"Devil! He's not human!"
The Wild Wolf Gang members completely collapsed.
Someone let out a desperate scream, threw down his weapon, and turned to run.
It was as if that were a signal. The remaining gang members' morale plummeted.
"Brother Feng, I'll help you!"
From behind the shield formation, Han Li let out a loud shout and leaped out as well.
Although he did not have Han Feng's terrifying External Martial Arts defense, his Eighth Level of Qi Refining cultivation, combined with the Smoke-Mist Steps, made his Movement Technique equally elusive and strange. He weaved freely through the chaotic battle.
"The Seven Profound Trio live and die together... How could it be complete without me!"
Li Feiyu's blood surged, and he shouted heroically.
He charged into the battlefield right behind Han Li.
His Movement Technique was not as profound as Han Feng and Han Li's, but it was still at the pinnacle of the martial world.
His saber technique was even more broad and powerful, specifically targeting the enemies carrying crossbows.
Once engaged at close range, those cumbersome military crossbows became liabilities.
The Wild Wolf Gang's formation instantly dissolved into chaos.
"Kill!"
Seeing this, the Seven Profound Sect disciples no longer had any reservations.
At Vice Sect Master Wu's command, they first advanced steadily with their shields raised.
When they drew near, they used the heavy Fine Steel shields in their hands as weapons, smashing them viciously into the enemies before drawing their sabers and joining the battle.
These men were originally elites of the sect. Now their morale soared like a rainbow, while the Wild Wolf Gang members had long since been scared witless, most of them fleeing in disarray.
The situation instantly reversed.
On the high slope, Martial Uncle Ancestor Sword Dust watched this overwhelming scene and nodded in satisfaction, but he did not make another move.
There was no need to use a butcher's cleaver to slaughter a chicken.
With the monster Han Feng present, his old bones were no longer needed.
Just then, Han Feng's divine sense firmly locked onto a direction.
Jia Tianlong was leading several trusted subordinates and fleeing into the distance amid the chaos.
"Martial Uncle Ancestor, Sect Master Wu, I'll leave things here to you!"
Han Feng left those words behind, then moved and rapidly pursued Jia Tianlong in the direction he had fled.
When Han Li and Li Feiyu saw this, they abandoned their current enemies without hesitation and immediately followed.
The three moved like ghosts, one in front and two behind, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
They pursued them for seven or eight li.
Far ahead, a pavilion built beside the mountain road appeared.
There were several figures in the pavilion.
Jia Tianlong, at the head, had stopped running. He was bowing to one of the people seated inside, his posture humble to the extreme.
It was a lecherous-looking young man. He was embracing two women on either side, enjoying the service of the four young beauties around him.
One woman was massaging his shoulders, while another was pouring him wine. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Immortal Master Lin, save me! Save me!"
Jia Tianlong's voice was choked with sobs, filled with the fear of having narrowly escaped death.
"I'm willing to offer ten more beautiful women, as well as... as well as a two-hundred-year-old wild ginseng. I only ask that Immortal Master save my life!"
This lecherous young man before him was the trump card Jia Tianlong had hired at great expense.
He had specifically brought him in to deal with the three reclusive old monsters of the Seven Profound Sect.
"What are you panicking about?"
The young man called Immortal Master Lin lazily raised his eyelids, took a sip of fine wine, and looked completely unconcerned.
"They're nothing but ordinary mortals. Once my flying sword is released, I can behead them all in an instant."
As soon as he finished speaking.
A cold voice came from nearby.
"Is that so?"
Jia Tianlong's entire body trembled, and he abruptly turned around.
Han Feng, Han Li, and Li Feiyu had somehow already arrived nearby and were walking over at an unhurried pace.
"You..."
Immortal Master Lin had initially worn a look of disdain.
But when his gaze fell on Han Feng and Han Li, the mouthful of wine he had just taken erupted from his mouth with a "pfft."
He sprang up from his seat, roughly shoving away the four women beside him.
"Cultivators? You're cultivators too?"
His voice was shrill, filled with disbelief.
"One at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining, yet instead of cultivating properly in your cave abode, you came to throw your weight around in the mortal world..."
Han Li's Heavenly Eye Technique had long since seen through his opponent's true level. He could not help but let out a mocking laugh.
This so-called Immortal Master Lin was probably the same sort of person as Yu Zhitong.
Having realized that he had no hope of advancing along the immortal path, he had sunk into mortal power and pleasure, willingly degenerating.
Seventh Layer of Qi Refining?
A cultivator?
Jia Tianlong, who had been listening to this exchange nearby, was completely dumbfounded.
Li Feiyu was equally confused and could not understand what they were talking about at all.
Wasn't there only one Immortal Master?
How could the Han brothers...
Cold sweat instantly beaded Immortal Master Lin's forehead.
Han Li's cultivation was about the same as his own, but the faint fluctuations of Magic Power around Han Feng made his heart pound with terror.
That pressure was far beyond what someone at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining like him could compare with.
He immediately put on a fawning smile.
"Fellow Daoists, please calm down, please calm down! I have no enmity with the Seven Profound Sect, and I never attacked you!"
"This fool didn't know his own limits and offended you two Fellow Daoists. I'll kill him right now to show my sincerity!"
To save his life, Immortal Master Lin acted with extraordinary decisiveness.
He slapped the Storage Bag at his waist, and a streak of blue light shot out.
It was a palm-sized Blue Flying Sword. It circled once in the air, moving as fast as lightning.
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