Chapter 32 – Alert! Brother Wu Feng has died!
"Who is it?! How dare you attack a disciple of the Shangqing Palace!"
Xu Zhengyi whipped his head around, his face twisted in rage.
At the moment the black light shot towards Xu Zhengyi, Mo Hong also made his move. He took out a small banner, gave it a gentle shake, and the sky changed color as wailing sounds filled the air.
Eighteen pitch-black fierce ghosts with blood-red eyes lunged at Xu Zhengyi.
Each ghost had the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment, and together they exuded a terrifying aura.
"A soul banner? A demonic cultivator?!"
Xu Zhengyi's face changed dramatically.
"Quick! Stop him!"
The female cultivator's face turned pale with fright, and she screamed immediately.
Even two of these ghosts could tear her apart in an instant.
Before she could retreat, a ruthless glint flashed in Xu Zhengyi's eyes. He grabbed the woman and threw her towards the black light and the fierce ghosts.
"Ahhh!! Xu Zhengyi!"
The woman's face was full of shock and disbelief, and then, in despair, she was pierced through the chest by the black light. The ghosts excitedly tore her apart and devoured her blood essence.
In the blink of an eye, she was dead on the spot.
Taking advantage of the time the woman bought by blocking the attack, Xu Zhengyi formed a seal with his hands, and two flying swords flashed out, slicing through the black light.
The swords then continued on, their sword light clashing with the eighteen fierce ghosts.
"Clang clang clang!!"
The two flying swords were quite extraordinary, even among top-tier magical instruments, and they managed to hold their own against the fierce ghosts.
After doing all this, Xu Zhengyi took out a piece of red cloth and placed it over his head.
Red light fell, forming a protective barrier around him.
It was clear.
This was a defensive top-tier magical instrument.
"This is supposed to be the righteous path?"
Ye Bufan, who had retreated to a distance, looked at the remains of the female cultivator on the ground, his eye twitching.
He had truly gained some insight.
Xu Zhengyi claimed to be the embodiment of righteousness, but his actions were more ruthless than those of the demonic path. When danger came, he didn't hesitate for a moment to use his lover as a shield.
Mo Hong and Wu Feng's brothers were also surprised.
"The woman I fancied, you actually got her killed? Unbelievable!"
Wu Feng was furious, flipping a bronze mirror to shoot out dozens of black lights.
His twin brother, Wu Zhen, then summoned a blood-red cone, emitting a strong scent of blood, and hurled it at Xu Zhengyi.
"Don't waste time, capture him quickly and take him away!"
"Attack!"
Mo Hong shouted, forming seals with his hands and spitting out a large mist of blood, which fell onto the soul banner.
The soul banner absorbed the blood mist and fluttered in the wind, as if the fierce ghosts had consumed a powerful tonic, their aura surged, and they directly suppressed the two flying swords, crashing into the red cloth barrier.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the red cloth barrier dimmed rapidly, and Xu Zhengyi was also affected, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Meanwhile, Wu Feng's brothers' blood-red cone and black light also struck the red cloth barrier.
"Crack!"
The red cloth barrier could no longer withstand the assault and shattered.
With two cultivators at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, plus Mo Hong at the seventh level, Xu Zhengyi's defenses couldn't hold.
"Who are you people?! Why are you attacking me?!"
Xu Zhengyi's face turned pale, finally panicking.
At the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, he could barely handle two opponents with his top-tier flying swords, but three was impossible.
"Boom boom!!"
He hurriedly took out several "Cloud Burst Talismans," which exploded like thunder, slightly pausing the attacks of the fierce ghosts and Wu Feng's brothers.
"These talismans won't stop us. You'll find out once we capture you!"
Mo Hong sneered, waving the soul banner, and the fierce ghosts became even more ferocious, pouncing on Xu Zhengyi.
Meanwhile, Xu Zhengyi slapped several escape talismans onto himself.
His figure was about to transform into a rainbow light.
"Liu Keqing!"
Mo Hong shouted.
"Ha ha..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a silver bell-like laughter rang out.
The laughter was eerie, filled with lust and desire, like the heavy breathing of a high-class brothel woman, disturbing the mind.
Watching from afar, Ye Bufan clearly saw Xu Zhengyi, who was about to escape, suddenly freeze as if immobilized, his body unmoving.
His face flushed red, his eyes showing signs of struggle.
"A bewitching sound targeting the soul? This woman is indeed extraordinary."
Ye Bufan squinted his eyes.
He saw Liu Keqing laughing, a small horn at her mouth, visible sound waves continuously emanating from her mouth, amplified infinitely by the horn.
It was clear that this was a secret sonic technique combining magic and a magical instrument.
Such soul-targeting techniques were rare.
Even a typical seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator would find it hard to defend against a surprise attack.
"Haha! The situation is settled, Wu Feng, Wu Zhen, tie him up."
Mo Hong laughed.
"Alright!"
Wu Feng's brothers, with sinister expressions, stuck several low-level Gale Talismans on themselves and quickly approached Xu Zhengyi.
Then they took out a blood-stained hemp rope and tied it around him.
"It seems there's nothing... Hm?!"
Ye Bufan, standing fifty meters away, focused his gaze on Xu Zhengyi, who was about to be bound.
Suddenly.
A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Xu Zhengyi's mouth, his eyes no longer clouded but exceptionally clear.
"Damn! I knew something was wrong!"
Ye Bufan's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but curse, turning to run.
He was strong, but when facing the unknown, with his cautious nature, he wouldn't take any risks.
"Ahhh!!"
With a shrill scream, Ye Bufan looked back to see a sword light, seemingly out of nowhere, instantly decapitating Wu Zhen.
Blood spurted, and the head rolled to the ground, dead beyond doubt.
"Brother!"
Wu Feng, seeing this, was filled with grief and rage.
But more than that, he was terrified.
He quickly stuck several top-tier Gale Talismans on himself, retreating like a whirlwind.
"Isn't it too late to leave now?"
A domineering and cold voice came from the other side of the hill, followed by a blue flying sword.
The terrifying sword aura almost split the hill, its speed boundless, catching up to Wu Feng in an instant.
"Little Sword Immortal?! How is it possible, why are you here?!"
Wu Feng, seeing the sword light, screamed in fear, hurriedly summoning the bronze mirror, shooting out dozens of black lights.
However.
As soon as the black lights touched the sword light, they were shattered, and even the bronze mirror was knocked away, clattering to the ground.
"Spare me! I..."
Wu Feng's desperate scream was abruptly cut off.
The sword light flashed across him, his protective barrier like paper, slicing him in half.
Dead on the spot!
"Waited so long, only to get a few weaklings. With such little strength, you wanted to kidnap someone from the Shangqing Palace?"
A young man in white, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, stepped on a flying sword, emerging from behind the hill. His gaze was cold, glancing at the corpses of Wu Feng's brothers with mockery.
He had been observing in secret, ensuring there were no hidden threats, lest any fish slip through the net.
Otherwise, he would have acted sooner.
This person was none other than the Little Sword Immortal Ye Bufan had seen at the auction!
"Brother, you happen to be short on Spirit Stones. There should be plenty of good stuff in the storage bags of these Heavenly Demon Sect cultivators."
Xu Zhengyi, seeing this, stepped forward with a smile.
There was no trace of his previous panic.
"You! You knew we were coming to kidnap you?!"
Mo Hong and the thin man who hadn't done much were livid, both shocked and angry.
They realized that these two from the Shangqing Palace had clearly set a trap, waiting for them to jump in!
But how was this possible?
Their coming here was known to no one but the Heavenly Demon Sect's mission hall!
"The Heavenly Demon Sect's mission hall has a spy from the Shangqing Palace!"
Liu Keqing's face turned pale, her body trembling.
"Now you know, but it's too late."
The Little Sword Immortal sneered, then frowned, looking into the distance.
There, Ye Bufan was rapidly moving away.
He had already run out of the hill.