Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

To persuade everyone to leave, Cheng Xiaoxiao spared no effort in chastising them all.

Now she could not afford to care about so much.

The dignity and face of these men were nothing compared to their lives.

If these people did not go back, they might fall at the hands of the men in black. How could she watch her people die with her own eyes?

"I..."

Qi Fei clenched his fists tightly, knowing as well that the boss progressed too fast, and they severely dragged her down.

Everyone lowered their heads in silence.

Cheng Xiaoxiao stared straight at Cheng Hao.

"Second brother, what do you think?"

Cheng Hao tightly pressed his lips together without a word. His heart was filled with worry, but he had to admit his sister was telling the truth.

Had she not returned in time, they would have been cold corpses by now.

He squeezed her hand tightly, advising, with a stern face, "Make sure to come back alive. Uncle is waiting for you, our whole family is waiting for you, and stay in touch."

His voice was choked with emotion. Leaving his sister to face strong adversaries alone was an affront to his sense of responsibility as a man, especially since she was his sister, which made him feel even more ashamed.

"Don’t worry; you have to believe in me. When have I ever let you down?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao’s assured and confident words gave the anxious crowd some relief.

She then turned around to face Sikong Yinlong.

"It’s unfair for the Sikong Family Master to unilaterally impose conditions. If I win, the Sikong Family must heed my commands for three years. How about that? Comparing three years to a lifetime is a great deal."

As soon as Cheng Xiaoxiao finished speaking, She Yao suddenly drew out a long sword.

"How insolent! Our family head is not someone you can insult."

This girl was truly audacious.

"Cut the nonsense, just say whether you will accept the challenge or not?"

She had many things to attend to and didn’t have time to waste with them. If they didn’t accept her challenge, she could directly ask a big shot to intervene, and they would surely be on their knees begging for mercy in no time.

She really didn’t want to make things too strained; after all, the Sikong Family was a colossal organization, so she resorted to this plan.

Even if an ancient emperor stood before her, she wouldn’t be afraid, let alone just a head of a clan.

It must be said that after so many missions, Cheng Xiaoxiao’s professional skills had improved dramatically, making her more adept at handling any situation, not to mention now she had a Golden Leg, giving her arrogant capital.

Sikong Yinlong raised his hand to stop She Yao, whose furious emotions were evident, as if his master had suffered a great grievance.

"Alright, I really want to see what skills this wild girl has."

Back when she was in the Sikong Family, this girl had a weak and innocent appearance, deceiving the elders completely and then disappearing without a trace.

Her ability to escape was first-rate, but it was unknown how many of his moves she could withstand in a direct confrontation.

"The Sikong Family Master’s cultivation is higher than mine; what terms make it considered my victory?"

This point had to be clarified. What if the other party refused to acknowledge it?

Sikong Yinlong drew a circle within five meters around himself.

"Stepping outside this circle means I’ve lost."

Was he asking her to take the initiative to attack him?

"Okay!"

Seeing the opponent’s confident demeanor, it was unclear whether it was genuine confidence or just a bluff.

Cheng Xiaoxiao took a step forward and released Xiao Li from her bag.

Just now, she and Xiao Li had been strategizing an ambush in her mind, guaranteeing him a harsh lesson.

Cheng Xiaoxiao’s attack began.

The arrows she took from the team carried sparks and were shot out one by one.

Sikong Yinlong snorted coldly; what a petty trick.

His long sleeves flew, his figure remained unmoving like a mountain, and a swirl of air currents formed a tornado-like whirlpool in front of him.

The staff in his hand stood high above his head. Though disdainful in his heart, he remained wary of any peculiar tricks from the little wildcat.

The rain of arrows flying at him was entirely deflected by the airflow.

The strong air currents obstructed the view ahead.

Suddenly, a small beast dashed out from the vortex.

Quickly closing in on his face.

Sikong Yinlong reacted swiftly, throwing a palm strike, but the opponent suddenly disappeared.

Just as he was puzzled, a tiny whirlwind suddenly reached him.

The whirlwind seemed powerless yet carried tremendous destructive force.

At this point, it was too late for defense. He could only draw the jade flute from his waist to block it.

Unexpectedly, the jade flute was suddenly sliced in two.

In his moment of shock, the staff above his head exploded with a boom.

It felt as if two terrifyingly powerful forces collided suddenly and eerily, rippling through layers upon layers. The power remained impressive, forcing the stooped Sikong Yinlong to his knee, causing great shock to his internal organs, with a trace of crimson at the corner of his mouth.

Even Cheng Xiaoxiao, far away, was pushed back two steps by this domineering airflow.

So strong, she knew Xiao Li’s killing skill couldn’t kill the opponent.

Villainous bosses aren’t so easily killed; otherwise, they wouldn’t be called villains.

However, that primitive and exquisite staff is a good thing. It can actually withstand Xiao Li’s Wind of Death; it’s truly a treasure.

In a place Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn’t see, a crack appeared in the center bead of the staff.

The staff lost its power, clattering down before Sikong Yinlong.

How could this be?

The little whirlwind just now had such force. If he hadn’t saved a trick and activated the staff, he might already be dead.

At this moment, Sikong Yunlong no longer bore the demeanor of lightness and ease.

"Well done." He let out a cold laugh.

Even used up a seal of the staff’s power.

That little beast was peculiar.

Now he finally regarded her as a worthy opponent.

He drew from his waist a long-unused soft sword, menacingly cold and extremely sharp.

Cheng Xiaoxiao knew the opponent was getting serious and had to be on her guard completely.

She was at a considerable disadvantage.

As she was thinking this, Sikong Yunlong flashed and was at her front.

Her body moved faster than her brain, raising the weapon to block. With a clang, the soft sword collided with the Soldier’s Shovel, not cutting a large gap as expected, indicating that his soft sword was extraordinary.

A family with a heritage really has many good things, making her slightly envious and jealous.

In the moment they confronted each other, they rapidly separated again.

The Qi Force from both sides rippled in circles.

Cheng Xiaoxiao glared at the opponent and again rushed at him with the Soldier’s Shovel. The powerful pressure made her meridians ache, her scalp numb; if not for the temporary upgrade, her body couldn’t possibly withstand the opponent’s pressure and momentum.

She leaped into the air, kicking something out.

The opponent slashed it into two with sword Qi, colorful gases sprayed out, instantly blurring the vision. Cheng Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to put on her goggles and stepped out to attack head-on.

A feat worthy of an Innate Grandmaster, as Cheng Xiaoxiao attacked from the front, back, left, right, and above, each was intercepted by the opponent.

In compromised visibility and despite being injured, he did not fall behind at all. Indeed, the level suppression was relentless.

Cheng Xiaoxiao’s blood was boiling; such a vast disparity made her feel like she was striking a stone with an egg.