Hunting Time

The human head that Mu Gaofeng had rolled on the ground didn't show much fear in his eyes, only a slight look of astonishment.

Clearly, he didn't realize what had happened before he died; he only felt a blur before his eyes went black, and then it was all over.

"Run!"

Yu Jizi suddenly shouted and drew his sword to run away.

Just as the three members of the Mount Tai Sect, whose names begin with the character "Yu," were about to escape, they turned around and saw that the injured White Board Fiend had already leaped onto the top of the wall.

He was indeed a seasoned veteran, decisive and ruthless, without even giving a word of warning to Qinghai One-Eyed Wolf's own apprentice.

The White Board Fiend reacted the fastest. He only felt a blur before his eyes and knew that Ji Boying's kung fu was terrifying and that he was definitely not someone he could handle. So he refused to get involved in this mess any further.

He leaped onto the top of the wall and was about to escape.

With legs slightly bent, it was about to leap out of the courtyard and onto the street, where the sky was high and birds could fly freely.

With a light leap forward, it truly resembled a large black bird with its limbs spread out, tracing an arc in mid-air before landing heavily on its rear end next to Mu Gaofeng's corpse.

"Hero, spare my life! I surrender! We have no grudge against each other!"

Just as the White Board Fiend was about to jump into the street, Ji Boying moved swiftly and blocked his way again, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying back.

After being kicked hard by Ji Boying, his buttocks and tailbone slammed heavily onto the bluestone floor. The White Board Fiend felt a sharp pain in his chest, had difficulty breathing, and his vision went black. Before he could regain his senses, he quickly begged for mercy.

Before anyone could react to Ji Boying's terrifying Lightness Skill, everyone was still reeling.

All I could see was Ji Boying standing atop the wall, sword in one hand, and gently waving his left.

Just as the White Board Fiend was about to raise its head and regain its sight, its eyes were plunged back into darkness.

Tianmen looked down and saw that the White Board Fiend had a Bone-Penetrating Nails embedded between his eyebrows, leaving a bloody hole the thickness of a finger. His head drooped limply, and his lifelong prestige vanished in an instant.

Many people may not know the shock value of taking down the White Board Fiend, but Qinghai One-Eyed Wolf certainly does.

His strength is considerable, placing him among the top tier in the martial arts world. He can even hold his own against some of the weaker leaders of the Five Great Mountains Sword Sects.

His master, the White Board Fiend, was a terrifying figure who could stop children from crying at night more than a decade ago!

Now that the White Board Fiend is dead here, Qinghai One-Eyed Wolf dares not linger. He frantically swung his fists forward twice, forcing Liu Zhengfeng back and trying to escape.

Ji Boying, standing atop the wall, didn't hold back and distributed four Bodhi Seed in succession.

The four Bodhi Seed, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, struck the backs of the knees of Yu Jizi and his two Qinghai One-Eyed Wolves.

The three old guys, Yu Jizi Qinghai One-Eyed Wolf, however, knelt down and used his knee to smash his kneecap to pieces. He then used the recoil to leap up again.

They were clearly ruthless; even with a broken leg, they were determined to escape.

But with Ji Boying's intervention, Liu Zhengfeng was not about to fail again. Mount Heng Swordplay Returning Wind Falling Goose Sword -Small Falling Goose Form was his signature move.

With a series of flashes of sword light, the life of Qinghai One-Eyed Wolf was ended.

"Nephew, spare me! Nephew, spare me! You can't kill your fellow disciples!"

The three old men Yu Jizi, were already begging for mercy with snot and tears streaming down their white beards.

Before Daoist Master Tianmen could even make things difficult...

"Colluding with demonic and heretical sects to murder their own sect leader, they deserve to die!"

The old man Tiansong, had already taken two steps forward and, with one sword, chopped off three heads.

Although this old Daoist priest's martial arts skills were mediocre, he hated evil as if it were his enemy, had a fiery temper, and was decisive in his actions, which saved Tianmen from trouble and allowed Tianmen to breathe a sigh of relief.

Ji Boying landed lightly and stood side by side with Yue Buqun.

Tong Baixiong and his group became quite nervous at this moment.

Ji Boying's sword was too sharp, his movements too swift, and his hidden weapons too vicious.

Despite the presence of forty or fifty experts from the Demonic Cult Sect, they lacked confidence in dealing with them. In particular, the older members of the sect, who were more experienced, knew how terrifying Ji Boying was, and they could vaguely see the figure of Dongfang Bubai.

I just watched as Ji Boying and Yue Buqun killed off the enemies one after another.

The slightest bit of regret that had arisen has now vanished, and everyone is thankful that they didn't act rashly.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The killing of Mu Gaofeng and his men may seem to have weakened their side, but if they had made a move just now, I don't know how many people would have died to stop Ji Boying. His elusive movements, sharp sword, and vicious hidden weapons were truly formidable!

"Elder Tong, why aren't you making a move? What are you waiting for? Are you afraid?"

Wang Cheng was shouting there, his expression tense, his throat bobbing, and he couldn't help but swallow a few times.

He was clearly genuinely scared.

"Elder Wang, don't go too far!"

Several old men started scolding him together; Tong Baixiong was highly respected among their group.

Looking at the old men who were scolding him, Wang Cheng felt a little scared, but his eyes were also full of ruthlessness and impatience.

Yang Lianting was right to get rid of these guys; they're all a bunch of old fogies!

"The Black Wood Token is here!"

"You!"

The old men paused, speechless.

Tong Baixiong remained silent, gazing intently at Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng remained silent, simply holding the Black Wood Token up to his eyes.

A sense of tension spread through the crowd, making the dozens of experts quite nervous.

After a brief standoff of two or three breaths, Tong Baixiong turned his head back.

Everyone, young and old, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Without reinforcements arriving, and without relying on sheer numbers, the Mount Hua Sect is truly difficult to deal with."

Tong Baixiong was just as anxious.

The two thousand followers, for some reason, did not receive any support, which gave them a bad feeling. Especially after seeing Ji Boying, who had just been confronting them, start killing indiscriminately as soon as the signal sounded.

Tong Baixiong had no choice but to explain.

"Disciples of the Divine Cult are never afraid of death."

Wang Cheng lowered his head, and his casual remark left everyone speechless.

But with the Black Wood Token protecting him, who would dare to do anything to him?

Tong Baixiong lowered his eyelids, and had a general premonition of what was going on.

"Once this matter is settled, if we old brothers are still alive, we will definitely ask the leader for an explanation."

He uttered a harsh statement in vain.

"Let's do it!"

We can only rely on these experts to help us out.

A group of people scattered and rushed towards Ji Boying and Yue Buqun in an instant.

Ji Boying could tell from their slightly tense atmosphere that it was pretty much what he had expected; it was indeed about Tian Chengzi's old story.

He remained calm as they charged towards him, and the signals he received gave him a clear understanding of the situation.