Don't Say Such Misleading Things!

The Painted Skin Ghost tapped her toes, her form drifting down like willow catkins, landing precisely in front of the rushing Wei Qing.

Wei Qing stopped, warily watching the green-clad woman who had suddenly appeared before her.

The woman was incredibly beautiful, her brows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water. Her green robes fluttered as if she were an immortal in the bloody glow.

Yet, Wei Qing sensed an extremely discordant and eerie aura emanating from her.

Her beauty was unreal, chilling one to the bone.

She looked up and saw Wang Lang already locked in combat with the red-robed man.

The Vajra Dharma Idol shone with brilliant golden light, each strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.

But the red-robed man moved as if strolling through a garden, weaving through the golden fist shadows with ease.

He occasionally let out light chuckles, clearly having the upper hand.

"Move aside," Wei Qing said coldly. Behind her, the Black Tortoise Dharma Idol faintly materialized, its serpent and tortoise coiling, exuding a pressure as heavy as a mountain.

The Painted Skin Ghost, however, smiled, her laughter delicate and sweet. "Little girl, what's the hurry? Your companion has someone to play with, why don't you keep me company for a chat?"

Before her words had finished, a green silk ribbon flew from her sleeve, coiling around Wei Qing like a spirit snake.

Wei Qing retreated rapidly. The Black Tortoise Dharma Idol instantly solidified, a water-blue light screen blocking her front.

The green ribbon struck the light screen, emitting faint hissing sounds, and actually corroded the screen, producing wisps of white smoke.

"What poisonous methods!" Wei Qing's heart grew stern. This woman, though seemingly delicate, attacked with such venom.

The two immediately engaged in battle.

Wei Qing activated the Black Tortoise Dharma Idol, attacking and defending with equal measure, fighting steadily.

The Painted Skin Ghost, on the other hand, moved with uncanny agility. As her green ribbon danced, she would occasionally flick several human skins from her sleeve.

These skins grew upon seeing the wind, transforming into ferocious ghost shadows that lunged at Wei Qing.

Though scattered by the Black Tortoise Dharma Idol's might, they still occupied a significant portion of Wei Qing's attention.

After more than ten exchanges, Wei Qing's heart grew heavier.

The cultivation of this green-clad woman was unfathomable. She appeared relaxed and at ease, but in reality, she was completely suppressing Wei Qing.

Wei Qing even had the feeling that the other party was not using her full strength at all, merely toying with her.

"You sacrificed tens of thousands of civilians in this city, what exactly are you after?" Wei Qing asked, trying to glean information while defending.

The Painted Skin Ghost chuckled upon hearing this. "You think I'll tell you?"

She flicked her green ribbon, which transformed into a sky full of silken shadows, trapping Wei Qing within.

Then, her voice came through the silk curtain, laced with mockery. "If I don't say, what can you do to me?"

Wei Qing gritted her teeth. The Black Tortoise Dharma Idol's light flared, forcefully shattering the silken shadows.

She knew she wouldn't be able to extract any information from this woman.

Her only option now was to stall for time, hoping for a breakthrough from Wang Lang's side.

But when she glanced at the battle unfolding on the Star Gazing Platform, her heart sank even further.

Wang Lang had pushed his Vajra Dharma Idol to its absolute limit. His fist shadows were like a raging storm, even producing thirty afterimages of his tin staff per second!

Yet, the red-robed man remained composed, merely deflecting or guiding at crucial moments, dissolving the overwhelming offensive into nothingness.

Meanwhile, at another end of Black Stone City.

Zhou Xuantong felt a slight sense of relief as the city gates came into view.

Once he was out of the city, he could find a way to transmit the intelligence about Black Stone City. With that, he should earn some merit and perhaps obtain a Dharma artifact from the Demon Subduing Division.

But just as he was less than a hundred zhang from the city gates, nine women suddenly emerged from a nearby alley.

These nine women were all dressed in plain white, with peerless beauty, skin as white as snow, and hair like waterfalls.

However, they wore expressionless faces, and their steps were so light when they walked, they seemed not to be living beings.

Zhou Xuantong stopped abruptly, his internal alarm bells ringing loudly.

He could feel the cold, eerie aura emanating from these women; they were at least at the Spirit Condensation Realm!

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And he was only at the sixth level of the Qi Induction Realm. Centurion Zhao behind him was of similar strength, and the other Demon Subduing Division constables were only at the early Qi Induction stage...

"Escape!"

Zhou Xuantong made a decisive move, turning and rushing into another alley.

Centurion Zhao and the others, though unsure of the reason, knew something was terribly wrong upon seeing Zhou Xuantong's panic, and followed closely behind.

But the nine women were faster.

Their figures flickered, and they appeared like ghosts in front of Zhou Xuantong. With a light lift of their hands, several white silk ribbons flew from their sleeves.

Zhou Xuantong shouted, unleashing his full Qi Induction Realm cultivation, and struck out with his palm.

But the white silk ribbons were soft and yielded to force, lightly coiling around his arm.

A chilling, evil energy surged along his arm, straight into his meridians. Zhou Xuantong stiffened, and the earth-attribute energy he cultivated within his body immediately became sluggish.

Within a few breaths, Zhou Xuantong was tightly bound by the white silk and thrown to the ground.

Centurion Zhao and the others were also easily subdued, unable to resist.

Nine Skin Corpses dragged the captives and turned towards the Star Gazing Platform.

Zhou Xuantong struggled desperately, but felt the white silk binding him tighten. The evil energy invaded his meridians, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

It's over...

This was his last thought before losing consciousness.

On the Star Gazing Platform, the battle had reached its climax.

Wang Lang's Vajra Dharma Idol grew fiercer with every exchange, pouring his full strength into every punch and every kick.

The Vajra Qi and Grand Righteous Qi within his body surged like a great river, never-ending, showing no signs of depletion.

The Blood Eye Protector, initially calm, gradually began to frown.

He was a third-tier Profound Connection Realm Heretical Cultivator, a full major realm higher than Wang Lang.

Logically, a Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator should not last ten moves against him.

Yet this young man before him had not only lasted over a hundred moves but was growing stronger with each one!

What shocked him even more was Wang Lang's seemingly inexhaustible stamina.

Such a fierce and overbearing Dharma Idol should consume a tremendous amount of energy, but Wang Lang's performance far exceeded the capabilities of an ordinary Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator.

"Good kid, you truly are strange."

The Blood Eye Protector blocked a heavy punch from Wang Lang, a look of admiration growing in his blood-red eyes.

"As expected of the one I've taken an interest in."

Hearing this, Wang Lang felt his backside clench again.

"Don't say things that can be misunderstood!"

He roared, "Take this staff!"

In this attack, Wang Lang held nothing back.

In the hands of the Vajra Dharma Idol, the Town Mountain Tin Staff, carrying brilliant golden light, smashed down!

The Blood Eye Protector's pupils contracted, and he finally stopped underestimating his opponent.

His red robe billowed, and a surge of blood-red light erupted around him. A gigantic blood-red claw extended from the light, fiercely grabbing towards the massive tin staff.

BOOM!

The collision of golden and red light erupted with a world-shattering roar.

The Star Gazing Platform trembled violently, the edges of the stone platform cracked, and debris rained down.

As the light dispersed, the Vajra Dharma Idol was seen retreating more than ten steps, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of its mouth.

The Blood Eye Protector, however, only retreated three steps. His red robe fluttered, and for the first time, a genuine look of solemnity appeared in his blood-red eyes.

"A fine Vajra Dharma Idol."

He spoke slowly, his voice deep, "Kid, I'll ask you one last time, are you willing to join my Kunlun God Sect?"

"With your talent, if you receive the true teachings of my Divine Sect, you will surely reach the Profound Connection Realm within ten years. At that time, wouldn't it be wonderful to roam freely anywhere in the world?"

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