Chapter 11 - I really don't need to take action when the soldiers arrive at Zhang's house.

Chapter 11: I really don’t need to take action when the soldiers arrive at Zhang’s house.

“Don’t worry, Brother Wu, we’re here. We can’t lose this battle,” assured Wushuang Qing, glancing fearfully at Wu Ping.

Wu Ping unexpectedly displayed ferocity, indicating that the Zhang family might be in trouble.

After this skirmish, he must relay this person’s information back to the Qingfeng Sect!

Absolutely, Wushuang Qing was a meticulous spy from the Qingfeng Sect embedded in the Blood Rain Sect.

Observing everyone’s unease, Wu Ping asked, “Are you sure you don’t need me to intervene?”

Several individuals promptly shook their heads, affirming, “No, no, Brother Wu, just keep an eye on things.”

“Even if I lend a hand, you wouldn’t need it?” Wu Ping inquired again.

“No need, really,” they insisted, appearing peculiar.

Perplexed, Wu Ping wondered about their intentions.

“Then, I can just collect my payment without doing anything, right?” Wu Ping suggested.

“Of course, it’s more than fine! Senior Brother Wu is our unwavering pillar of strength. With him around, we can face any opponent without fearing strong reinforcements,” Wushuang Qing flattered hastily.

“Hahaha, I get it, I get it. Thanks, Master, on behalf of my son.”

The laughter ceased as the sky erupted with a declaration, “Zhang Laosan, your reckoning day has arrived!”

Subsequently, a cascade of light descended upon them. Suddenly, a dense white mist enveloped the entire Zhang family, hovering like smoke in the sky. Several figures stood in the mist, led by Deng Shuangjiang, who boldly declared, “Demon cultivator of the Blood Rain Sect, hitting the Zhang family mansion—you dare to mess with us. Do you have a death wish?”

A disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, resolute and wielding a long sword, rose in response. Witnessing this, Zhang Renjie, initially flustered, joined in, proclaiming, “Deng Shuangjiang, colluding with the demon gate and harming innocents—today, the Li family, led by me, Li Renjie, will wipe you scum from this eight-thousand-mile expanse of Nanyang!”

“Where are the people of my Li family?” He demanded.

“Understood!” Echoed responses from throughout Li Mansion, with people leaping from rooftops and the air. Wu Ping observed the scene seriously, acknowledging the impressive momentum surpassing even magic cultivation.

Deng Shuangjiang, undeterred, looked back at Wu Ping and confidently roared, “The Li family, who seized my inheritance and oppressed my people, will meet their end today. Deng family, follow my orders. Exterminate them all! Spare no one!”

Knives and tomahawks surged towards the Li family but were met with a barrier—no entry or exit permitted under the formation. Shouts and clashes filled the air, flames casting a fiery glow on the surroundings.

“Sister Wushuang, deal with him!” Proclaimed Han Guang, a disciple of the Blood Rain Sect, announcing his presence. He charged into the crowd with the sixth spirit attractor level, causing chaos.

Deng Shuangjiang directed his followers, “Stop him for me!”

Li Renjie, alarmed, shouted, “Nephew Zou if you don’t act, my Li family’s fate is sealed!”

“I, Zou Qiwen, will handle it!” Asserted Qingfeng’s disciple, Zou Qiwen, rising with determination. A shadow blocked his chest, and he pointed his sword at the sky, challenging, “The demon cultivator—doesn’t dare to face me, Zou Qiwen? Sending a woman here serves no purpose!”

Wu Ping acted silently, unleashing the soul-refining streamer with a ferocious presence. He let his actions speak louder than words. Zou Qiwen, surprised, faced the unexpected development, his heart shaken by Wu Ping’s display.