Witch Cult Attire! Daoist Sect Member?!

Clang!

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes shoved Jia Le aside, and the bronze sword flashed out.

Jia Le hurriedly blocked it.

He casually pulled out a talisman.

His aura circulated as he shouted.

"Gale Spell, go!"

The incantation took effect.

Gales swept outward in waves.

Yet the mist, just as before, did not dissipate in the slightest.

Hearing this, Daoist Priest Qian He seemed to notice something amiss.

He shouted, "Senior Disciple Brother, this Chaos Spirit Mist is empowered by a formation. An ordinary Gale Spell cannot disperse it!"

Several talismans shot out in succession, golden light appearing around them.

He raised two fingers like a sword, and his aura circulated.

The talismans scattered in all directions, forming a circle.

They began to spin.

"Barrier-Breaking Formation, activate!"

The incantation took effect!

The spinning talismans suddenly plunged into the ground.

The thick mist churned, then was abruptly blasted backward.

"It's going to break!"

Seeing this, everyone felt a surge of delight.

"Heh, is that all?"

A cold laugh rang out from within the mist.

Qi from Qi Men Dun Jia surged, and the mist that had been blasted away—

Unexpectedly surged toward the Barrier-Breaking Formation like a tide.

The talismans trembled violently.

As the surging mist drew closer and closer,

the talismans shook even more fiercely.

With a crackling sound, the talismans embedded in the ground

were all destroyed, not one surviving.

"What?!"

Daoist Priest Qian He's heart jolted at the sight.

This person's skill in formations actually surpassed mine.

No, I have to think of something.

If this formation isn't broken, something terrible may happen.

We're in the open while he's hidden, and there are so many people to protect.

We can't withstand the sudden attacks within this Chaos Spirit Mist.

If this continues, we'll probably be worn down and killed one by one.

No one will survive. What should we...

"Heh! Once I kill that strange brat, I'll slowly take the lives of you old fools."

The cold laugh rang out again from within the thick mist.

The moment the words fell,

Qi from Qi Men Dun Jia suddenly surged.

The thick mist seemed to be controlled by someone.

Like a heavy curtain of gauze, it blocked the view ahead.

Like a white ghost, it drifted toward Lin Fan and the others.

Suddenly, Dong, Nan, Xi, Bei, Jia Le, and Qingqing seemed to be struck again.

Their minds began to grow hazy, and their bodies collapsed with a crash.

They couldn't move at all, having completely lost the ability to act.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from nearby.

"Don't move! The attacks will suddenly fly out with the thick mist, making them difficult to detect."

Daoist Priest Qian He shouted anxiously.

As soon as he finished speaking,

A Dong, whose vision had already blurred,

suddenly widened his eyes.

That was...

Wasn't the Senior Disciple Brother standing beside me?

Master said it was dangerous and impossible to block.

He... what was he trying to do?!

Qingqing was dizzy and groggy, forcibly enduring the stabbing pain in her head.

She slowly opened her half-closed eyes.

She saw Lin Fan acting as though he had shut his ears to the outside world.

He paid it no mind at all and had already begun walking forward.

"Crazy!"

Qingqing's heart jolted.

Hadn't he heard what Daoist Priest Qian He said?

He couldn't go out. He mustn't!

Why? Was he trying to use himself to draw out the enemy's attack?

Qingqing stopped herself from thinking further and anxiously shouted, "Lin Fan, come back! You don't have to sacrifice yourself for us. Don't worry about us—protecting yourself is what matters most. Hurry back!"

This series of shouts

seemed to exhaust the last trace of Qingqing's strength.

"Seeking death!"

The disdainful voice rang out from within the thick mist again.

The moment the voice fell,

a sharp aura began gathering within the thick mist.

With the support of the mist and the formation,

not the slightest fluctuation of aura leaked out.

Then, a sharp and powerful aura

silently shot straight toward Lin Fan's heart.

Lin Fan looked as calm as someone who had seen the wider world.

His expression was tranquil, his heart utterly undisturbed.

He lightly stepped forward, and the central palace rose beneath his feet.

The Eight Trigrams spread outward with him at the center.

The Heaven, Earth, Human, and Spirit Plates fluctuated.

The sharp attack

was just about to touch Lin Fan's chest

when it suddenly vanished.

"Impossible!"

The person within the mist suddenly felt his heart tremble.

Why had the attack empowered by the formation and mist

actually allowed this brat to evade it?

His aura had clearly been concealed perfectly.

There was no way he could have dodged it.

Why did he seem not the least bit afraid?

How could he remain so utterly unperturbed?

Could it be...

This brat also understood Qi Men Dun Jia?!

"When it comes to Qi Men, I'm above you!"

Lin Fan raised two fingers like a sword and snorted softly.

A mysterious aura surged upward.

A majestic aura instantly enveloped everyone present.

"What is this?!"

Daoist Priest Qian He's heart jolted.

He felt himself enveloped by a powerful aura.

It actually covered the Chaos Spirit Mist and the formation empowered by it.

How profound was this? What exactly was this...

How could Lin Fan's Qi Men be so profound and mysterious?!

If the aura he had sensed outside the tent before had been like a small stream,

then the aura before him now was like a mighty river surging with waves.

The aura of the formation that had spread outward was abundant and ceaselessly flowing.

It actually possessed a grand and imposing momentum.

While Daoist Priest Qian He was still stunned,

the thick mist was suddenly blasted apart, accompanied by a muffled groan.

A figure was sent retreating again and again!

The stabbing pain in everyone's foreheads gradually receded.

Their vision slowly cleared and returned to normal.

The ten corpses had vanished without a trace along with the dispersing mist.

"That attack just now was accompanied by a formation as well. It was truly impossible to see through."

Daoist Priest Qian He looked at the retreating mist, still shaken.

"Look over there!"

Master Yixiu raised his hand and pointed.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes and Daoist Priest Qian He looked up.

They saw the person Lin Fan had just knocked back.

He had fallen several meters away and had only just steadied himself.

He was a masked man with a red cloth tied around his head.

He wore a green jacket on his upper body and a purple long skirt below.

He was even barefoot, looking like one of those charlatans who performed spirit dances.

"Witch Cult attire... He's actually a member of the Daoist Sect?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes exclaimed in shock.

Why would a Daoist attack someone from his own sect?

What exactly was going on?

Could the other party be an Evil Cultivator?

"Don't waste time thinking about it. Regroup first!"

Master Yixiu reminded them.

Daoist Priest Qian He and Daoist Priest Four-Eyes understood.

The three of them immediately started walking toward Lin Fan and the others.

Before everyone could regroup,

"Such ignorance of heaven and earth."

The masked man snorted coldly.

He spread his arms, then suddenly flicked his wrists.

Nine corpses shot out explosively.

Three of the corpses moved incredibly fast.

In an instant, they arrived before the three men and blocked their path.

The three men were entangled by the corpses that had appeared out of nowhere, throwing everything into chaos.

"Dong, Nan, Xi, Bei, Qingqing, and Jia Le, protect Attendant Wu and the Seventy-One Prince."

Seeing this, Lin Fan immediately gave his orders.

"Yes, Senior Disciple Brother!"

Dong, Nan, Xi, and Bei answered in unison.

"Senior Disciple Brother, you don't have to worry about us. We can handle it!"

Jia Le and Qingqing exchanged glances, then nodded to signal their agreement.

Lin Fan strode forward.

He advanced toward the masked man.

The masked man looked at Lin Fan with disdain.

A mere Xiantian Seventh Heaven cultivator actually dared to come forward alone.

Did he really think he could stand against me by himself?

He probably could not even save himself, yet he still wanted to protect others.

How laughable!

The masked man stopped thinking about it and immediately shook his wrist.

Several corpses pounced at Lin Fan.

Their sharp claws hooked upward and slashed viciously at him!