couldn't straighten his back or catch his breath due to the suffocating pressure.

Whether it was the Magical Treasure or the still distant Cheng Jing, it was too late to intervene.

Yu Ziqing quietly watched this unfold, shoving the trembling Little Fox in his arms into a Storage Bag.

As for the Old Eunuch's sudden betrayal, Yu Ziqing was not a bit surprised.

He had never taken the Old Eunuch back to Jinlan Mountain from the start, exactly to guard against this.

He had considered various possibilities very early on.

There are incarnations aware that they are incarnations but refuse to sever the connection.

There are incarnations that might not even be aware they are incarnations.

There are incarnations that, even after severing the connection, would not betray their chief director.

Ignoring the matter of the incarnations and seeing them merely as subordinates of the chief director, would they certainly rebel if the chief director set them up?

Not necessarily, if only human hearts were so simple, it would be much easier.

It's only someone like Tong Weishun, with a home, an elderly parent, and young children, all life's ties within the Tong Family, whose emotions, joy, and sorrow are all there, who would firmly stand against the chief director after cutting ties.

But for those like the Old Eunuch who had no attachments, no children, and spent their lives cultivating in seclusion, the deepest emotional tie might be with the chief director, so why would he rebel?

Even seeing him as a loyal servant, he would not betray.

Even after being severed from his link, he didn't deliver the message to the chief director; it seemed the chief director didn't know it was Yu Ziqing who severed that kind of link.

So Yu Ziqing dared not trust the Old Eunuch.

Especially since the Old Eunuch even took the initiative to offer to sweep the floors of Jinlan Mountain.

That made Yu Ziqing even less inclined to trust him.

To someone who didn't care much whether he lived or died, could Yu Ziqing's help in severing the connection really equal his one and only lifelong tie?

Yu Ziqing truly didn't think he held that much sway.

Now, as the pressure made it impossible to straighten his back and danger loomed with mortal peril upon him, the rusty sword had yet to complete its judgment.

On Yu Ziqing's waist, a white sword in a scabbard suddenly appeared.

Yu Ziqing's right hand grasped the hilt and shouted lowly,

"Brother Dong."

In an instant, at the southern part of Jinlan Mountain, Han Dong, who had been standing there with a sword planted in front of him, suddenly opened his eyes.

He formed a Sword technique with his hand and two streaks of sword light burst from his eyes.

In that moment, as if he was standing in the Wilderness to the south, he could see the battle here.

He bent slightly at the waist, just like Yu Ziqing, his right hand grasping at the non-existent hilt at his left waist.

At the same time,

Yu Ziqing gripped the sword hilt and with a heave, endless sword light surged out from the sword scabbard.

The sword light, solid as a real object, shattered Ji Bochang's Big Handprint in an instant rush, all of its power as if being cleaved by countless swords into tiny fragments, into nothingness.

The sword, carrying Yu Ziqing, performed the most standard sword draw, a single slash.

In a flash, the only thing between heaven and earth was that white sword light.

Each thread was actually Sword Qi, so powerful that it shattered into sword light of its own accord.