My uncles and them could break into this place with me.
To me, that was already an immense favor.
Now, the malevolent forces were too strong.
With the combined strength of five of us, we might not even be able to escape.
At this point, I didn't want to burden them any further.
At least, not to cause them more trouble.
Using the Jian Fu was my last resort, and the last bit of dignity I had left for myself.
If I had to die, I would die standing.
Living up to my title of "Daoist priest."
But the moment I spoke, Old Mo harshly retorted,
"Qin Ze, what the hell are you saying?
It's just a few more demons, and you're going to use the Jian Fu?
We are the Twin Exorcists, how can we fall in this place?"
Old Mo is truly a good brother. Even at this moment,
He would rather live or die with me than abandon me.
My uncle also glared at me at this time,
"Little Qin, if the Jian Fu is to be used, it will be by me, your uncle.
You and Mo have innate talents and foundations that are one in a million.
You are destined for a great future.
You are also the only legacy left by your senior brother.
You cannot die. Your uncle will protect you and carve a bloody path out of here."
Uncle spoke very seriously, his aura surging once more, his veins bulging on his face.
He looked quite terrifying.
But seeing him now, I found him incredibly respectable.
However, I truly didn't want to harm my uncle and the others because of myself.
Just as I was about to speak again,
Uncle patted me firmly on the shoulder,
"Don't say anything else. If you acknowledge me as your uncle, then listen to me.
Your uncle has seen far greater battles than this.
It's just a mere thousand or so demons.
With your uncle here, don't be afraid!"
Uncle, oh uncle, your words moved me so deeply.
Normally, he was just an old drunkard.
Either he was drinking, or he was on his way to drink.
He was drunk all day, reeking of alcohol.
But now, Uncle gave off a feeling of such reliability.
"Un... Uncle!"
My eyes welled up, my voice choked with emotion.
Uncle smiled and nodded at me.
Then I saw Uncle take a step forward.
He shouted loudly at the demons opposite them,
"Hey! You over there, clear out if you know what's good for you, or don't blame this humble Daoist for being impolite!"
Uncle's words were undeniably domineering.
Facing thousands of demons, he dared to issue a challenge.
The woman sitting on the rattan chair opposite them remained still, not even lifting an eyelid.
She continued to fiddle with the small, bejeweled curved blade in her hand.
Daoist Crow and Miao Nanzi also stood quietly.
However, behind them, a middle-aged man from the Black Demon Cult let out a cold snort.
With a leap, he landed in front.
His long sword pointed directly at my uncle,
"How dare you be presumptuous in front of our sect's Great Protector!"
After speaking, the middle-aged man charged forward with his long sword.
His speed was incredibly fast, turning into an afterimage.
Wisps of black energy emanated from his body, like a phantom.
Uncle didn't move, standing perfectly still.
In a blink of an eye, the demonic cultivator had approached Uncle.
He swung his sword through the air,
"Die!"
With a "swish," he thrust it towards Uncle's neck.
Unexpectedly, Uncle glared, raised his hand, and parried with an upward slash.
With a "buzzing" sound,
Then came a piercing scream from the demonic cultivator.
His long sword shattered, and a long bloody gash was opened across his chest.
He was sent flying five or six meters away, lying on the ground, coughing up blood repeatedly, before his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last…
"Master is mighty!"
Old Mo shouted, feeling greatly invigorated.
At this moment, the seductive woman playing with the small jeweled knife finally raised her eyelids.
She glanced at Uncle.
A cold smile curved her lips, and she flicked the small knife in her hand.
Behind her, over thirty floating specters all opened their eyes.
Their pupils were pale, and ominous energy emanated from their bodies.
In the next second, these specters let out a roar of "Ah!"
"Swish, swish, swish…"
One after another, they lunged towards Uncle in the midst of the battlefield.
Seeing them directly deploy over thirty specters, we couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
Grasping our weapons, we all charged forward.
And those specters were fast, lunging at us in an instant.
With their claws and bloody mouths, they tore and bit at us.
Uncle stood at the forefront, his broadsword hacking and slashing with a "clang, clang, clang."
One sword, one kill, incredibly fierce.
The rest of us, surrounded by the specters, also used our skills.
A Thunder Palm, Golden Light Sword Technique, Steel Needle Barrage, Qian Kun True Art.
In the battlefield, only our combat and the specters' screams could be heard.
Within five short minutes, all thirty-odd specters were annihilated.
A majority of them were eliminated by Uncle alone.
After finishing off these specters, Uncle narrowed his eyes.
He suddenly spoke to us in a low voice,
"Did you notice? The specter group to our front left is significantly smaller.
In a moment, watch my signal and follow my steps closely.
When the opportunity arises, we'll charge towards the specter group on the front left.
Perhaps, we can break through the encirclement…"
Uncle wasn't just showing off his personal combat prowess; he was also secretly observing the flaws in the enemy's formation.
Everyone heard this and nodded.
But at this moment, the seductive woman playing with the small knife opposite them finally put down her jeweled blade and stood up.
This woman was tall, around 1.9 meters.
She smiled faintly at us and said casually,
"Old man, at your age.
Still so capable in a fight, very impressive.
I wonder, are you interested in joining our Black Demon Cult?"