Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1040: Daring to ambush my master, you must be tired of living!

Chapter 1040: Chapter 1040: Daring to ambush my master, you must be tired of living!

Qin Ruan sensed the killing intent emanating from the black serpent beside the old man, its dark, solemn, vertical pupils fixed on her.

It was the old man’s Spirit Demon and, naturally, reflected the subconscious intentions of its master.

The old man wanted to kill Qin Ruan.

However, what Qin Ruan found fortunate was that the old man spoke her native tongue, so communication was not an impediment.

She lightly lifted her hands, and the pale blue Hellfire floated above her palms.

Qin Ruan sized up the old man and all the standing disciples of the Yin Yang Sect; her exquisitely beautiful face was tinged with a trace of coldness as she said in a chilling voice, "I am here to be your Conductor to the Infinite Hell."

She released the pale blue fireball from her right palm, hurling it towards the black serpent beside the vocal old man.

"SsssSSsssSSS!!!"

The black serpent, enveloped by the Hellfire, let out a mournful, whistling scream, its voice eerily disturbing.

After the initial hissing, the black serpent turned to ashes in a short span of time.

Qin Ruan’s move directly intimidated everyone present.

Not only were the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect scared out of their wits, but members of Jin Huo were also dumbfounded.

Seeing his carefully nurtured Spirit Demon reduced to ashes, the old man’s eyes were nearly bursting with fury as he pointed at Qin Ruan’s face and cursed, "You wretch, you dare to kill my demonic beast, I’ll kill you to accompany it in death!"

With that, he hurtled towards Qin Ruan.

Behind him, a disciple of the Yin Yang Sect shouted, "Elder Bayu! I will join you to lend a hand!"

"I’m in too!"

A few shadowy figures attacked Qin Ruan together.

At that moment, Qin Ruan had already started to fight with the old man known as Bayu.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Crack! Boom—"

As the two clashed, Qin Ruan’s ten percent Nether Power collided with Elder Bayu’s Demonic Qi, shattering the surrounding stone sculptures and splitting the trees from the shock.

Wu Fan, upon seeing disciples of the Yin Yang Sect seeking to sneak attack Qin Ruan, pulled his junior Yanxuan by the arm to help.

Jin Huo and others murmured among themselves, their faces showing shock as they watched Qin Ruan fight with Elder Bayu, seemingly taken aback by Qin Ruan’s strength.

Song Qing, listening to their discussion about which Sect Madam came from and the topic of her formidable strength droned on endlessly, showed a touch of pride and said discontentedly in Siamese, "Aren’t you supposed to be helping? What are you standing around for? Get in there!"

Her tone was sharp, her gaze ferocious, and her eyes and brows bore the arrogance of someone not remotely behaving like a Hidden Guard.

Jin Huo pressed his palms together in a show of humble respect, "We will make a move."

Song Qing crossed her arms and scoffed, "Then stop dawdling."

At Song Qing’s rebuke, Jin Huo’s face subtly changed and he licked his lips nervously, then asked the Cultivators and Magicians behind him with the same gesture, "Please, everyone, let us ask for your assistance."

Every one of them looked hesitant, afraid to step forward.

They were not strangers to conflict with the Yin Yang Sect, but the casualties were always extremely heavy.

Given that Qin Ruan’s strength was clearly above theirs, if she could handle all of the Yin Yang Sect alone, they wouldn’t need to intervene and could avoid getting injured.

Jin Huo was well aware of their concerns; thinking of the deterrent power of that ancient eastern family, she exerted her authority as the leader of the Royal Family’s royal team, "If Madam Huo comes to harm today, your temples and Sects will no longer receive support from the Royal Family and might even lose the annual invitation to the royal events."

This was an overt threat!

Grinding their teeth, those people resigned themselves to fight, charging at the lower-level disciples of the Yin Yang Sect, alongside Wu Fan and Yanxuan.

Song Qing’s expression improved somewhat upon seeing them all going to help.

Next, she focused intently, admiring Qin Ruan’s graceful, handsome, and dashing bearing.

"Thud!"

Another stone sculpture, as tall as a grown man, shattered under the force of Qin Ruan’s unleashed Nether Divine Power.

Elder Bayu was clearly unable to hold on and was forced to continuously retreat.

Just then, another white-haired old man rushed forward to assist Elder Bayu.

Song Qing saw this scene, let out a grunt from her mouth, and the light in her eyes instantly became sharp.

How dare they bully with numbers, as if she didn’t exist!

Song Qing rolled up her sleeves and spun her arms 180 degrees in the void, gathering the essence of heaven and earth.

The plants around suddenly started to riot, the trees were shaking their branches violently, and the leaves rustled. Flowers that had not yet bloomed grew rapidly, all moving towards Song Qing.

Song Qing manipulated the converging leaves and flowers with her hands, dividing them into two spherical shapes, each controlled separately.

Just as the white-haired old man made his move against Qin Ruan, the sphere formed by the leaves controlled in Song Qing’s palm rapidly attacked in his direction.

"Bang!"

Before the white-haired old man could get close to Qin Ruan, his cheeks, clothes, and even his white hair were slashed by innumerable leaves.

The old man, following the direction of the attack, saw Song Qing’s presence, his face twisted with ferocity as he let out a loud roar and charged at her.

Song Qing was undaunted, her other hand controlling the large spherical shape made of flower petals, sweeping towards him with an unstoppable speed.

The ball, filled with the intense fragrance of flowers, instantly enveloped the white-haired old man completely.

By the time the old man broke through the ball formed by countless flower petals, he was in complete disarray, his clothes mostly devoured by the petals.

Song Qing pressed forward, grabbing the man’s neck with one hand, her face revealing ferocity and murderous intent, "Dare to ambush my master, you must be tired of living!"

Then, without giving him a chance to speak, she snapped the old man’s neck with one hand.

Her movements were clean and decisive.

Qin Ruan, who was fighting with Elder Bayu not far away, caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of her eye and slowly curved her lips.

She had suspected something was off with Song Qing before, the discordance in her aura, and the demonic energy seeping out accidentally, all led to her intuition that something was fishy.

And there it was, Song Qing had revealed herself.

She hadn’t expected Song Qing to also possess the ability to manipulate plants.

Elder Bayu took advantage of Qin Ruan’s distraction to strike at her delicate face.

Feeling the murderous intent in the air, Qin Ruan had no mood to entangle with him any longer; a cluster of faint blue flame suddenly appeared in her palm.

With a gentle flick of her fingertip, Hellfire immediately engulfed the other’s body, instantly turning him to ash.

The strength of the Yin Yang Sect was indeed commendable, a shame they practiced Evil Techniques, which Demonic Qi feared most—especially the powers Qin Ruan possessed.

Whether it was the Nether Divine Power or the Hellfire, or even the Golden Whip, they were all enough to ensure their deaths without a burial place.

Qin Ruan did not linger in the fight, heading towards Wu Fan and his sister Yanxuan, dealing with the Yin Yang Sect disciples entangled with them with ease.

Jin Huo was struggling to hold on; their strength was ultimately inferior to that of the Yin Yang Sect disciples.

In Qin Ruan’s palm, the Golden Whip materialized, and she started whipping with it, wrapped in Nether Power.

Under the moonlight, her entire body was enveloped in sacred golden light, her captivating and exquisite face radiant with arrogance and sharpness.

The way she wielded the whip was graceful and dashing, and every gesture was still laced with a uniquely enticing charm that those watching wouldn’t forget.

"Whack! Whack! Whack!"

Just three lashes were enough to scatter a Yin Yang Sect disciple’s spirit.

Qin Ruan moved through the center of the battle, and whenever she passed a Yin Yang Sect disciple, they were met with the same fate of their souls dispersing, without exception.

Jin Huo and the others, witnessing Qin Ruan’s true power, felt a chill creep up their spines, and a look of terror hid in the depths of their eyes.

The remaining few Yin Yang Sect disciples, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, turned to flee.

Qin Ruan’s eyes, clear as crystal, burst with cold light as the Golden Whip flew from her hand, quickly binding them.

As the Golden Whip dragged the several individuals close, Qin Ruan’s gaze shifted, a coquettish light shining in the depths of her eyes.

The Nether Power swirling around her fingertips flicked toward the Yin Yang Sect disciples.

In front of the onlookers, they turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

"Madam, watch your back!"

The exclamation from Song Qing rang out.

The three-tailed fox also roared, "Be careful!"