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After a brief moment of shock, an even more frenzied killing spree erupted across every corner of Longhu Mountain!
The back mountain is the only road leading to the forbidden area.
Xia He, with her alluring eyes and graceful steps, stopped a white-clad figure who seemed somewhat dazed.
"Zhang Lingyu, it's been so long, have you missed me?"
She stuck out her tongue and gently licked her rosy lips. The pink aura emanating from her body, capable of bewitching men, seemed to coil around Zhang Lingyu like a living venomous snake.
Looking at the woman before him who had once clouded his Dao heart, Zhang Lingyu recalled the inexplicable and crushing defeat at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, as well as his master's eyes filled with guilt. His already chaotic thoughts became even more disordered under Xia He's deliberate provocation.
For the first time, cracks appeared in his pure Dao heart.
"Witch, get out of my way!"
Zhang Lingyu suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, pointed his fingers like a sword, and unleashed the pitch-black Yin Five Thunderbolts, carrying a chilling aura, aiming straight for Xia He's brow.
"Oh dear, how cruel."
Xia He chuckled and her figure drifted away like a willow catkin, but the pink aura followed him like a shadow, always managing to infiltrate his senses whenever he made a move.
"You smell so good. So pure, yet with a hint of resentment... It almost makes me want to devour you whole."
Her suggestive and provocative words were like a demonic whisper, constantly assaulting Zhang Lingyu's already unstable mind.
"Slap!" Zhang Lingyu slapped him across the face.
Xia He's cheek immediately swelled up. Her beautiful eyes widened in anger as she exclaimed, "You, you actually dared to hit me?!"
"You shameless vixen, how dare you trespass on Longhu Mountain! I will surely destroy you today!"
For a moment, the yin thunder and the color qi intertwined, and the two fought to a standstill.
On the other side, Zhang Chulan had just settled Feng Baobao in a secluded cave in the back mountain and was about to come out to investigate when he was blocked by a man who looked the most harmless.
The man was of average appearance, dressed in ordinary casual clothes, with a warm smile on his face. He was none other than Shen Chong, the "root of trouble" among the Four Madmen.
"Zhang Chulan, right? I've heard so much about you."
Shen Chong pushed up his glasses and said with a smile, "My name is Shen Chong, shall we be friends?"
Zhang Chulan's inner alarm bells were ringing, but his face remained impassive, revealing a simple and honest smile.
"No problem, no problem, having more friends means having more options. But brother, I see your face is dark; you might be in for some trouble soon."
He has a knack for witty banter; he can make jokes out of thin air.
Shen Chong's smile remained unchanged; he simply extended his right hand slowly.
"Since we're friends, why don't we sign a contract?"
Before he finished speaking, a wisp of golden energy in his palm instantly transformed into a complex contract rune.
"If you agree to hand over your grandfather's 'Qi Body Source Flow' to me, I can not only let you leave safely, but also make you my 'Painting Master,' granting you an immortal and indestructible body. How about it?"
His voice was full of temptation.
Zhang Chulan sneered inwardly; this guy was indeed after the Qi Source Flow.
His eyes darted around, and a look of wild joy immediately appeared on his face as he grabbed Shen Chong's hand.
"Really? Big brother! You can't be lying to me!"
As he spoke, he silently and subtly channeled the Golden Light Mantra within his body through their touching palms.
"Of course... huh?"
Shen Chong was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.
He felt a surge of extremely powerful and yang energy, yet slippery and unpredictable, instantly invading his body through his arm and forcibly "altering" the contractual link between him and those "scraping men"!
Shen Chong was shocked and tried to pull his hand away, but found that Zhang Chulan was holding his hand tightly, as if it were clamped by an iron clamp, and he could not move it at all.
"Hey, big brother, don't be in such a hurry to leave."
The simple, honest smile on Zhang Chulan's face vanished instantly, replaced by a roguish and cunning expression.
“Our ‘contract’ has only just begun.”
The flames of war had already engulfed the entire Longhu Mountain.
Yuan Tao, a veteran of the Quanxing Sect and son of Yuan Jingui, is an expert in weapon crafting. He faces off against Feng Zhenghao, the president of the Tianxia Society.
The magical sword in Yuan Tao's hand, capable of cutting through iron like mud, clashed with the spirit summoned by Feng Zhenghao, the sound of metal clashing resounding endlessly.
Meanwhile, Han Dan'er faced off against the newly promoted Ten Elders, Na Ru Hu.
One with immense strength and fearless of death.
One's external martial arts skills have reached a state of perfection, making one as immovable as a mountain.
The battle between the two was the most primitive and also the most brutal.
Each clash of fists and feet produced a terrifying, muffled thud, like battering rams striking each other, shaking the surrounding ground.
Xia Liuqing and Balun were surrounded by experts from Na Du Tong who rushed to the scene after hearing the news.
Xia Liuqing's seemingly aged body moved through the crowd like a ghost.
The divine mask evolved into Yuchi Gong's power, and he wielded the steel whip with unparalleled skill, always able to attack his opponent's vitals from the most cunning angles.
Baron stood silently to the side.
He came from a military background, and every move he made was simple and direct, yet it carried a terrifying, unpretentious power. Every punch and kick was enough to severely injure a top-notch fighter on the spot.
Halfway up the mountain, the younger generation, including Canglong and Lu Linglong, were also engaged in battle with the ordinary followers of Quanxing.
Although they are young, they are all from prestigious families with solid foundations.
Hidden Dragon's Dragon Subduing Heart Technique makes him powerful and swift, each palm strike carrying the sound of a dragon's roar.
Lu Linglong pushed the Quanzhen Longmen Sect's internal cultivation method to its limit, displaying agility and ruthless moves, and actually put on a remarkable display of skill.
The entire Longhu Mountain was completely transformed into a battlefield of blood and fire.
Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the explosions of vital energy rose and fell incessantly.
That Taoist ancestral temple, with its thousand-year-old heritage, seemed to be completely swallowed up by this endless slaughter and madness on this night.
Chapter 185 Target, Half-Immortal Body Feng Baobao
Halfway up Longhu Mountain, the night near the inn was torn open by the sporadic firelight and the intense collision of Qi.
Those lawless guys from Quanxing couldn't suppress the madness in their bones after all.
While most of the high-ranking priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion were focused on the mountaintop, a minor disturbance was created in this mixed area halfway up the mountain.
Zhang Yunyuan's figure moved through the forest like a ghost, his divine sense already locked onto those few acquired auras that were particularly powerful in the melee.
That wasn't the mixed and violent Qi of those madmen from Quanxing, but a pure, condensed energy that carried an inhuman coldness and greed.
The ancient aura emanating from him was exactly the same as that of the disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect from the Kunlun Immortal Realm!
Several mysterious men and women dressed in uniform white robes moved swiftly, appearing silently at the edge of the battle zone like ghosts emerging from the shadows.
Their target was chillingly clear—it was none other than Feng Baobao, the "silly girl" who had just kicked a Quanxing demon flying with such clean and efficient movements.
At this moment, Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan were back to back, surrounded by three or four experts from the Quanxing Sect.
Although Zhang Chulan's Golden Light Mantra was performed quite well, his experience was still limited and his Qi was insufficient. He was already panting heavily and struggling to keep up.
On the contrary, Feng Baobao was carrying two kitchen knives, and her knife skills were completely haphazard, just the simplest chopping, hacking, stabbing, and slashing.
But each cut was incredibly fast, and the angles were so tricky that it was impossible to defend against them.
With his fearless and unorthodox methods, he managed to force several renowned Quanxing demons to retreat repeatedly, leaving them in a sorry state.
"A demigod's body, a perfect vessel!"
Among the white-robed figures, a woman with a seductive figure looked at Feng Baobao with an undisguised, almost insane greed in her eyes.
She let out a sharp, piercing laugh, and with a sway of her body, she transformed into a white streak of light. Her five fingers formed a claw, carrying an extremely cold suction force, and went straight for Feng Baobao's crown!
This claw strike was far faster and more powerful than any of the Quanxing demons present.
Their goal was to forcibly extract Feng Baobao's soul from this perfect body in an instant!
A chilling, bone-chilling roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded with deafening force!
The white-robed woman's movements suddenly froze. She felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure descend from the sky, making the air around her seem to freeze, and even her breathing stopped.
Feng Baobao felt the air in front of her suddenly distort, and a figure appeared out of thin air in front of her like a ghost, moving faster than her visual perception could capture, even disturbing the surrounding light.
He didn't even glance back at the threat behind him, but simply slapped his palm backward with an extremely casual gesture.
The space in front of his palm suddenly caved in and twisted, as if the physical laws of that area had been instantly altered.
All light, sound, and even breath were forcibly swallowed up, turning into an absolute, chilling void of chaos.
The white-robed woman's determined and fierce attack, the immense Qi she had gathered, touched this "chaos" the moment it struck.
Instead of being defeated, it was like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, silently and completely annihilated and decomposed, turning into the most primitive particles and dissipating into nothingness.
Before she could react at all, that chaotic power, seemingly originating from before the creation of heaven and earth, ignored all defenses and passed right through her body.
"puff--!"
It wasn't just the sound of vomiting blood; it was more like a terrifying muffled sound as if all her internal organs had been shattered and compressed in an instant, and thick, stagnant blood mixed with her ruptured internal organs was forcibly gushed out of her throat.
The sinister smile in her eyes was instantly swallowed up by boundless horror and unbelievable fear.
She felt as if she had not been struck by a hand, but rather as if she had been hit head-on by an entire collapsing world.
Protective Qi? It's practically useless!
A resilient physique? As fragile as paper!
Her body was completely out of her control, like a stone thrown by an invisible giant, flying backward in a miserable and wretched manner.
It crashed into several ancient trees before finally slamming heavily into the distant mountainside, creating a shocking human-shaped crater.
Gravel fell in a soft rustling sound.
She lay limp in the center of the pit, her bones broken in countless places, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain and blood.
Her unfocused pupils were fixed on that still indifferent back, and only one thought swirled wildly in her mind, yet she couldn't understand it: