"Shi Xuan? You... why are you here? And you, Ying Jie, why are both of you here?" Ye Jingyu exclaimed, his attention having been entirely fixed on the unconscious Luo Ling'er, failing to notice Hei Ming Shi Xuan and Hei Ming Ying Jie until now.

"Big Brother, it really is you. You’ve become so strong, I almost didn't recognize you. We came to kill her!" Hei Ming Shi Xuan confirmed upon hearing Ye Jingyu speak, pointing a soft, chubby hand at Luo Ling'er, who was being shielded by Ying Kong Shi.

"You... you don't recognize her? She is Sister Ling'er..." Ye Jingyu was momentarily stunned. Hei Ming Shi Xuan had seen Ling'er before, hadn't she? How could she not recognize her now?

"Ah..." Hei Ming Shi Xuan’s face shifted to one of bewilderment, her large purple eyes constantly scrutinizing Luo Ling'er. The more she looked, the more familiar the figure seemed, and the thought that she had almost killed the person Big Brother loved made her expression fluctuate rapidly...

In truth, it wasn't entirely her fault. Despite her formidable strength, by the reckoning of the Demon Race’s age standards, she was still a mere child. Back in Yun Jing, she had only met Luo Ling'er once or twice. Moreover, Luo Ling’er back then was still a young maiden, not possessing much power, unlike now, where she was nearly expecting a child, and her aura was completely different from before—she was, after all, a Soul Immortal powerhouse now.

"Big Brother, I..." Hei Ming Shi Xuan pouted, preparing to explain herself to Ye Jingyu, yet she found herself at a loss for words.

Ye Jingyu, however, suddenly understood. They were members of the Demon Race; no wonder they possessed such formidable strength back then. Judging by their appearance, they were likely from the Purple Flame Clan.

"It’s alright, Brother doesn't blame you. When the fighting starts, please protect Sister Ling'er well for me!" Ye Jingyu chuckled softly and nodded. Although he knew Hei Ming Shi Xuan was a Demon, he firmly believed she would never harm him or those close to him; she had simply failed to recognize Luo Ling'er earlier...

"Mhm, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt Sister Ling'er!" Hei Ming Shi Xuan nodded vigorously, her large, purple eyes sweeping past Charles and Reyalon beside her with a strong warning undertone.

Finally, her gaze settled on Ying Kong Shi, seemingly contemplating how to rescue Luo Ling'er.

"Miss Ying Jie, what should we do now?" Feeling the ill-intentioned glare from Hei Ming Shi Xuan, Charles and Reyalon tensed simultaneously; they dared not underestimate this little girl who appeared to be barely a teenager.

"Who is she to you?" Hei Ming Ying Jie didn't reply immediately but turned her gaze toward Ye Jingyu. It was precisely because Ye Jingyu was now overwhelmingly powerful, his aura even surpassing her own, that she hadn't recognized him earlier.

As she questioned him, Hei Ming Ying Jie felt a surge of terror in her heart. Just a few years ago, when she had intervened to save him, he was merely a low-tier Martial Master, someone she could crush with a casual move. Yet, several years later, his power had reached this level, capable of moving freely even within the Demon Realm. What kind of encounters had he experienced in these years?

"She is my wife!" Ye Jingyu stated with firm resolve.

"Very well then. I hope you can save her. If you are not careful and are killed by these two brothers, I will send her to join you!" Hei Ming Ying Jie said coldly, taking a step back, her meaning clear: as long as Luo Ling'er did not fall into the hands of the Ying family, she absolutely would not intervene.

Seeing that Hei Ming Ying Jie was not moving, Charles and Reyalon naturally held back as well, retreating a step each. They rather wished to see who was stronger: this human from the mortal world or the two from the Ying Kong family.

Ye Jingyu’s expression remained unchanged. He merely glanced at Hei Ming Ying Jie before directing his gaze back to Ying Kong Shi and Ying Kong Wu.

"One final warning: let her go, and I will spare your lives!" His voice was ice-cold, devoid of any emotion, as if he were a sage standing above, representing the Heavenly Dao.

Hearing Ye Jingyu's sheer arrogance, even Ying Kong Wu’s expression shifted.

"My friend, while this is the Demon Realm, you are no Mad Demon. It is best not to speak so boldly!" Cold sneers played around the corners of Ying Kong Wu's mouth.

"Big Brother, this kid is indeed a bit too conceited. Let me freeze his life force," Ying Kong Shi felt a surge of anger within him. Yes, Ye Jingyu was strong, but did he have to be so arrogant? This was the Demon Realm, where he could unleash his full power—he was, after all, at the peak of Fifth Grade Demon Lord. Could Ye Jingyu possibly have reached the realm of Fifth Heaven Martial God?

"Let me handle this. You just keep an eye on her," Ying Kong Wu shook his head, speaking indifferently.

Ye Jingyu glanced at Ying Kong Wu, then at Ying Kong Shi standing next to Luo Ling'er, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes...

"Since you seek death, I shall grant your wish!" The instant the words left his mouth, Ye Jingyu’s figure shot out. The void didn't even register an afterimage before he materialized before Ying Kong Wu, drawing the Heavenly Venerable Blade and hacking down with lightning speed...

Ying Kong Wu’s face changed; he was clearly startled by Ye Jingyu's speed. Nevertheless, the iron fan in his hand swung forward, seemingly intent on blocking Ye Jingyu's powerful strike.

But halfway through his swing, he saw the Heavenly Venerable Blade in Ye Jingyu’s hand suddenly erupt in blinding light. A massive bolt of lightning shot out from the blade, transforming in a blink into a colossal blade-light hundreds of feet long, completely enveloping Ying Kong Shi...

"Damn it!" Feeling this sudden, explosive surge of power, even the usually eloquent Ying Kong Wu couldn't help but curse.

The iron fan in his hand instantly transformed into streams of black light, and a set of blue battle armor instantly encased his body. Blue demonic runes flowed continuously across the armor—clearly, this was a valuable piece of equipment, capable of withstanding the full-force strike of a Fifth Grade Demon Lord...

"Clang..." With a sharp sound, the Heavenly Venerable Blade collided with Ying Kong Wu's iron fan. Countless streaks of lightning erupted simultaneously, forming a gigantic sphere of thunderous light between the two figures...

Innumerable arcs of lightning continuously struck Ying Kong Wu's battle armor, interspersed with countless blade energies forged from the power of thunder...

One after another, the blue radiance on Ying Kong Wu’s body flickered incessantly, and even his battle armor began to emit cracking sounds—it was already starting to fracture...

Feeling the relentless torrent of blade energies, Ying Kong Wu's expression changed drastically, but enveloped by the blade-light, he was powerless to do anything but fully resist this terrifying, overwhelming assault.