The Strong Survive, the Weak Perish

A miserable howl rang out.

The three Black Ghost Faces shattered the Red Light Screen and passed effortlessly through the round-faced Head Monk's body. His body quickly withered away.

A Mini Nascent Soul that looked exactly like the round-faced Head Monk flew out of the corpse, swept up the red ancient lamp, and fled toward the distant horizon.

The Mini Nascent Soul was incredibly fast. With a single flicker, it was already dozens of yards away.

The three Black Ghost Faces blurred and merged into one, becoming a gigantic ghost face five or six yards across.

The gigantic ghost face opened its enormous, blood-filled maw and suddenly sucked in. The air rushed backward, and red light flickered over the Mini Nascent Soul as it came to a halt in midair.

"Clang!" The soul-shaking toll of a bell rang out again at that moment.

The Mini Nascent Soul's gaze froze, and it flew uncontrollably into the gigantic ghost face's mouth.

The gigantic ghost face chewed a few times. The Mini Nascent Soul didn't even have time to cry out before it was swallowed. A look of satisfaction crossed the gigantic ghost face.

Seeing this, the noblewoman and the middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction. Thanks to their careful planning, they had finally dealt with a Nascent Soul Cultivator from Qi. Their first battle had ended in victory.

The middle-aged man turned to those beside him and ordered, "Send a message to Disciple Liu. Tell her to open a gap and let us in. Kill everyone except our own people."

A black-robed cultivator acknowledged him, took out a Communication Disk, and tapped several Magic Arts onto it. He said quietly, "Junior Sister Liu, the target has been dealt with. Open a gap and let Uncle-Master Zhao and us in."

After speaking, he changed