"Huh?"

  Hong Lei was stunned and found that this group of people on the mountain were no different from ordinary people.

  So after all these days of surrounding the mountain, the demon catcher had already turned over the old bottom of this sword knight?

  Even Zhang Hengzhou acknowledged his own demon identity.

  Then... why haven't you made your move yet?

  This time, it wasn't just Shen Yi who was perplexed, even he himself felt bewildered and could only look at the old general in front of him with suspicion.

  Chen Qiankun's eyebrows didn't even twitch, calmly facing Zhang Hengzhou's venomous resentment. He spoke in a measured tone: "Actually, I also had doubts before. Is it really possible for demons to sincerely assimilate into the mortal world? But then I thought about it, you've lived for over a hundred years, and the women by your side have changed without cease, not less than three or five hundred."

  "That's them admiring my heroic name, they came voluntarily." Zhang Hengzhou panted heavily, his entire body showing signs of severe internal injuries.

  "This is not what I meant."

  Chen Qiankun waved his hand and sighed, "I just suddenly thought of it. Every time they became pregnant with your child, they were kidnapped by demons and most of them disappeared without a trace. The few who were rescued back all died quietly after giving birth to your demonic offspring. As a mortal, carrying a demon in their womb, wouldn't they feel desolate when seeing the creature they gave birth to?"

  "When they are about to give birth, demons come to snatch them away. When they are hungry, demons attack and kill villagers. This happens every time, with eerie precision, spanning hundreds or thousands of miles."

  "What evil deeds have these demons of Qingzhou committed to encounter a family of heroes like yours?"

  "I am a commoner from Linjiang County, and in a year I can only afford to raise a few children, let alone support a heroic master like you."

  In a slightly cold tone, the figure clad in dark armor slowly stood up.

  The old man grasped the iron halberd and looked at him indifferently: "I, Chen Qiankun, a humble criminal, have no virtue or ability, how dare I give you an opportunity."

  Under that icy gaze.

  Zhang Heng's five officials were tightly closed, and he retreated several steps backwards with a heavy expression.

  Until a pair of slightly weathered hands grasped his shoulders.

  He turned back and said with a heavy breath: "Master."

  Wearing a flowing blue robe, the sect leader with disheveled hair seemed to have not slept for a long time. His face was weathered, but he warmly patted his shoulder: "I know you're humiliated, he didn't give you an opportunity, I'll give it to you."

  As soon as this was said.

  The sword cultivators kneeling quietly on both sides of the grand hall suddenly had a hint of despair in their despondent expressions.

  Many of the town's demon-suppressing officers' eyes flashed with anger, and a hot-tempered deputy general stepped forward, shouting: "You've been given so much time, yet you're still so muddled - he's a demon, what chance do you want to give him?!"

  Qingfeng didn't respond and stood in front of his disciple, then looked at Chen Qiunkong.

  "Older brother Chen."

  He suddenly smiled, his expression nostalgic, with a hint of sadness, and gestured with his hand: "When I first picked him up, he was just a little bigger than this."

  He was already older than your grandfather when he became this big!

  Qingfeng sect leader still seemed to be oblivious, continuing to stare at Chen Qiankun, his mouth muttering urgently: "Brother Chen, you know I was born with a deficiency, Qingfeng sect is the Zhang family's Qingfeng sect, it can't end here with me... I picked him up from the river back then, named him Hengzhou, taught him swordsmanship, urged him to eat, secretly protected him as he went to slay demons..."

  He seems to have a lot more to say.

  "But he is a Jiaolong." Chen Qiankun said calmly.

  "But I've already raised him to be this way! I've even prepared the Sword Pond for his training! I've reserved the position of Sect Master for him!"

  "It was she who ran ahead and gave birth to a son, turning him into a dragon!"

  Qingfeng's face suddenly turned ferocious, his voice hoarse!

  Chen Qiankun's expression was calm and unruffled, but he suddenly turned around, his hair disheveled, and in an instant transformed from the grandmaster of a large sect to a raging madman.

  "Qingfeng disciples, form an array! Form an array!!"

  On the grand stage, whether it's the elder or the disciples, everyone averted their gaze.

  “……”

  Seeing this, Qingfeng's sect leader seemed to have expected it, and with a crazy smile, he took out a sword pellet the size of an infant's fist from his bosom.

  He withdrew his palm.

  The sword suddenly emitted a soft glow and hovered in mid-air.

  "I said it before, this is Qingfeng Gate of Zhang's lineage."

  A drop of essence falls into the sword pool, and what I worship is not the Green Peak Gate, but the Zhang family's lineage!

  Under everyone's gaze, he suddenly knelt down and heavily kowtowed to the ground, saying loudly: "I beg for the Ancestral Sword! Punish me!"

  As the white stone brick was smashed by a loud crash on his forehead——

  The round object called Zuo Jian suddenly emitted a humming noise.

  Along with the tremors, the swords at the waists of each disciple also shook. Apart from the changes in their swords, an unusual flush rose to their cheeks.

  The sect leader bowed his head again.

  Someone immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

  “……”

  Shen Yi stood in the distance, and this scene before him was somewhat beyond his comprehension.

  "Hold them!"

  Hong Lei let out a loud roar, and the group of disciples who had been escorted here, originally as gentle as sheep, were now under some kind of eerie torture, their palms involuntarily reaching for the hilt of the sword at their waist.

  The various school captains rushed forward and took control of them ahead of time.

  On the grand stage, countless sword unsheathing sounds echoed endlessly. Only when grasping the hilt could one slightly alleviate the "Ancestor's" punishment.

  A sharp long sword slowly aimed at the people of Town Demon Suppression Agency.

  In front of the grand hall, the group of elders sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed unwillingly, their majestic breath gathering towards the front.

  "Grass, even if we're worried that some monsters might sneak in and escape, it's not right to send them up the mountain. What is Old Man Chen thinking?"

  It was Hong Yue, who couldn't help but raise doubts at this moment.

  Qingfeng Sect's leader has such methods, the other party can't possibly be unaware of it.

  Thousands of disciples' breath gathered, forming a million-sword array to slay demons, among which were Qingfeng Sect Master and two other Condensing Dan Realm elders.

  A wisp of intangible sword intent swiftly enveloped Chen Qiankun's surroundings, radiating a dangerous cold glow.

  "With this big array, leaving Chen brother for half a month's time, shouldn't be excessive."

  Qingfeng's palm fell to the ground, no longer furious. He slowly turned his head and said in a desolate tone: "You should have somewhere to hide, go."

  Zhang Heng's face revealed a crazy joy, and he looked at the young man with a black knife hanging from his waist in the distance for the last time. Without hesitation, he flipped over and rose into the air!

  “……”

  Shen Yi grasped the palm of a young junior, his face full of despair, uncontrollably wielding his sword to strike at the Town Demon Patrol Captain, and they understood the consequences better than anyone else.

  However, Shen Yi's attention was not on him.

  She raised her eyes and stared at the distant figure in the sky, and her heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

  It's likely correct, this demon can indeed sense its own existence.

  Now the other side is about to escape.

  At this moment, Chen Qiankun, who was surrounded by sword lights, slowly closed his eyes.

  Under the astonished gaze of the gatekeeper.

  The heavy iron halberd in his hand seemed to have been taken away by an invisible figure.

  The man stayed in place, but his weapon suddenly sprang up.

  Sweeping across the boundless expanse with an invisible force, it seemed to have the momentum of opening up the heavens and splitting the earth, fiercely slashing towards Zhang Hengzhou's back!

  "Arise—"

  In the midst of the sharp dragon's roar, the entire grand temple turned into a gloomy and dark appearance. On top of the Qingfeng Mountain Grand Temple, a nearly hundred-zhang-long evil python covered the sky and obscured the sun. Its dark and round body struggled with all its might, and the sharp single horn on its forehead was even more menacing than any divine weapon.

  But just for an instant.

  The giant halberd chopped down, and a vast amount of demonic blood splattered everywhere. The lower half of the dragon's body crashed down from the sky with a loud boom.

  That ferocious evil crocodile, only half of its body remained, its demonic blood mixed with internal organs falling like rain, it fled in panic and fear towards the distance, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

  As the Dajie returned to his hand, Chen Qiankun reopened his eyes, still with that calm expression, indifferently looking at the Palm Gate on the ground: "Half a month is too long, give you an incense stick, use it to make a dying statement."

  "You... you broke through?"

  "Half, I suppose."

  Chen Qiankun quietly looked up at the sword pellet in the air: "Senior, you've kept me waiting for a long time."

  It's been so long, I'm numb from sitting for too long.

  "No!"

  Seeing this, Qingfeng's sect leader let out a miserable cry and reached out to grab the sword pellet. Unexpectedly, Zu Xian had taken action before him, and with a trembling hum, it flew into his arms.

  In an instant, the long swords in the hands of thousands of Qingfengmen disciples returned to normal, and the sword light that filled the sky also disappeared in a breath.

  "I've told you all already, what's the hurry? Can General Chen still harm you?"

  Hong Leisheng loosened his grip on his disciple and pushed him away with a scowl.

  "Hmph! The Mountain Guardian is to prevent the demon from escaping, and the Dragon's Lair is to force out the Ancestral Sword. The old master had already guessed that Qingfeng would seek revenge. Rather than waiting for him to secretly cause trouble, it's better to cut him off once and for all. That demon won't be able to escape either..."

  Hong Lei excitedly turned around, wanting to show off to Shen Yi that he had also done things under the old man's command.

  The words had barely left his lips when he suddenly froze.

  Where is he?