Bei Gong, his hair disheveled, lay wounded on the ground, one hand clutching his torn chest, the other instinctively pushing against the earth as he scrambled backward. His face was pale with terror. Surrounded by a rising, monstrous aura, his horizontal eyebrow—actually his false brow—fell off!
“Hand over the Demon-Slaying Bow now, or I’ll make you regret it!”
The three fox spirits cackled, once again surrounding Bei Gong Zheng. Their tails, not yet fully transformed, wagged arrogantly in the air.
Beigong, disheveled and wounded, collapsed to the ground, one hand clutching his torn shirt over his chest, the other propping him up as he instinctively retreated in panic. His face was a mask of fear, and amidst the swirling demonic aura, his once fierce eyebrows—actually fell off!
“If you don’t hand over the Demon-Slaying Bow now, see how I’ll play with you to death?!”
The three fox demons sneered as they once again encircled Beigong Zheng, their not yet fully refined tails swaying arrogantly.
Suddenly, a gray mist descended from the sky, eerily enveloping the three demons; then, a series of sharp slapping sounds echoed from within the mist.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Three dull thuds followed as the fox minions were thrown out of the mist like garbage.
The half-fox demons, bruised and battered, scrambled to their feet. Though the enemy’s blows hadn’t harmed their demonic spirits, the ghostly speed of their opponent had shaken their very souls.
Three pairs of fox eyes, filled with doubt and fear, focused intently on the terrifying gray mist. The figure within had yet to reveal itself, but the overwhelming aura, characteristic of a high-level deity or demon, had already sent shivers down the spines of the three fox minions.
Half-lying on the ground, tightly gripping the divine bow, Beigong Zheng’s eyes shone with a brilliant light. The joy of being saved from certain doom made his lips part slightly, his eyes flickering with an unusual brilliance, filled with anticipation. He wondered silently, who could this celestial being be?
The fierce wind gradually subsided, the dust slowly settled, and the gray mist seeped into the earth. The mysterious figure—bit by bit—appeared in the sight of the one human and three demons.
“Ah!” “Yah!”
Similar screams, but with different meanings of shock. The three fox minions were indeed startled by their opponent, but even Beigong Zheng, the one who had been saved, wore a look of fear and astonishment. He was dumbstruck, pointing at the newcomer, unable to speak for a long time.
The first mysterious figure to appear stood tall and straight, yet slightly askew; his face was handsome, but his hair was disheveled; his eyes were bright, but filled with greed and lust; his short, tight-fitting outfit was already displeasing to the eye, but the ox-ear dagger at his waist swayed back and forth.
—Such a classic appearance, who else could it be but the most promising rogue of Liubang Town, “Bold Three”?!
Qiao San smiled silently, looking at the three fox minions with utmost calm.
Though the mysterious figure’s gaze held no killing intent, the aura of power surrounding him made the three demons tremble, their raised tails immediately curling between their legs.
That was a light only a celestial being from the heavens could possess—how could the three scattered demons not be afraid?!
Twelve Niang followed half a step behind Qiao San. Outwardly calm, she was actually extremely nervous, her mind racing at the speed of light. The truth could be exposed at any moment—what should she do?!
Just as Twelve Niang subconsciously moved closer to Qing Niang, Qiao San abruptly stretched out a hand, pulling her away from her sister-in-law.
The sensitive heartstrings of the little fox demon were startled. She stole a glance at Qiao San, but even with the mystical powers of the Xuan Fox Secret Technique, she couldn’t tell whether Qiao San’s action was intentional or not.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. At that moment, Qiao San had just taken his first step, and the calmness in Twelve Niang’s eyes began to waver—the little fox demon’s heart was in turmoil!
Ever since descending the mountain, she had felt as though everything was under her control. But ever since Qiao San was pierced through the heart by an arrow, that feeling had suddenly changed. The figure of the rogue Three seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making even the Xuan Fox Secret Technique see only vaguely, unable to grasp the truth clearly!
“You… Bold Three, are you… human or ghost?” The bloody scene was still swirling in Beigong Zheng’s mind, coupled with the rogue Three’s bizarre entrance, he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the divine bow once more.
He never expected, nor could he have imagined, that his savior would be his sworn enemy, Bold Three, and moreover, the rogue who had just been killed by him not long ago! This was all too unbelievable!
“Ah! You are… Beigong Zheng?!”
Beigong Zheng’s shocked question finally drew Qiao San’s gaze. After taking a few steps forward, he finally saw the face of the divine hunter’s son.
The moment their eyes met, the profound mystery Qiao San had been pretending to possess vanished into thin air. After an uncontrollable moment of stunned silence, he pointed at Beigong Zheng with a trembling finger, his voice hoarse with difficulty, “You are… a woman?!”
“Ha, ha… a woman! So Beigong Zheng is a woman!”
The rogue’s nature made Qiao San laugh so hard he doubled over, pointing at the pale-faced youth—no, the young woman, teasing her repeatedly, “Ha, ha, who would have thought the heir of the divine hunter family is actually—a woman!”
“You… scoundrel!” Beigong Zheng, humiliated and furious, spat out a mouthful of blood. She was so enraged by Qiao San that her injuries worsened.
Just as the old enemies were mocking each other, the three fox minions wisely turned and fled!
“Third Young Master, the demons are escaping!” Twelve Niang’s urgent call turned Qiao San’s attention back, and it also flew into the ears of the three fleeing fox minions.
Qiao San didn’t want to chase them. He could scare his opponents, but to subdue demons—he had neither the mood nor the ability!
One of the rogue’s laws: To subdue the enemy without fighting is the best strategy!
“Roar—”
Unexpectedly, before Qiao San could even pretend to chase them and show off, the three fleeing demons suddenly shuddered, let out a mad roar, and then strangely turned back and charged towards them.
The fake hero, true rogue, was now in a tight spot. Unable to escape, he quickly recited the incantation from the “Ghost Scripture,” urgently summoning the “Ghost Cloud” for help. At the same time, the soft sword at his waist slid into his palm.
“Damn it, let’s fight!”
With the crisis upon him, Qiao San had no choice but to grit his teeth and stand firm. Though the rogue’s law dictated that he should flee immediately, with three women present, he had no choice but to straighten his spine and play the true hero for once.
“Clang—” The soft sword emitted a clear, resonant sound unlike before, a gray light swirling along its blade. In this critical moment, a line of true words floated into his mind, and Qiao San couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy and courage.
Just as life and death were about to be decided, in that suffocating instant, Twelve Niang suddenly stepped in front of Qiao San.
“Third Young Master, be careful!”
Before her words had even finished, Twelve Niang had already collided with the fiercest fox minion. Amidst the flurry of similar claws, both demons fell to the ground in a spray of blood.
“Twelve—” Qiao San was furious. His superhuman eyes clearly saw Twelve’s delicate body being flung through the air, leaving a long trail of blood, a deep, bone-exposing wound tearing open the young girl’s chest.
A thread of regret seeped into Qiao San’s heart. He hated his hesitation, he hated his suspicion. If it weren’t for that, Twelve wouldn’t have suffered such a fatal blow.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Three dull thuds rang out as the fox demons were hurled out like trash.
The half-fox demons rose from the ground bruised and bloodied. Though their demon souls remained intact, their opponent’s ghost-like speed had shattered their composure.
Their fox-like eyes flickered with fear and suspicion, staring at the ominous gray mist. Although the figure within had not yet revealed himself, the overwhelming aura, a unique energy of high-level celestial or demon beings, left the three fox demons trembling with dread.
Half-lying on the ground and tightly gripping the divine bow, Bei Gong Zheng’s eyes sparkled with hope. The joy of deliverance in such a desperate situation made his lips quiver and his eyes shine with anticipation. Who could this savior be?
Beigong, with disheveled hair, lay injured on the ground, one hand clutching his torn shirt over his chest, the other propping him up as he instinctively retreated in panic. His face was a mask of fear, and amidst the swirling demonic aura, his eyebrows—actually fell off!
“If you don’t hand over the Demon-Slaying Bow, see how I play you to death?!”
The three fox demons sneered as they encircled Beigong Zheng once more, their not yet fully refined tails swaying in triumph.
Suddenly, a gray mist descended from the sky, eerily enveloping the three demons; then, a series of sharp slapping sounds echoed from within the mist.
“Thud, thud, thud!”
Three dull thuds followed as the three fox slaves were tossed out of the mist like garbage.
The half-fox demons, bruised and battered, climbed to their feet. Though the enemy’s blows hadn’t harmed their demonic spirits, the ghostly speed of their opponent had shaken their minds.
Three pairs of fox eyes flickered with uncertainty, focusing intently on the terrifying gray mist. Though the figure within had yet to reveal itself, the powerful aura, characteristic of a high-level deity or demon, had already struck fear into the hearts of the three fox slaves.
Half-lying on the ground, tightly gripping the divine bow, Beigong Zheng’s eyes shone with a brilliant light. The joy of being saved from certain doom made his lips part slightly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, wondering silently, who could this deity be?
The fierce wind gradually subsided, the dust slowly settled, and the gray mist seeped into the earth. The mysterious figure—bit by bit—appeared in the sight of one man and three demons.
“Ah!” “Yah!”
Similar screams, but with different meanings of shock. The three fox slaves were indeed startled by their opponent, and even the rescued Beigong Zheng was equally terrified and awestruck. He was dumbfounded, pointing at the newcomer, unable to speak for a long time.
The first mysterious figure to appear stood tall and straight, yet slightly askew; his face was handsome, but his hair was disheveled; his eyes were bright, but filled with greed and lust; his short, tight outfit was already displeasing to the eye, and the cow-ear dagger at his waist swayed back and forth.
—Such a classic look, who else could it be but the most promising rogue of Liubang Town, “Bold Three”?!
Qiao San smiled silently, looking at the three fox slaves with utmost calm.
Though the mysterious figure’s gaze held no killing intent, the aura of magical light surrounding his figure made the three demons tremble, their raised tails immediately curling between their legs.
That was a light only a celestial being could possess, how could the three scattered demons not be afraid?!
Twelve Niang followed half a step behind Qiao San, outwardly calm but inwardly extremely tense. In her mind, thousands of thoughts raced at the speed of light. The truth could be exposed at any moment, what should she do?!
Just as Twelve Niang subconsciously moved closer to Qing Niang, Qiao San abruptly reached out and pulled her away from her sister-in-law.
The sensitive heartstrings of the little fox demon were startled. She stole a glance at Qiao San, but even with the mystical powers of the Xuan Fox Secret Technique, she couldn’t tell if Qiao San’s action was intentional or not.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. At this moment, Qiao San had just taken his first step, and the calm in Twelve Niang’s eyes began to waver. The little fox demon’s heart was in turmoil!
Ever since she descended the mountain, she had felt in control of everything. But ever since Qiao San was pierced through the heart by an arrow, that feeling suddenly changed. The figure of Rogue Three seemed shrouded in a mist, making even the Xuan Fox Secret Technique see only vaguely, unable to discern clearly!
“You… Bold Three, are you… human or ghost?” The bloody scene still lingered in Beigong Zheng’s mind, coupled with Rogue Three’s bizarre appearance, Beigong Zheng involuntarily tightened his grip on the divine bow.
He never expected, nor could he have imagined, that his savior would be his enemy, Bold Three, and moreover, the rogue he had just killed not long ago! This was all too unbelievable!
“Ah! You are… Beigong Zheng?!”
Beigong Zheng’s startled question finally caught Qiao San’s attention. After taking a few steps, he finally saw the face of the Divine Hunter’s son.
The moment their eyes met, the profound mystery Qiao San had been pretending to possess instantly vanished. After an uncontrollable moment of shock, he pointed at Beigong Zheng, his voice trembling with difficulty, “You are… a woman?!”
“Ha, ha… a woman! So Beigong Zheng is a woman!”
The rogue’s nature made Qiao San laugh so hard he doubled over, pointing at the pale-faced youth—no, maiden, teasingly saying, “Ha, who would have thought the heir of the prestigious Divine Hunter family is actually—a woman!”
“You… rogue!” Beigong Zheng, humiliated and furious, spat out a mouthful of blood. She was so angered by Qiao San that her injuries worsened.
Just as the two old enemies were mocking each other, the three fox slaves wisely turned and fled!
“Third Young Master, the demons are escaping!” Twelve Niang’s urgent call turned Qiao San’s attention back, and it also flew into the ears of the three fox slaves.
Qiao San had no intention of chasing. He could scare his opponents, but to subdue demons—he had neither the mood nor the ability!
One of the rogue’s laws: To subdue the enemy without fighting is the best strategy!
“Roar—”
Unexpectedly, before Qiao San could even pretend to chase and show off, the fleeing three demons suddenly shuddered, let out a mad roar, and then inexplicably turned and charged back.
The fake hero, true rogue, was now in a tight spot. The unavoidable fellow hurriedly recited the “Ghost Scripture” mantra, urgently summoning the “Ghost Cloud” to help, while the soft sword at his waist slid into his hand.
“Damn it, fight!”
With the crisis upon him, Qiao San had no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on. Though the rogue’s law dictated he should flee immediately, with three women present, he had to straighten his spine and be a true hero for once.
“Clang—” The soft sword emitted a clear, melodious sound unlike before, gray light swirling along its blade. In this critical moment, a line of true words floated into his mind, and Qiao San couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy and courage.
As life and death hung in the balance, in this suffocating moment, Twelve Niang suddenly stepped in front of Qiao San.
“Third Young Master, be careful!”
Before the words even finished, Twelve Niang had already collided with the fiercest fox slave. Amidst the flurry of similar claws, both demons fell to the ground in a shower of blood.
“Twelve—” Qiao San was furious. His superhuman eyes clearly saw Twelve’s delicate body being flung, trailing a long bloody path, a deep, bone-revealing wound tearing open the maiden’s chest.
A strand of regret surged into Qiao San’s heart. He hated his hesitation, he hated his suspicion. If it weren’t for that, Twelve wouldn’t have suffered such a fatal blow.
“Ahh!” “Yaa!”
Two shrieks, filled with different meanings—shock and fear from the fox demons, and equally stunned surprise from Bei Gong Zheng, who lay there wide-eyed, his finger trembling toward the figure, unable to utter a word.
The first to appear, the mysterious figure stood tall, yet slouched; his face was handsome, yet his hair was disarrayed; his eyes were bright, yet filled with greed and lust. His tight-fitting outfit was already displeasing to the eye, but the curved dagger at his waist swayed annoyingly with every step.
—Such a classic look could only belong to one person: “Da Dan San” (Bold Third), the most notorious ruffian from Liu Mang Village!
Qiao San silently smiled, calmly glancing at the three fox demons.
Beigong, disheveled and injured, collapsed to the ground, one hand clutching his torn shirt, the other propping himself up as he instinctively retreated in panic. His face was a mask of fear, and amidst the swirling demonic aura, his once fierce brows—actually fell off!
“If you don’t hand over the Demon-Slaying Bow now, see how I’ll play with you to death!”
The three fox demons sneered as they closed in on Beigong again, their not yet fully refined tails wagging in triumph.
Suddenly, a gray mist descended from the sky, eerily enveloping the three demons; then, a series of sharp slapping sounds echoed from within the mist.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Three dull thuds followed as the three fox slaves were thrown out of the mist like garbage.
The half-fox demons, bruised and battered, climbed to their feet. Although the enemy’s blows hadn’t harmed their demonic spirits, the ghostly speed of their opponent had shaken their minds.
Three pairs of fox eyes, filled with doubt and fear, stared intently at the terrifying gray mist. The figure within had yet to reveal itself, but the powerful aura, characteristic of a high-level deity, had already struck terror into the hearts of the three fox slaves.
Half-lying on the ground, Beigong tightly gripped the divine bow, his eyes shining with a newfound brilliance. The joy of being saved from certain death made his lips part slightly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. He wondered silently, who could this deity be?
The fierce wind gradually subsided, the dust slowly settled, and the gray mist seeped into the earth. The mysterious figure—bit by bit—appeared in the sight of the one human and three demons.
“Ah!” “Yah!”
Similar screams, but with different meanings. The three fox slaves were startled by their opponent, and even Beigong, the one who had been saved, was equally shocked and terrified. He was dumbfounded, pointing at the newcomer, unable to speak for a long time.
The first mysterious figure to appear stood tall and elegant, yet slightly tilted; his face was handsome, but his hair was disheveled; his eyes were bright, but they were filled with greed and lust. His short, tight outfit was already displeasing to the eye, and the cow-ear dagger at his waist swayed back and forth.
—Such a classic appearance, who else could it be but the most promising rogue of Liubang Town, “Bold Three”!
Qiao San smiled silently, calmly looking at the three fox slaves.
Although the mysterious figure’s gaze was not lethal, the aura of magical light surrounding his figure made the three demons tremble, their raised tails immediately curling between their legs.
That was the light only a celestial being could possess, how could the three scattered demons not be afraid?!
Twelve Niang followed half a step behind Qiao San. Outwardly calm, she was actually extremely nervous, her mind racing at the speed of light. The truth could be exposed at any moment, what should she do?!
Just as Twelve Niang instinctively moved closer to Qing Niang, Qiao San abruptly reached out and pulled her away from her sister-in-law.
The sensitive heartstrings of the little fox demon were startled. She glanced at Qiao San, but even with her profound fox magic, she couldn’t tell if this move was intentional or not.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. At this moment, Qiao San had just taken his first step, and the calmness in Twelve Niang’s eyes began to waver. The little fox demon’s heart was in turmoil!
Ever since she descended the mountain, she had felt in control of everything; but since Qiao San was pierced through the heart by an arrow, this feeling suddenly changed. The figure of Rogue Three seemed shrouded in a mist, making it difficult for her profound fox magic to see clearly!
“You… Bold Three, are you… human or ghost?” The bloody scene was still lingering in Beigong’s mind, and coupled with Rogue Three’s bizarre entrance, Beigong couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the divine bow.
He never expected, nor could he have imagined, that his savior would be his enemy, Bold Three, and moreover, the rogue who had just been killed by him not long ago! This was all too unbelievable!
“Ah! You are… Beigong Zheng?!”
Beigong’s startled question finally caught Qiao San’s attention. After taking a few steps, he finally saw the face of the young divine hunter.
As soon as their eyes met, the profound mystery Qiao San had been pretending to be vanished into thin air. After a moment of stunned silence, he pointed at Beigong with trembling fingers, his voice hoarse and difficult, “You are… a woman?!”
“Ha, ha… a woman! So Beigong Zheng is a woman!”
The rogue’s nature made Qiao San laugh so hard he doubled over, pointing at the pale-faced youth—no, the young woman, teasing her repeatedly, “Ha, who would have thought the heir of the divine hunter family is actually—a woman!”
“You… scoundrel!” Beigong, humiliated and furious, spat out a mouthful of blood. She was so angered by Qiao San that her injuries worsened.
Just as the two old enemies were mocking each other, the three fox slaves wisely turned and fled!
“Third Young Master, the demons are escaping!” Twelve Niang’s urgent call turned Qiao San’s attention back, and it also reached the ears of the three fox slaves.
Qiao San didn’t want to chase them. He could scare his opponents, but to subdue demons—he had neither the mood nor the ability!
One of the rogue’s laws: To subdue the enemy without fighting is the best strategy!
“Roar—”
Unexpectedly, before Qiao San could pretend to chase them and show off, the fleeing three demons suddenly trembled and let out a mad roar, then inexplicably turned and charged back.
The fake hero and true rogue was now in trouble. The unavoidable fellow quickly recited the “Ghost Scripture” mantra, urgently summoning the “Ghost Cloud” for help, while the soft sword at his waist slid into his hand.
“Damn it, let’s fight!”
With the crisis at hand, Qiao San had no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on. Although the rogue’s law dictated that he should flee immediately, with three women present, he had to straighten his spine and be a true hero for once.
“Clang—” The soft sword emitted a clear, melodious sound unlike before, with gray light swirling around the blade. In this critical moment, a line of true words floated into his mind, filling Qiao San with joy and greatly boosting his courage.
As life and death hung in the balance, in this suffocating moment, Twelve Niang suddenly stepped in front of Qiao San.
“Third Young Master, be careful!”
Before the words had fully left her mouth, Twelve Niang had already collided with the fiercest fox slave. In the flurry of similar claws, both demons fell to the ground amidst a spray of blood.
“Twelve—” Qiao San was furious. His superhuman eyes clearly saw Twelve’s delicate body being thrown, leaving a long trail of blood. A deep, bone-revealing wound tore open the girl’s chest.
A wave of regret surged into Qiao San’s heart. He hated his hesitation, he hated his suspicion. If it weren’t for these, Twelve wouldn’t have suffered such a fatal blow.
That was the glow of a celestial immortal—how could these three rogue demons not be terrified?!
Behind Qiao San, stepping half a pace behind, was Shi’er Niang. Outwardly calm, she was in fact extremely nervous. Her mind raced at lightning speed. What if their secret was discovered? What would they do then?!
As Shi’er Niang unconsciously edged closer to her “sister-in-law,” Qiao San suddenly stretched out his large hand and pulled her away.
The young fox demon’s heart quivered. She stole a glance at Qiao San. Despite the power of her Xuan Fox secret techniques, she could not tell whether his action was intentional or accidental.
A thousand thoughts flashed in an instant. At that moment, Qiao San had only just taken his first step forward, yet Shi’er Niang’s calmness began to waver. The young fox demon’s heart was in turmoil!
All along, from the moment she descended the mountain, she had felt completely in control. But ever since Qiao San had been pierced by an arrow, everything had changed. Qiao San’s figure now seemed shrouded in mystery, and even the Xuan Fox techniques could only perceive him vaguely and indistinctly.
“You… Da Dan San… are you… human or ghost?” The bloody scene still haunted Bei Gong Zheng’s mind. Coupled with Qiao San’s bizarre entrance, Bei Gong instinctively gripped the divine bow even tighter.
He never imagined—nor could he ever imagine—that his savior would be none other than his enemy, Qiao San, and not just any enemy, but the rogue he had recently killed! This was simply too incredible!
“Ahh! You’re… Bei Gong Zheng?!”
The disheveled Beigong, injured and fallen to the ground, clutched at his torn chest with one hand while the other instinctively pushed him backward in panic. His face was a mask of fear, and amidst the swirling demonic aura, his eyebrows—actually fell off!
“If you don’t hand over the Demon-Slaying Bow now, see how I play you to death?!”
The three fox demons, grinning wickedly, once again encircled Beigong Zheng, their not yet fully refined tails swaying in triumph.
Suddenly, a gray mist descended from the sky, eerily enveloping the three demons; then, a series of sharp slapping sounds echoed from within the mist.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Three dull thuds followed as the fox minions were tossed out of the mist like garbage.
The semi-fox demons, bruised and battered, scrambled to their feet. Although the enemy’s blows hadn’t harmed their demonic spirits, the ghostly speed of their opponent had shaken their minds.
Three pairs of fox eyes, filled with doubt and fear, focused intently on the terrifying gray mist. The figure within had yet to reveal itself, but the overwhelming presence, the unique aura of a high-level deity, had already terrified the fox minions.
Half-lying on the ground, tightly gripping the divine bow, Beigong Zheng’s eyes shone with a brilliant light. The joy of being saved from certain doom made his lips part slightly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, wondering silently, who could this deity be?
The fierce wind gradually subsided, the dust slowly settled, and the gray mist seeped into the earth. The mysterious figure—bit by bit—appeared in the sight of the one human and three demons.
“Ah!” “Yah!”
Similar screams, but with different meanings of shock, not only did the three fox minions tremble in fear, but even the rescued Beigong Zheng was equally terrified and stunned. He was dumbfounded, pointing at the newcomer, unable to speak for a long time.
The first mysterious figure to appear stood tall and elegant, yet slightly askew; his face was handsome, but his hair was disheveled; his eyes were bright, but filled with greed and lust; his short, tight outfit was already displeasing to the eye, and the ox-ear dagger at his waist swayed back and forth.
—Such a classic figure, who else could it be but the most promising rogue of Liubang Town, “Bold Three”?!
Qiao San smiled silently, looking at the three fox minions with utmost calm.
Although the mysterious figure’s gaze held no killing intent, the aura of magical light surrounding his figure made the three demons tremble, their raised tails immediately curling between their legs.
That was a light only a celestial being could possess, how could the three scattered demons not be afraid?!
Twelve Niang followed half a step behind Qiao San, outwardly calm but inwardly extremely tense. Her mind raced at the speed of light, the truth could be exposed at any moment, what should she do?!
Just as Twelve Niang instinctively moved closer to Qing Niang, Qiao San abruptly reached out and pulled her away from her sister-in-law.
The sensitive heartstrings of the little fox demon were startled. She glanced at Qiao San, but even with the mystical powers of the Xuanhu Secret Technique, she couldn’t tell if this move was intentional or not.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. At this moment, Qiao San had just taken his first step, and the calm in Twelve Niang’s eyes began to waver. The little fox demon’s heart was in turmoil!
Ever since descending the mountain, she had felt in control of everything; but since Qiao San was pierced through the heart by an arrow, this feeling suddenly changed. The figure of the rogue Three seemed shrouded in a mist, making even the Xuanhu Secret Technique see only vaguely, hard to discern clearly!
“You… Bold Three, are you… human or ghost?” The bloody scene still lingered in Beigong Zheng’s mind, coupled with the rogue Three’s bizarre entrance, Beigong Zheng involuntarily tightened his grip on the divine bow.
He never expected, nor could he have imagined, that the savior would be his enemy, Bold Three, and moreover, the rogue who had just been killed by him not long ago! This was all too unbelievable!
“Ah! You are… Beigong Zheng?!”
Beigong Zheng’s shocked question finally drew Qiao San’s gaze. After taking a few steps, he finally saw the front of the divine hunter’s son.
As soon as their eyes met, the profound mystery Qiao San had been pretending to be instantly vanished. After an uncontrollable moment of stunned silence, he pointed at Beigong Zheng, his voice trembling with difficulty, “You are… a woman?!”
“Ha, ha… a woman! So Beigong Zheng is a woman!”
The rogue’s nature made Qiao San laugh so hard he doubled over, pointing at the pale-faced youth—no, the young woman, teasing her repeatedly, “Ha, who would have thought the heir of the divine hunter family is actually—a woman!”
“You… scoundrel!” Beigong Zheng, both ashamed and furious, spat out a mouthful of blood. She was so enraged by Qiao San that her injuries worsened.
Just as the old enemies were mocking each other, the three fox minions wisely turned and fled!
“Third Young Master, the demons are escaping!” Twelve Niang’s urgent call turned Qiao San’s gaze back, and it also flew into the ears of the three fox minions.
Qiao San didn’t want to chase. He could scare his opponents, but to subdue demons—he had neither the mood nor the ability!
One of the rogue’s laws: To subdue the enemy without fighting is the best strategy!
“Roar—”
Unexpectedly, before Qiao San could pretend to chase and show off, the fleeing three demons suddenly shook, let out a mad roar, and then strangely turned back and charged.
The fake hero, true rogue, was now in a tight spot. The unavoidable fellow hurriedly recited the “Ghost Scripture” mantra, urgently summoning the “Ghost Cloud” for help, while the soft sword at his waist slid into his palm.
“Damn it, fight!”
With the crisis upon him, Qiao San had no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on. Although the rogue’s law dictated an immediate escape, with three women present, he had to straighten his spine and be a true hero for once.
“Clang—” The soft sword emitted a clear, melodious sound unlike before, gray light swirling around the blade. In this critical moment, a line of true words floated into his mind, and Qiao San couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy and courage.
Just as life and death were about to be decided, in this suffocating moment, Twelve Niang suddenly stepped in front of Qiao San.
“Third Young Master, be careful!”
Before the words had even faded, Twelve Niang had already collided with the fiercest fox minion. Amidst the flurry of similar claws, both demons fell to the ground in a shower of blood.
“Twelve—” Qiao San was furious. His superhuman eyes clearly saw Twelve’s delicate body being thrown, trailing a long arc of blood, a deep, bone-revealing wound tearing open the girl’s chest.
A thread of regret seeped into Qiao San’s heart. He hated his hesitation, he hated his suspicion. If it weren’t for these, Twelve wouldn’t have suffered such a fatal blow.
The moment their eyes met, Qiao San’s carefully maintained air of mystery vanished instantly. After a stunned moment, he stupidly pointed at Bei Gong Zheng, his voice trembling with difficulty: “You’re… a woman?!”
“Ha! Ha! A woman! So Bei Gong Zheng is a woman!”
Qiao San’s usual ruffian nature made him laugh so hard he nearly fell over, pointing at the livid-faced youth—who was now clearly a young woman—and jeering, “Haha! Who would have thought the heir to the legendary Bei Gong family of demon hunters would be… a woman!”
“You… shameless rogue!” Bei Gong Zheng, furious and humiliated, spat out a mouthful of blood. Qiao San had enraged her so much that her wounds worsened.
As the two old enemies exchanged taunts, the three fox demons cleverly turned and fled!
“Master San, the demons are escaping!” Shi’er Niang’s anxious cry snapped Qiao San back to reality—and reached the fox demons’ ears as well.
Qiao San had no intention of chasing them. He could scare his enemies, but actually subduing demons and monsters? He had neither the mood nor the ability!
One of Qiao San’s rogue principles: the best victory is achieved without battle!
“Roar——”
Unexpectedly, before Qiao San could even pretend to give chase, the three fleeing demons suddenly trembled, let out a wild roar, and bizarrely turned back toward him.
The fake hero but real rogue was now in deep trouble. With no choice, he quickly recited the incantation from the Ghost Scripture, urgently summoning the “Ghost Cloud” to help, while his soft sword slid into his hand.
“Damn it! Let’s go all out!”
With danger upon him, Qiao San gritted his teeth and stood his ground. Though his rogue instinct told him to flee immediately, with three women watching, he had no choice but to straighten his spine and become a real hero for once.
“Clang——” The soft sword emitted a clear, resonant tone unlike any before. Gray light swirled along the blade. At this critical moment, a line of ancient scripture flashed into his mind, instantly filling Qiao San with joy and renewed courage.
As the decisive moment between life and death approached, Shi’er Niang suddenly threw herself in front of Qiao San.
“Master San, look out!”
Before her voice faded, Shi’er had already collided with the fiercest of the fox demons. Amidst a flurry of claws, both fell to the ground, blood splattering.
“Shi’er——” Qiao San roared in fury. His supernatural eyes clearly saw her body flying through the air, leaving a long trail of blood. A deep wound, down to the bone, had torn open the young girl’s chest.
A surge of regret flooded Qiao San’s heart. He cursed his hesitation, his doubts. If only he had acted sooner, Shi’er would never have suffered such a deadly blow.
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