Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  As the words floated away, under Hong Yue's lead, countless outer camp lieutenants drew out their waist knives in unison.

  The silver blade shines brightly and is connected in one piece.

  Without a word, a cold and ruthless killing intent suddenly enveloped the entire Golden Gate!

  Many disciples retreated one after another, looking at the young man sitting casually on the stone steps with a look of horror. With just one sentence, was he going to make the Golden Strength Sect, which had been secretly rising to become a second-rate power in Qingzhou, disappear?

  The towering pagoda finally lit up with firelight.

  The tightly closed gate was quickly pushed open, and a white-bearded old man in a cassock walked out briskly. In his hands were two young men with shaved heads, bound tightly with hemp ropes, their bodies covered in wounds, their faces pale and hopeless.

  It is indeed the true mind of the Diamond Gate and Shang.

  As he opened the gate of the treasure tower, a ten-year-old boy gritted his teeth, with eyes red and swollen from crying, full of resentment, rushed down desperately.

  Zhang Tutou quickly stepped out of the crowd and caught him in his arms.

  The young man pressed his face tightly against the greasy and obese belly, and finally, the determined look faded away, with a sobbing tone: "Dad! They... Mom..."

  "I've said it all... Don't call me Dad..."

  Zhang Tu Hu gently patted his back, not daring to hope for more. Being able to save this child was already his greatest wish.

  This scene fell into everyone's eyes.

  Whether it was the various captains and deputy generals or Hong Yue and Li Jia's siblings, who were more familiar with Shen Yi, they all stood frozen in place.

  Tonight's grand gathering includes relatives and attendants who just put down their words.

  Is it all just to scare away Jingangmen and ensure this young man's safety?

  As they thought of this, their eyes looking at Zhang Tushan couldn't help but reveal a few hints of envy.

  A person who can be manipulated at will by a Jinyang Gate disciple shouldn't have any real power or background, yet they're able to stir up the entire Qingzhou City, causing everyone to feel threatened and on edge.

  It all boils down to the fact that Lord Shen took it seriously, so others had no choice but to take it seriously as well.

  "You must be... Lord Shen under General Chen's command, I'm so sorry for not recognizing you earlier!"

  Benxin and Shang quickly walked down the long stairs, shaking off the two people behind them.

  Yuán Gāng used his last bit of strength to open his eyes and look over, his throat coughing up blood squeezed out a faint cry like the buzzing of a mosquito: "Shī Fù."

  But the old monk didn't even glance at him, and humbly bowed to the young man: "These two... three wicked beasts, all handed over to Lord Shen for disposal, whether to beat or kill, the Golden Gate will not have a single dissenting word, I wonder if Lord Shen is satisfied?"

  Upon hearing this, Yuan Gang's eyes closed in despair.

  The master is a very old expert of the Golden Gate sect, who has cultivated the Tempering Body Technique to its peak, with a physical body comparable to that of a full-fledged martial artist. However, he is now trembling with fear under the tyranny of the Demon-Suppressing Department.

  "It's okay, I'm quite satisfied."

  Shen Yi slightly nodded her head, slowly stood up from the ground, and looked down at the old monk.

  Upon hearing this, Hong Lue lightly waved his hand, and many school officers simultaneously sheathed their swords.

  Haven't even had time to let out a sigh of relief.

  Shen Yi patted her skirt and said softly, "We've finished discussing private matters, now let's talk about official business."

  "Is there... is there still official business? I wonder what official duties Governor Shen has?"

  Benxin and Shang's smile on his face was stiff, asking out what was in the hearts of the people below.

  "Of course it's about your Golden Gate colluding with the demon."

  As soon as the words fell, the faces of the people in the Demon-Suppressing Department changed slightly.

  The only calm one was Ben Xin and Shang, he secretly let out a sigh of relief, squeezed out a smile: "Lord Shen, please search freely, if there is any trace related to the demon, we will all commit suicide here, no need to trouble you to take action."

  He raised his head, wanting to show his composure.

  Even experienced and seasoned generals couldn't help but have some doubts upon seeing this situation.

  "You must have misunderstood me, I was talking about hooking up with a demon——"

  Shen Yi's pale face showed a smile, and he gently patted the old monk's cheek with his hand. His lips uttered words without warmth: "Demon."

  Demon-slaying Department! Slay demons and monsters!

  The definition of magic is vague to the extreme, and can be roughly summarized as...

  I call you a demon, then you are a demon.

  Upon hearing this, Benxin and Shang retreated several steps in a row, staring at him with fear: "Shen Daren, are you not going to talk reason now?"

  Hong Lei took a slight step forward, and at this moment, among those familiar with Shen Yi, only he had the highest status.

  Taking advantage of the absence of General Town Demon and General Soldier from Qingzhou City, Ah Qiang's old wife, who temporarily took over as General Soldier, also strangely did not show up. Playing around is no big deal, but if there is real evidence, destroying the Golden Gate would be fine too. However, this group of people has an extremely arrogant attitude and still wants to take drastic action. If they go back, they will inevitably face General Soldier's wrath.

  "Don't forget, Governor Zhou will come here next month to offer incense to the Buddha, if he finds out..."

  Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she slowly clenched her five fingers.

  "You said it, these few will be handed over to me for disposal?"

  Shen Yi withdrew her gaze and suddenly kicked one of them down the long stairs, saying coldly: "Investigate for me, are they cultivating the Bodhi Vajra Diamond Body?"

  Several skilled captains were about to come forward, but found that Lord Shen was looking at the big fat man holding a child.

  “……”

  Zhang Tu Hu suddenly released the young man, stunned for a moment, and his pupils suddenly contracted!

  "Lord Shen, you must be joking. That person is merely a discarded disciple of the Golden Strength Sect and hasn't even come into contact with the true Bodhi Golden Body, how could he possibly investigate it?"

  Benxin and Shang seemed to react to something, turned around and walked down the steps.

  Shen Yi reached out and grabbed his arm, saying lightly: "Where do you want to go?"

  His mind and Shang Xin's mind were both in a state of panic, but with a sudden burst of strength, he was able to pull himself together, for he was an expert in tempering his body, and under normal circumstances, there were only a handful of people in the entire Qingzhou who could match him.

  However, under such a powerful struggle, the palm of his hand on his arm remained still, and his long white fingers easily grasped themselves.

  He looked puzzled and immediately saw a familiar white mang on that hand...

  Is it Bodhi Vajra Treasure Body or not? Do you still need others to verify?!

  "Ah!!"

  Benxin and Shang, if they still can't react at this moment, it would be a waste of living for nearly two hundred years. With a loud roar, he counterattacked the young man with a backhand blow!

  Has the power of tearing apart demons with his bare hands!

  This vast and powerful force came, Shen Yi's face didn't change color, five fingers rolled up along the opponent's arm, reversed hands clasped his shoulder, two forces collided hard, among which the one that belonged to Ben Xin was like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to stir up even half a ripple.

  He casually threw the monk to the ground.

  A deafening loud noise shook all around, hundreds of stone steps cracked open!

  Benxin and Shang still wanted to struggle, but a straight black knife had already pressed against his throat, feeling the quiet sharpness, his smooth forehead was instantly covered with sweat.

  Shen Yi held her sword at an angle, her sleeves lightly brushing against it. She lowered her gaze, and in the depths of her dark eyes, only indifference remained.

  Under such a terrifying atmosphere, Zhang Tuhou's hands were trembling as he searched the disciple's body, and the more he examined, the more horrified he became, until his face was filled with horror.

  This familiar feeling is exactly the same as it was back then.

  He stared blankly upwards, then nodded his head stupidly.

  "Yes."