Li Feiyu: You Brothers Are Actually Immortals?

"Demon! He's not human!"

The members of the Wild Wolf Gang were utterly broken.

Someone let out a desperate scream, dropped their weapon, and turned to flee.

That was like a signal; the morale of the remaining gang members plummeted.

"Brother Feng, I'll help you!"

From behind the shield formation, Han Li let out a loud shout and shot out from among the shields.

Though he didn't have the terrifying External Martial Arts protection like Han Feng, his cultivation at the Eighth Level of Qi Refining, combined with the Smoke-Mist Steps, made his Movement Technique just as elusive and eerie, allowing him to weave through the chaotic army with ease.

"The Seven Profound Trio live and die together... how could I be missing!"

Li Feiyu's blood surged with excitement, and he let out a bold, heroic shout.

He followed Han Li into the battlefield.

His Movement Technique wasn't as mystical as Han Feng's or Han Li's, but it was still top-tier in the martial world.

His blade style was wide and sweeping, specifically targeting enemies holding crossbows.

Once he got close, those bulky military crossbows became nothing but dead weight.

The Wild Wolf Gang's formation instantly turned into a mess.

"Kill!"

Seeing this, the disciples of the Seven Profound Sect had no more reservations.

Vice Sect Master Wu gave the order, and the men first advanced steadily with their shields raised.

Once the distance closed, they hurled their heavy Fine Steel shields as weapons, smashing them viciously into the enemy, then drew their blades and joined the fight.

These men were the sect's elite to begin with, and now their morale was soaring, while the Wild Wolf Gang's people had already been scared out of their wits, most of them fleeing in panic.

The tide had turned in an instant.

On the high slope, Martial Uncle Ancestor Sword Dust watched this devastating scene and nodded in satisfaction, but he didn't make another move.

Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?

With a freak like Han Feng around, there was no need for his old bones.

Just then, Han Feng's divine sense locked onto a direction.

Jia Tianlong was leading a few trusted men, taking advantage of the chaos to flee into the distance.

"Uncle Ancestor, Sect Master Wu, leave this place to you!"

Han Feng left a word, then moved, chasing swiftly in the direction Jia Tianlong had fled.

Han Li and Li Feiyu saw this and, without hesitation, abandoned their current enemies and followed immediately.

The three of them, one in front and two behind, moved like ghosts, vanishing from everyone's sight in an instant.

They chased for seven or eight li.

A pavilion built beside the mountain path appeared far ahead.

Inside the pavilion were several figures.

Jia Tianlong, at the lead, had stopped running. He was bowing deeply to someone seated in the pavilion, his posture utterly servile.

It was a lecherous-looking young man, who was lounging with a woman on each arm, attended by four Young Women.

Some of the women were massaging his shoulders, others pouring his wine—he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Immortal Master Lin, save me! Save me!"

Jia Tianlong's voice was choked with tears, filled with the terror of a narrow escape.

"I'm willing to offer ten more beauties, and one... one two-hundred-year-old wild ginseng, just beg the Immortal Master to act and save my life!"

This lecherous young man was the trump card he had paid a fortune to hire.

Specifically meant to deal with the three reclusive old monsters of the Seven Profound Sect.

"What's the panic?"

The young man called Immortal Master Lin lazily lifted his eyelids, took a sip of fine wine, and looked unconcerned.

"They're just a bunch of mortals. Once my Flying Sword is out, I'll have their heads in an instant."

No sooner had he spoken.

A cold voice came from not far away.

"Is that so?"

Jia Tianlong shuddered and whipped his head around.

He saw Han Feng, Han Li, and Li Feiyu—the three of them—had somehow already arrived nearby and were walking slowly forward.

"You..."

Immortal Master Lin had been full of disdain at first.

But when his gaze fell on Han Feng and Han Li, the mouthful of wine he had just taken sprayed out in a "pfft."

He shot up from his seat, roughly shoving aside the four women beside him.

"Cultivators? You're cultivators too?"

His voice was shrill, thick with disbelief.

"A Seventh Layer of Qi Refining, and instead of cultivating properly in your cave dwelling, you come throwing your weight around in the mortal world..."

Han Li had already seen through the other's cultivation with his Heavenly Eye Technique, and couldn't help but let out a scornful laugh.

This so-called Immortal Master Lin was likely the same sort of scum as Yu Zhitong.

Having lost hope in the path of immortality, he wallowed in mortal power and pleasure, willingly debasing himself.

Seventh Layer of Qi Refining?

Cultivators?

Off to the side, Jia Tianlong was completely baffled by this exchange.

Li Feiyu was equally confused, understanding none of what was being said.

Wasn't there only one immortal master?

How could the Han brothers...

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Immortal Master Lin's forehead.

Han Li's cultivation was on par with his own, but the faint, elusive ripple of Magic Power from Han Feng sent a chill racing down his spine.

That pressure was far beyond what a mere Seventh Layer of Qi Refining could match.

He immediately plastered on a fawning smile.

"Fellow Daoists, please calm down, calm down! I have no grudge against the Seven Profound Sect, and I haven't made a move against you!"

"This fool doesn't know his place and has offended you both. I'll take care of him right now and kill him to show my sincerity!"

To save his own skin, Immortal Master Lin acted without hesitation.

He slapped the Storage Bag at his waist, and a streak of blue light shot forth.

It was a palm-sized Blue Flying Sword, which circled in the air once, swift as lightning.