Suddenly, Xiao Ba’s voice came from within the Eight Feet Mirror.

"Demonic Qi!" Ye Luo was shocked and quickly looked at the person.

"Could it be someone from the Demon Palace, one of the four major Demonic Path forces!" Ye Luo thought to himself, but he had no time for further thought as the other party attacked again, waving their hands continuously, sending surges of Demonic Qi toward him.

This Demonic Qi was several times stronger than ordinary True Qi. Although the person was only at the second layer of the Saint Realm, the sense of danger Ye Luo felt was even more intense than from the two experts at the third layer of the Saint Realm he had faced the night before.

Ye Luo dared not take the situation lightly and stimulated the Nine Yang Mystic Art within him, summoning the Lingyun Sword directly, and his body burst out with Nine Yang True Qi, clashing with the opponent’s attack.

A series of booming sounds erupted, and the entire office was left in ruin, with Qin Tianchen, Qin Yuru, and others unable to withstand the terrible ripples of True Qi, seeking cover to the side.

At the same time, Qin Yuru pulled Xiang Tiandong and the security guards out of the office, instructing someone to take them to the hospital and ordering others not to approach the office.

Boom!

After a fierce battle, the figure in the black robe staggered back several steps, trembling lightly, while Ye Luo’s face turned pale. Indeed, this Demonic Qi was terrifying, only slightly weaker than his Nine Yang True Qi.

If he hadn’t possessed the Nine Yang True Qi, he might not have been able to withstand the other’s attack. This person could probably put up a fight even against experts at the third layer of the Saint Realm.

Just then, another black-robed figure flashed towards Ye Luo like lightning, chopping down with a palm wrapped in a vortex of Demonic Qi.

This palm tore through the void, emitting a sharp hissing sound, with a terrifying momentum that if it landed on a person, could instantly split them in two.

Ye Luo activated Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens’ movement technique, swiftly dodging to the side, and with the Lingyun Sword in hand, he immediately executed the Rainbow Sword Technique he had just cultivated.

With one swing of his sword, a dazzling rainbow light burst forth, colliding with the opponent’s palm, sending them flying back and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

It seemed that the Rainbow Sword Technique was indeed very powerful; he had only cultivated it for one night, yet it was already this formidable. However, the person he had fought earlier quickly charged at him again.

"Heavenly Demon Fist!"

The person likewise unleashed a martial technique, smashing a fist towards Ye Luo. The fist was enveloped with countless streams of Demonic Qi, forming a black fist shadow that plummeted from the sky, giving Ye Luo a suffocating sensation.

"Break!"

Without time to initiate any other moves, Ye Luo could only pour all his Nine Yang True Qi into the Lingyun Sword, unleashing the strongest strike he could muster.

Boom—

An explosive force of energy burst out, and Ye Luo felt a malignant energy penetrate his body, wreaking havoc, and sending him flying back to crash into the office’s floor-to-ceiling window, shattering the pane of tempered glass almost causing him to fall out.

Spit!

Ye Luo spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly stimulated the remaining Nine Yang True Qi within him to dispel this malignant force, his face turning pale.

The other party also suffered from Ye Luo’s strike, spitting out blood and sustaining considerable injuries, ending up with both sides damaged.

"Kill!"

The black-robed figure injured by the Rainbow Sword Technique spat out a cold word and made another attempt to kill Ye Luo.

Ye Luo had no time to think, hastily summoning the Eight Feet Mirror, which burst out with a dazzling white light. The figure in the black robe was hit as if by a high-speed train, sending them flying through the air.

They crashed heavily into the wall, causing the entire wall to crack like a spiderweb. Qin Tianchen and his son hid in a corner, shivering, their faces filled with horror as they watched everything unfold before them, their spirits greatly shaken.

The figure in the black robe, sent flying by the Eight Feet Mirror, tumbled down from the wall, knelt on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The black robe was torn, revealing its true face – a ferocious countenance with cold light flickering in its eyes and a black mark on the forehead.

"Go!"

Seeing this, another person, without time to think further, rushed to the stricken figure in the black robe, hoisted them up, and quickly left the place without even a second glance at Qin Tianchen and his son.

Phew!

Watching the two leave, Ye Luo involuntarily took a deep breath, his face pale, his body trembling slightly.

This battle was definitely the most fierce he had ever fought against a second-layer Saint Realm powerhouse, even more difficult than battles against third-layer Saint Realm powerhouses. The Demonic Qi emanating from these two was too terrifying.

"Ye Luo, how are you?"

After the battle had ended, Qin Yuru rushed over to Ye Luo, supporting him, her face full of concern.

At this moment, Qin Tianchen and his son turned pale and, seizing the opportunity, slowly stood up and quietly headed toward the exit of the office.

Whoosh!

Just as they were about to leave the office, the Lingyun Sword suddenly thrust forward, instantly piercing the office door and startling the two of them, causing them to tremble.

"Were you two planning to leave just like that? Don’t you want the Qin Group?"

After regulating his breathing with his cultivation technique, Ye Luo stood up and said coldly to Qin Tianchen and his son.

The two trembled, slowly turning around, their faces filled with fear as they looked at Ye Luo, then they thudded to their knees.

"Please let us go, we know we were wrong, we won’t dare to set our sights on the Qin Group ever again," Qin Tianchen said quickly, his face filled with fear, clearly overwhelmed by Ye Luo’s formidable strength just displayed.

"Hmph, the two of you killed the old master of the Qin Family back then, and now you aim to take over the Qin Clan. You truly seem unafraid of death," Ye Luo said, his face pale as he approached.

With Ye Luo’s approach, Qin Tianchen and Qin Yun, father and son, shook violently, feeling extremely uneasy inside.

"Yu Ru, for the sake of our shared blood, please plead for us, spare us this once," Qin Tianchen implored, quickly turning his eyes to Qin Yuru, begging continuously.

However, Qin Yuru’s eyes were filled with intense hatred as she looked at Qin Tianchen and his son, saying coldly,

"You still remember we share the same bloodline? Yet, what have you done? You killed grandfather and then tried to seize the Qin Clan at the next opportunity. Now that the Qin Group is in crisis, you once again emerged to grab the shares from my hands. Have you ever considered me family?"

"Yu Ru, we know we were wrong. Please spare us this once; we won’t dare to do it again," Qin Yun also pleaded hastily.

"I’ll spare you on one condition: hand over all your shares," Ye Luo said coldly.

"Fine, we’ll give them up, we’ll give them up right now," Qin Tianchen agreed quickly.