After Being Reborn, I Refuse To Be The Holy Son Of The Sect Anymore

Chapter 128:

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Ming He and his followers never imagined that all their actions were being observed by Xiao Yang.

And then there was Long Chen.

Xiao Yang was truly curious—why was Long Chen secretly following and protecting Jiang Ting?

He glanced at the captured Long Chen beside him and suddenly noticed that Jiang Ting’s appearance bore a slight resemblance to Long Chen.

“This… could it be?”

Xiao Yang was stunned by the sudden thought that popped into his mind.

Jiang Qitian, Long Chen, and Jiang Ting’s mother—there must be a hidden story among them.

Could Jiang Ting actually be Long Chen’s daughter?

How could that be?

Impossible.

Xiao Yang shook his head, trying to dismiss such an absurd thought.

At this moment, the Grand Elder and the others had already arrived in front of the cave.

Xiao Yang couldn’t help but admire the Phantom Demon for perfectly disguising himself as Ling Daochen and successfully leading the Grand Elder Cang Xiao and the Azure Sun Sword Sect disciples to the cave.

“Senior Sister!”

Qin Fei feigned shock, pointing toward the cave where Jiang Ting was tied to a pillar.

“Senior Sister is indeed imprisoned here!”

The crowd was both furious and alarmed.

“Don’t act rashly!”

The Grand Elder shouted loudly.

Everyone immediately summoned their flying swords.

For a moment, the area in front of the cave was filled with a dazzling display of sword energy and flashing lights.

“Senior Sister!”

Qin Fei pretended to be overwhelmed with emotion and tried to rush forward.

“Junior Brother, don’t go!”

Zheng Fan quickly pulled him back.

“Demonic Sect scum, hand her over!”

The Grand Elder roared at Ming He and Yin Yue as they stepped out of the cave.

“Cang Xiao, who do you think you are? Just because you told me to release her, I should obey?”

Ming He sneered with disdain.

“Hand her over, and I’ll let you die with an intact corpse!”

The Grand Elder gritted his teeth, glaring at Ming He.

“Haha! You’re the ones who are about to die, yet you dare act so arrogantly in front of me. You really don’t know the meaning of death!”

Ming He burst into laughter.

“It’s you who’s about to die!”

The Grand Elder cupped his hands toward the fake Ling Daochen and said respectfully, “Senior Uncle, please eliminate the demonic scum!”

Ling Daochen was known to be a top-tier sword master at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm.

Otherwise, the Grand Elder would never have dared to lead the disciples into the perilous Ghost Mist Gorge at night.

But the Grand Elder had no idea that this so-called “Senior Uncle” was actually an imposter.

Who could have imagined that someone would dare impersonate Ling Daochen?

Xiao Yang watched from the shadows, shaking his head helplessly.

Didn’t anyone in the group notice something was off about this fake Ling Daochen?

“Eliminate the demons?”

The fake Ling Daochen suddenly turned to look at the Grand Elder and grinned sinisterly.

“Hmm?”

The Grand Elder was momentarily stunned.

The next moment, the fake Ling Daochen struck him with a powerful palm strike.

Boom!

Caught off guard, the Grand Elder was sent flying, crashing into a boulder in front of the cave before falling to the ground in pain.

Pfft!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body trembling.

“Elder!”

The disciples were horrified.

“Senior Uncle, have you lost your mind?”

Lei Renjie roared in anger at the imposter Ling Daochen.

“Haha!”

The fake Ling Daochen burst into laughter.

“He is not your Senior Uncle—he’s a fake!”

The Grand Elder, struggling to sit up, gritted his teeth and glared at the imposter.

“What?!”

Everyone was stunned, staring at the fake Ling Daochen in disbelief.

“You’re only realizing it now? Too late!”

As he spoke, the fake Ling Daochen’s body shuddered, and a dark shadow engulfed him.

The sinister figure of the Phantom Demon appeared before their eyes.

“Haha! Who would have thought that the disciples of the Azure Sun Sword Sect would be such blind fools?”

The Phantom Demon laughed mockingly.

“A Demonic Sect fiend?!”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Lei Renjie, Li Yunhu, Ye Qingyao, Yun Qianxue, and the others could hardly believe that the revered Senior Uncle Ling Daochen was actually an imposter from the Demonic Sect.

“You’re quite impressive!”

Lin Wangchuan looked at the demonic figure with curiosity.

He was intrigued by the illusion technique the Phantom Demon had used.

Song Qiang, however, had already unleashed his flying sword, sending it piercing toward the imposter Ling Daochen.

“Foolish!”

The Phantom Demon flicked his sleeve, and Song Qiang’s sword was instantly deflected.

“So strong!”

Song Qiang quickly retrieved his sword, his expression tense.

“We’ve fallen into their trap! Run!”

The Grand Elder roared urgently.

The disciples froze for a moment before panic set in.

Chaos erupted.

“Not bad…”

Xiao Yang smirked in the shadows, watching the scene unfold.

Everything was playing out as he expected.

Qin Fei, you’ve really gone all out this time.

But he was no longer the Xiao Yang of the past.

This time, he wouldn’t fall into their trap so easily.

“You can’t escape!”

Ming He sneered as he stepped forward, his cold gaze sweeping over the group.

“Run!”

The Grand Elder shouted anxiously.

Just as the group was about to take to the skies with their flying swords—

“Activate the formation!”

Ming He smirked and triggered the hidden Twelve Heavenly Demon Execution Array buried beneath the ground.

Boom…

Twelve towering demonic banners burst out of the earth, releasing an overwhelming surge of demonic energy.

The ground trembled violently, and the sky darkened as the sinister aura filled the air.

Countless demonic patterns emerged from the ground beneath their feet, intertwining to form a colossal formation diagram.

In an instant, the entire area transformed into a terrifying demonic domain, surrounded on all sides by rolling black mist.

Within the twelve banners, shadowy demonic figures flickered, as if monstrous demons were ready to break free.

The entire group was instantly trapped within the array.

Buzz!

The formation activated, and the entire space within the Twelve Heavenly Demon Execution Array turned into a swirling vortex of demonic power, overwhelming the senses.

“This…”

The Grand Elder’s face paled in horror.

Lei Renjie, Song Qiang, and Li Yunhu, in a panic, directed their flying swords to strike at the demonic banners.

However, before their swords could even get close, an invisible force repelled them, sending their weapons flying back.

“Hahaha! Stop struggling. You have no way out!”

Ming He laughed triumphantly.

Even he hadn’t expected his plan to succeed so effortlessly.

Everything had gone far too smoothly.

“This… it’s the Twelve Heavenly Demon Execution Array…”

The Grand Elder, sitting cross-legged on the ground, was filled with despair.

This formation was the Demonic Sect’s trump card.

Even if he hadn’t been injured by the fake Ling Daochen’s sneak attack, he wouldn’t be able to break through it.

This time, they were doomed.

“Surrender, and you can avoid unnecessary suffering.”

Yin Yue stepped out of the cave with a smug expression.

“Surrender to you despicable Demonic Sect scum? Dream on!”

Lei Renjie roared in defiance, unleashing a barrage of lightning-infused sword energy toward Ming He, shattering the surrounding demonic mist with its destructive power.

Sigh.

Ming He shook his head in mock pity, then casually waved his hand.

Lei Renjie’s sword energy dissipated instantly in mid-air.

Smack!

Lei Renjie screamed in pain as an invisible force delivered a resounding slap across his face, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Li Yunhu and Lin Wangchuan unleashed their full strength, their dazzling sword light tearing through the void and aiming directly at Ming He.

But Ming He had already integrated himself with the power of the formation.

At this moment, he was the master of the Twelve Heavenly Demon Execution Array.

With a mere flick of his sleeve, he deflected all incoming attacks with ease.

“Kneel!”

Ming He extended his right hand and pressed down fiercely.

Boom…

A massive demonic palm materialized in the air, descending upon them like a towering mountain.

An unbearable weight crushed down from above.

Everyone felt as if an enormous demonic mountain was pressing down on them.

Li Yunhu, Lei Renjie, and the others could no longer withstand the pressure.

They collapsed onto the ground, unable to resist.

The power of this array was simply too overwhelming.

Ming He was reveling in his dominance.

This was the first time he had the chance to control such a formidable formation.

Suddenly, shadowy figures emerged from the darkness surrounding the array.

They were Ming He’s subordinates.

These Demonic Sect remnants rushed into the formation without hesitation, pulling out Binding Immortal Ropes and swiftly tying up everyone.

The formation’s power had no effect on them.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Azure Sun Sword Sect squad had been captured.

The Grand Elder, sitting cross-legged in frustration, almost coughed up blood in anger.

But even he couldn’t escape being tightly bound.

Ming He casually tossed them into the cave, leaving them to keep Jiang Ting company.

Sigh…

Watching from the shadows, Xiao Yang let out a long sigh.

So that’s it? They’ve already been wiped out?

How humiliating.

This was beyond embarrassing.

Long Chen, whom Xiao Yang had subdued earlier, looked at him anxiously.

His eyes pleaded for Xiao Yang to take action and rescue the others.

“Hahaha…”

Ming He laughed arrogantly, his voice echoing through the cave.

Pfft!

The Grand Elder, overwhelmed with rage and humiliation, spat out a mouthful of blood that splattered several meters away.

Xiao Yang remained in hiding, watching coldly.

How pathetic…

These people never learned.

They were too naïve.

It was time for him to clean up their mess once again.