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Chapter 120 Self-defeating
Chen An glanced at Cui Min and said, "Is the hatred of killing your son just going to be forgotten like this?"
Cui Minqiang suppressed his anger, his tone not pleasant: "Fine, fine."
"Then let's sign it, how about it?" Chen An looked at him calmly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
When the servant contract was handed to Cui Min again, he hesitated for a moment. He had been absolutely certain of success in this expedition, but things had turned out this way.
If it weren't for the sudden invasion of demonic cultivators, the entire Cui family present would likely have perished.
Qu Ze tried to persuade him once before he went to war, but he didn't listen. He tried to persuade him again before the war started, but he didn't listen either.
That's incredibly stupid, utterly stupid.
Someone who can make such a name for themselves in just a few years is no ordinary person.
His biggest mistake on this trip was looking down on Chen An.
Cui Min's lips moved, but he didn't utter a single word.
The words "I'm willing" stuck in his throat, causing him great discomfort.
The clansmen before them were suffering greatly. Without the protection of a Nascent Soul cultivator, this formation alone was enough to cause them all trouble.
Those ambitious words spoken before the expedition were like sharp blades, constantly scraping away at the flesh on his face.
By now, his pride is probably not that important anymore.
"I……"
Chen An placed his middle finger on top of his index finger and flicked it lightly, sealing Cui Min's mouth. "No need."
Then, by controlling the karmic fire that was binding his body, Cui Min was able to move freely in an instant.
The moment he raised his right hand, he began to regret it and had the idea of killing Chen An to eliminate future troubles.
"I can release you in an instant, but do you really think I can't let you be destroyed in an instant?"
Chen An's smile was beautiful, but no matter how Cui Min looked at it, that smile was full of threat.
"I will keep my promise and join forces with you to deal with the demonic cultivators first."
Chen An stretched and tilted his head to look at Lu Yin, who was still fighting against Elder Mingsan and Meng Huan without being at a disadvantage, and said, "Please."
Cui Min stretched his body slightly, glanced at his clansmen one last time, and said, "Deal with the demonic cultivators first." Then, he charged forward without hesitation.
Cui Ziliu, who had been feigning death, never expected that Cui Min, whom he considered reckless and stupid, would have such awareness. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the battlefield where blood flowed like a river.
No one knows what he found out, but when he caught Chen An looking at him, he vanished without a trace.
Unaware of all this, Qu Ze had already arrived at the Xu Hua Sect at this time.
Her cultivation level was the highest in the entire Cui family. Even the family head, Cui Min, was no match for her. Dealing with a sect whose leader had already left was naturally a piece of cake for her.
The spies planted within the sect, under Qu Ze's arrangement, were stationed guarding the area around the teleportation array.
She led her small force and stormed in through the main gate.
In less than a quarter of an hour, most of the Xu Hua Sect had been captured.
The fierce battle twisted limbs, and the fallen disciples lay in various positions on the sect's steps.
Among them were children under ten years old.
Even if they won the battle against the demonic cultivators, the Xu Hua Sect would still suffer a significant blow.
This time, without Meng Huan, the Xu Hua Sect had no chance of recovery.
The wails, like ghosts in a winter night, came from her throat and echoed throughout the sect. When they reached Qu Ze's ears, she merely curled her lips slightly.
In her eyes, this was the pleading of the weak.
The cries within the Xu Hua Sect were not pleas; they were crying, but they never considered surrendering.
"Since its founding, the Xuhua Sect has been declining. This is the end you should have expected. I will give you ten breaths to leave here."
Qu Ze's voice echoed throughout every corner of the Xu Hua Sect. Even many of the beasts that roamed the back mountain were frightened by his imposing presence and left their territory.
She silently counted to herself: "Ten, nine, eight, ..., two, one."
Yet, of the vast Xu Hua Sect, only a hundred people left after she gave everyone a chance to be reborn.
Qu Ze stared at the thousands of people who had gathered around him, his eyes devoid of any emotion, leaving only a light, dismissive remark: "Pathetic, laughable, and lamentable."
Then, a sword aura appeared from behind her, circled her diagonally, and within a hundred meters, it transformed into tens of thousands of leaf-sized blades that swirled around her.
With a single move, hundreds of people perished.
She looked around and saw the grief and indignation in the eyes of the Xu Hua Sect disciples growing stronger, but her emotions remained unchanged.
Qu Ze was truly enraged, unleashing a barrage of spells, each one leaving only a blood-red stain in its wake.
A thousand people, a thousand lives—that's just a few of her moves.
After everyone had died, she simply used magic to wipe the blood off her sleeves, glanced at the blazing sun overhead, and continued walking towards the main hall.
"kill."
A childish voice came from behind, and Qu Ze walked into the main hall.
When the gate, which was tens of meters high, closed, a three-year-old child who had run from a hundred meters away knelt down.
He shouted the word "kill" ten times. The first nine times, it was drowned out by the roars of his fellow disciples. But this last time, it was finally heard. It was actually heard.
The wooden sword fell three breaths after his death, rolling from his raised, less than two-inch-long hand all the way to the side of that small head.
The hum of the solid wood door closing stopped just as blood gushed from the body and then dripped down.
When she saw Qu Ze again, she had already arrived at Yihe Sect via the teleportation array.
Her clean, smooth skin and neat attire made it impossible to tell what she had just been through.
But the strong smell of blood was overwhelming.
Tank, who was guarding inside Chen'an's house, took two steps back, intending to escape, but then stopped.
Having stayed by Chen An's side for so long, it's time for it to do something for its master.
With a loud cry to the sky, it charged forward, head down.
Qu Ze glanced at it, used magic to stop its steps, and bound it in mid-air.
The chaotic beast beside it narrowed its eyes; it was about to get a beating.
But it will never blindly confront stronger opponents like a tank.
A seventh-tier magical beast roared beside him and headbutted Qu Ze.
When Qu Ze casually waved the monster away, the Chaos Beast had already caught Fu Gui's scent and fled to the back mountain.
Meng Huan had been feeling uneasy for a long time, but now that feeling had completely disappeared, and his consciousness uncontrollably locked onto Chen An's room.
The atmosphere inside the room was incredibly familiar—it was Qu Ze, the woman who should have been standing on the spaceship.
Is it possible...
"what."
Lu Yin showed no mercy and, taking advantage of Meng Huan's momentary distraction, stabbed him in the right arm.
However, Cui Min and Elder Ming San were not to be underestimated either, striking Lu Yin in the back and front of the neck respectively.
When the feeling of suffocation came, Lu Yin's body trembled slightly.
Meng Huan didn't care about anything else. After swallowing the pill Chen An gave him, he headed straight for Qu Ze.
Cui Min glanced in the direction Meng Huan had gone, and his expression changed drastically. He knew better than anyone what kind of person his wife was.
If Qu Ze really takes the opportunity to destroy the Xu Hua Sect, hoping to disrupt Meng Huan's Dao heart.
It's really over.
As expected, once he regained his senses, Lu Yin attacked Cui Min without hesitation.