He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 730 He Yuzhu Retreats

Qin Gou's face was ferocious at this moment. He used all his strength, staring at the devil in front of him with his eyes, and roared with gritted teeth: "You asked for this! I originally planned to save this trick to deal with the Human Emperor, but I didn't expect you to force me to use it now. You will be in trouble later. Be my slave!"

As for the Demon King of Chaos, he didn't take Qin Gou's harsh words to heart. After all, during his time in Japan, he had experienced a lot and encountered many people who tried to harm him, but in the end, they were unable to do anything to him. Moreover, these opponents had actually helped him improve rapidly, especially those veteran and powerful opponents. Repeated battles with them had given the Demon King of Chaos a wealth of valuable experience. So when faced with Qin Gou's threats, he simply looked on with disdain.

The Devil King watched Qin Gou silently, only to see Qin Gou perform an extremely strange action—he actually thrust his hand into his stomach. The Devil King frowned, unsure of what this guy was up to. Then, Qin Gou pulled out what looked like bones from his stomach. Instantly, a thick magical energy filled the air. The Devil King's nose twitched slightly, and he took in the scent of this magical energy. He couldn't help but shudder. While he felt a hint of fear, he wasn't completely terrified. After all, he wasn't just any demon king. Having navigated this world of the survival of the fittest for so long, he naturally had the means to protect himself.

Qin Gou was secretly delighted to see the Devil King standing still. He thought, this guy won't even run away, so no wonder he wants to subdue him. Once he makes the Devil King his subordinate, or even his slave, he can help him quickly regain his full strength. With this thought in mind, Qin Gou threw the bone-like object in his hand at the Devil King without hesitation.

The Devil King finally took a closer look. It wasn't a bone, it was clearly an iron chain. The chain rapidly lengthened in mid-air, like a nimble black python, instantly binding the Devil King tightly. Qin Gou had assumed the Devil King would dodge, considering he was quite powerful. But he had never expected him to stand there so foolishly, letting him easily snatch it.

Qin Gou was instantly overjoyed. He looked triumphantly at the bound Chaos Demon King and boasted loudly, "This is the God-Locking Chain I accidentally found. Although it's only a short piece, I've carefully nurtured it for thousands of years, so its power cannot be underestimated. Just wait patiently for me to refine it!"

Qin Gou was originally terribly anxious, preparing to rush out, as if something extremely urgent awaited his attention. However, the situation had changed rapidly, and now it was completely different. He keenly perceived that this sudden incident had become a perfect opportunity—a chance to subdue the devil in front of him.

As for the devil, he initially planned to slip away. But who could have imagined that Qin Gou's clever plan would tie him up and prevent him from moving. He no longer had any hope of escaping, and secretly groaned inwardly.

Qin Gou walked with steady steps and slowly came to the front of the Demon King. There was unquestionable majesty in his eyes. He said coldly: "Now, I will give you two choices. One is to be conquered by me and be used by me in the future; the other is not so good. You must be refined by me and become the nutrients that nourish my strength. So, which one do you choose?" His tone was like that of a judge who pronounced a fate, and every word was loud and clear.

When the Demon King heard this, a disdainful smile appeared on his face, and he asked in return: "What makes you so sure that I will be subdued by you?" There was a bit of stubbornness and unwillingness in that smile.

Qin Gou wasn't in a hurry. After all, he knew that at this critical moment, restoring his strength was paramount. So, without saying much, he found a corner, sat cross-legged, and began to slowly practice his skills to restore his strength. He looked so calm, as if nothing in the outside world could disturb him.

The Devil King naturally refused to be bound like this, and initially struggled desperately, trying to break free from the chains that held him captive. However, he never expected that the chains, seemingly ordinary, were in fact incredibly strong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break them at all. Every struggle only resulted in excruciating pain from the friction between the chains and his skin, yet he couldn't budge the chains even a little.

Outside, the fourth brother was completely bewildered, completely confused as to what was happening inside. He only saw a group of cultivators suddenly arrive outside, but after a closer look, he found that none of them were very powerful and did not give him much of a sense of pressure.

The cultivators outside looked helplessly at the magical barrier that sealed off the inner world. The barrier emanated an eerie light, like an impenetrable barrier. Try as they might, they could not break in. Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and one of them couldn't help but ask, "What the hell is going on? It seems like there are only a few menial workers left in the sect. The elite are trapped inside, and we don't know what's going on. What do you think? How can this be resolved?" His words were filled with anxiety and worry.

The remaining people were mostly followers who had no opinions of their own and were now completely bewildered. One of them shook his head helplessly and muttered, "How do I know what to do about this? We should go back first. After all, there are still a lot of things waiting to be dealt with in the sect."

The others, upon hearing this, felt that there was some truth to this. They knew that their current strength was truly limited, and even if they stayed, they would only be anxious and unable to help at all. So, without saying anything more, they turned away dejectedly, leaving only silence.

At the same time, He Yuzhu and Qingyi had already retreated to a safe distance. Looking around, in this area, the group led by Qingyi had become the most powerful force on the surface, exuding a subtle aura that no one dared to underestimate.

Among the people present, besides Qingyi, there were only the four of them, including Lao Si. Those who usually lived in seclusion looked at each other, unsure what to say. The atmosphere at this moment was particularly solemn, as if the air had been frozen by some invisible force.

He Yuzhu looked at Qingyi hugging the already cold body of Sect Leader Qiu Feng tightly, his heart filled with complicated emotions, and for a moment he didn't know how to comfort Qingyi.