Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

  Apart from Ning Lang, who was originally a disciple of the Nebula Immortal

  Sect, the other three were summoned back to their sects but raced here after

  discovering that the Demon Lord had targeted this sect. However, as soon as

  they arrived, they noticed Feng Jiu’s bones had been broken by the Demon

  Lord.

  Who was Feng Jiu? ‘They hadn’t seen anyone break her bones in as long as

  they’d known her, but the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan had reached out and

  snapped her bones off right away! How despicable!

  “Hiss!”


  “Aaah……”


  Feng Jiu saw the cultivators under her command rushing up to attack the

  Demon Lord. They were unable to approach him and were killed instead. Feng

  Jiu couldn’t help but yell, “Withdraw from here!”


  No one listened to her, however, because they knew that if they withdrew, the

  Demon Lord would lash out again at their master, so they might as well protect

  her now, even if the eventual result was death.

  Feng Jiu’s hand drooped powerlessly. The azure cloth on her shoulders was

  dripping with blood, which seemed to seep from her fractured bones. She could

  only stare blankly as she was held and protected by several people around her.

  However, when she witnessed cultivators being slain one by one for defending

  her, her eyes gradually became bloodshot. She kept staring at the scene in

  front of her, as the Demon Lord killed the cultivators with a wave of his hand.

  Cultivators who were unable to approach him were slaughtered.

  “Let me go.

  Her voice was calm and faint, like water with no ripPples or waves.

  Others, including Sage Hun Yuan, were taken aback. She let go of their grip and

  dashed in mid-air while they were still reeling from the shock.

  “Feng Jiu……”


  Song Ming intended to stop her, but he was taken aback by her expression. He

  stopped reaching for her hand and just stood there watching her walk away.

  Even when Ning Lang and others tried to stop her, he blocked them with his

  hand.

  “What are you doing? Block Feng Jiu instead of us. She will die if you keep

  stopping us!” Ning Lang said anxiously and was about to take a step forward.

  However, Song Ming extended his hand again.

  “Don’t you know what kind of person Feng Jiu is? How could she stand by and

  let her subordinates be bullied and killed? She would keep trying even if she

  knew that it was impossible.”


  When the three of them heard this, they all turned to look at Feng Jiu. Their

  lips moved, but they eventually said nothing and just stared at her.

  They’d been by her side for a year. They were familiar with her character and

  knew that if she made a decision, she would stick to it even if they tried to stop

  her.

  “Step back!”


  Feng Jiu’s chilly voice reverberated around with the pressure of an ancient

  sacred beast. The cultivators could only glance at her as soon as her words

  were spoken.

  Even though they were covered in blood from their wounds, their battle intent

  remained unwavering. On the contrary, their blood and anger were ignited,

  giving people the sense of a savage and ferocious breath.

  When no one dared to speak up, these bloodthirsty and ferocious cultivators

  stepped forward. The Nebula Immortal Sect’s Peak Masters and above felt their

  faces scorched with shame as they witnessed this scene.

  Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu came to their aid, but when she was defeated, no one

  from their sect dared to intervene.