Seeing this, joy surged in my heart.
It worked!
Not just me—everyone on our side was excited as we watched what was happening before us.
"It hooked her!"
"It worked!"
"..."
Leng Xiurong was also filled with terror. She instinctively raised her cane and smashed it at Master.
But she was already at a disadvantage. Master yanked the iron hook in his hand.
Leng Xiurong lost her balance and fell straight to the ground. A chunk of flesh was torn from her neck on the spot.
Blood gushed out, spraying with a "sizzle, sizzle"...
Lu Changyuan had been circling around the outskirts. As soon as the opportunity arose, he sent a curse technique at her.
It struck Leng Xiurong squarely in the back...
"Ah!"
Leng Xiurong sprawled on the ground.
"Aunt Xiurong!"
"Grandma Xiurong!"
"..."
The Leng Family members cried out in terror.
But battles between experts were often decided in a single instant.
At this point, Leng Xiurong could no longer turn the tide.
Even though she tried to get up and pull away the moment she was injured—
Master and Immortal Wang Ye gave her no chance at all.
They closed in on her together, and Leng Xiurong was struck by three Daoist techniques in succession.
In the end, Master blasted her down with the Thunder Method...
Yet she still rose to her feet. However, Leng Xiurong was now at the end of her strength.
Blood from Leng Xiurong's neck had soaked her entire body. She swayed unsteadily, clearly having lost her ability to fight.
Before Master and Immortal Wang Ye could make another move, Lu Changyuan thrust a sword through Leng Xiurong's body from behind.
Blood dripped continuously from the blade.
"Aunt Xiurong!"
"Grandma!"
"It's over, it's over."
"Aunt Xiurong has no natal ghost. She can't use