Suddenly.
The vacant eyes turned cold.
"Let me go, or I'll kill you!"
Duan Xifeng held a short spear, ground from a long spear, against Bai Shengjun's neck.
Bai Shengjun looked up at the person before him and smiled.
"I truly underestimated you, ha!"
He showed no concern for the sharp short spear that was about to slice his neck.
Bai Shengjun even calmly picked up his wine goblet.
At this moment, the Evil Emperor also did not take Duan Xifeng seriously.
His long black fingernails picked at something resembling an eyeball and licked it.
He raised his sinister eyes, glanced at Duan Xifeng, and his voice was like frost: "A mere mortal dares to be so presumptuous. Blame me, for being too lenient with you overconfident individuals!"
His sleeve flicked.
A gust of evil wind suddenly struck Duan Xifeng.
It was a power he could not resist.
The hand holding the short spear suddenly lost its strength.
Duan Xifeng retreated several meters.
The Evil Emperor raised his hand.
Two men with tails rushed in and grabbed Duan Xifeng.
"Bang!"
At this moment, the entrance to the Snake Spirit Cave suddenly emitted a dazzling red light.
As the red light flashed, Ouyang Qinglin leaped out from the cave.
His crimson robes danced, he trod on the wind, and dark mist swirled around him.
At the edge of the cave, a group of snake spirits crawled up.
"How can he...?"
The Evil Emperor narrowed his cold eyes and stood up.
Bai Shengjun also stood up, his eyes filled with shock.
The wind raged.
"Eat them all!"
The moment Ouyang Qinglin parted his thin lips and issued the command, several snake spirits.
With lightning speed, they launched an attack towards the Evil Emperor.
Each snake spirit flicked its venomous tongue.
"Ah!"
The two men holding Duan Xifeng were instantly entangled by several snake spirits.
In the blink of an eye, only a pile of white bones remained of them.
Duan Xifeng's pupils widened. As he instinctively dodged the few snake spirits still gnawing on the white bones of the two men,
He retreated, and a slender arm wrapped around his waist.
It carried him, flying towards the hall's exit.
He turned his head and met Ouyang Qinglin's red eyes.
"Ouyang Qinglin... you... you are...?"
The familiar face, but those dark eyes had changed color.
"Want to leave? Ha! Dream on!"
With a few palms, the ground beneath them was covered with dead snake spirits.
The Evil Emperor leaped up, blocking the path of Ouyang Qinglin and Duan Xifeng.
Bai Shengjun had also eliminated a group of snake spirits. He watched as the Evil Emperor blocked the two who were about to escape.
At this moment, he did not rush forward, tidying his blood-stained white robe.
At this time, the maids and subordinates who had remained in the hall, under the siege of the snake spirits, some had their brains eaten, some had their bones gnawed, and some had their internal organs completely consumed by the snake spirits.
When the Evil Emperor blocked their path, Ouyang Qinglin released Duan Xifeng, telling him to hide to the side.
"You've turned misfortune into a blessing. You didn't become a Shadow Demon, but a Snake Demon. Ha! It seems you have some capabilities. Why don't you stay and follow me? I will definitely treat you well. What do you say?"
The Evil Emperor's sinister gaze fell on the long tail behind Ouyang Qinglin.
Duan Xifeng suddenly looked behind Ouyang Qinglin.
He then noticed that Ouyang Qinglin had no feet, but a snake's tail.
He was extremely shocked.
"This...?"
Ouyang Qinglin did not speak, his gaze as cold as ice.
He didn't waste any more words with the Evil Emperor, raising his palm and striking directly at the Evil Emperor.
The two began to fight within the hall.
Red light, black energy, demonic power, and dark mist intertwined between them.
The two powerful forces clashed.
In the hall, many parts of the stone walls collapsed, and dust rose.
Ouyang Qinglin, who possessed demonic power within him and had become a Snake Demon.
He and the Evil Emperor were evenly matched.
One black and one red, they fought fiercely in mid-air.
Over here.
Duan Xifeng hid in a corner, attempting to escape, but was blocked by Bai Shengjun, who walked over.
"Do you think you can leave this place alive today?"
As he spoke.
Bai Shengjun flicked his sleeve, and a sword sharp enough to cut iron flew out from his sleeve, stabbing towards Duan Xifeng.
As Duan Xifeng dodged, the tip of the sword grazed his cheek.
He leaned back and rolled to the ground, supporting himself with one hand, and looked up at Bai Shengjun.
"Old Bai, you are her most respected master. Why are you harming her like this! What does she mean to you!"
Who this "she" referred to.
Both Duan Xifeng and Bai Shengjun knew very well.
"Xiao Yingzi is my most beloved disciple. As long as she does as I wish, I will continue to dote on her. But she was so disobedient, not only falling in love with the Immortal Realm's Lotus Emperor but also becoming friends with mortals like you."
"Why is she so disobedient? She is the Demon Empress! People of the demon realm need no friends, and they cannot fall in love."
"In the future, when the Six Realms are unified, all will be of the demon race, and the land will be filled with evil spirits. She will be the most powerful empress of the demon realm. Such glory, given to her, is her good fortune."
"It is her destiny, and no one can change it."
"Destiny? Ha!" Duan Xifeng said sternly, "Old Bai, you never told me that she is Duan Xingyue, my sister, Duan Xifeng! Old Bai, you lied to me!"
Seeing the anger in Duan Xifeng's eyes, Bai Shengjun disdained it.
"So what? What difference would it make if I told you?"
"Duan Xifeng, no matter what her identity, she can only be the Demon Empress. I am her sharpest sword, and you small fries are merely props to help her become a demon."
"If she is unwilling to abandon love and become a heartless person, so be it. The Evil Emperor and I can help her. Once she has killed all those who betrayed her and becomes a person without love or affection, this will be the Demon Empress I desire."
He flicked his sleeve again.
The sword that had stopped behind Duan Xifeng spun and approached Duan Xifeng again.
Duan Xifeng dodged sideways.
Before, when he sparred with Old Bai, Old Bai had lost to him several times. Now it seemed that Old Bai had been deliberately hiding his strength back then.
The tip of the sword approached his brow.
Duan Xifeng retreated repeatedly.
His back hit the uneven wall, and he had nowhere left to retreat.
Clenching his fists, he closed his eyes.
A gust of evil wind swept over.
"Clang!"
The long sword flying before his eyes suddenly lost its power and made a sound as it landed.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
What met his gaze was an exquisite profile.
"Go!"
Ouyang Qinglin grabbed Duan Xifeng's wrist, pulled him, and flew towards the main entrance.
His long snake tail whipped wildly behind him, and dozens of strangely dressed men in black, carrying weapons, were all thrown to the ground.
Some died spitting blood, some lay sprawled on the ground, unable to get up.
"You won't escape!"
Bai Shengjun raised his palm, and power surged from his sleeve.
Ouyang Qinglin's red eyes focused, and his right hand, hidden within his wide sleeve, spun out.
The sword that had fallen to the ground was instantly in his hand.
Without looking back, he held the hilt and swung it behind him.
When Bai Shengjun caught up, his own sword was pointed at his brow.
He took half a step back and pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers.
The sword broke in two, and he threw the pieces to the ground. As he looked up.
Ouyang Qinglin and Duan Xifeng had already disappeared.
He had thought the Evil Emperor had dealt with Ouyang Qinglin, but he hadn't expected Ouyang Qinglin and Duan Xifeng to escape.
Bai Shengjun watched their receding figures and did not pursue them.
He turned and saw the Evil Emperor leaning against a chair, clutching his chest.
"Evil Emperor!"
Bai Shengjun hurried over.
He supported the Evil Emperor and, after checking his wounds, gave him a demonic pill.
"Blood! I want blood! Quick, bring blood!"
The injured Evil Emperor's face was full of wrinkles, a stark contrast to his previous exquisite appearance.
Only after several maids entered and were drained of blood by the Evil Emperor, becoming mere husks, did the Evil Emperor regain some strength.
"I truly underestimated him!"
After drinking the last bowl of blood, the Evil Emperor casually smashed the empty bowl to the ground.
His sinister eyes were filled with rage!
He was extremely unwilling!
He had been so close to capturing Ouyang Qinglin and making this Snake Demon his "plaything"!
"This person also has some skill. I failed to tame him into a Shadow Demon, but he unexpectedly became a Snake Demon, which is interesting. However... with his current appearance, he probably has no face to see the person he likes anymore. Thus..."
Prompted by Bai Shengjun.
The Evil Emperor seemed to recall something.
He raised his hand: "Someone, bring Ying Ling Kong Jing up!"
A moment later.
Ying Ling Kong Jing, wearing a mask and a crimson robe, walked in.
He knelt on the ground.
"Take off the mask."
The Evil Emperor commanded.
Ying Ling Kong Jing obeyed.
He removed the mask, revealing his face.
Looking at Ying Ling Kong Jing, whose face was identical to Ouyang Qinglin's.
The Evil Emperor smiled: "Kong Jing, you should go down the mountain..."
Outside the Demon Mountain, in a forest.
Ouyang Qinglin pulled Duan Xifeng, leading him through the trees.
Evil spirits pursued them from behind.
After leaving the Demon Mountain, Ouyang Qinglin had regained his human form.
He concealed the snake tail behind him.
While fleeing, Duan Xifeng noticed that Ouyang Qinglin's pace had slowed considerably.
He looked up, but before he could speak.
Ouyang Qinglin suddenly stopped and fell backward violently.
"National Preceptor!"
The hand that had been holding Duan Xifeng's wrist suddenly loosened.
Duan Xifeng cried out and rushed forward. Ouyang Qinglin leaned back against him, sliding down softly.
Duan Xifeng instinctively caught him, his hand landing on Ouyang Qinglin's abdomen.
It was blood!
With one movement, his hand was covered in blood.
"National Preceptor!"
Duan Xifeng was terrified.
He knelt on the ground, Ouyang Qinglin leaning against him.
He lowered his head and saw the wound on Ouyang Qinglin's abdomen.
"National Preceptor, you're injured?"
A wound on his abdomen was bleeding, and the bleeding would not stop.
At this moment, Duan Xifeng finally noticed that Ouyang Qinglin's face was as pale as paper.
He covered Ouyang Qinglin's abdominal wound with his hand, then thought of tearing off a corner of his robe to bandage the wound.
Duan Xifeng was now in a panic.
"It's nothing, I won't die!"
Looking at Duan Xifeng's flustered actions.
Ouyang Qinglin's lips curved into a faint smile... He reached out...