Don't Say Things That Give People the Wrong Idea!

Painted Skin Ghost lightly tapped her toes against the ground, drifting down like willow catkins and landing directly in front of the hurriedly approaching Wei Qing.

Wei Qing stopped short, watching the blue-robed woman who had suddenly appeared before her with wary eyes.

The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, her brows like distant mountains and her eyes like autumn waters. Her blue robes fluttered in the blood-colored glow, making her seem like an immortal about to ascend.

Yet Wei Qing sensed an utterly discordant, eerie aura from her.

That beauty was too unreal, so beautiful that it sent a chill through one's heart.

She looked up and saw that Wang Lang was already locked in battle with the man in red.

The Vajra Dharma Idol blazed with golden light, every strike carrying the force to shatter mountains and split rocks.

Yet the red-robed man strolled through the golden shadows of fists as though taking a leisurely walk in a garden.

From time to time, he even let out soft chuckles, clearly handling the fight with ease.

"Move." Wei Qing's voice was cold. Behind her, the Black Tortoise Dharma Idol faintly emerged, turtle and serpent entwined, radiating a mountain-heavy pressure.

Painted Skin Ghost smiled, her laughter soft and sweet. "Little girl, why the rush? Someone is keeping your companion entertained, so why not keep me company for a chat?"

Before her words had faded, a strip of green silk flew from her sleeve, coiling toward Wei Qing like a nimble serpent.

Wei Qing retreated rapidly. The Black Tortoise Dharma Idol instantly solidified, raising an azure curtain of light before her.

The green silk struck the light curtain with a hissing sound, corroding it until wisps of white smoke rose.

What a vicious method! Wei Qing's heart tightened. This woman looked frail and delicate, yet her attacks were so venomous.

The two immediately clashed.

Wei Qing drove the Black Tortoise Dharma Idol, balancing offense and defense as she fought steadily and solidly.

Painted Skin Ghost, meanwhile, moved with uncanny unpredictability. As her green silk danced, she occasionally flicked several sheets of human skin from her sleeves.

The human skins swelled at the touch of wind, transforming into savage ghostly shadows that pounced at Wei Qing.

Though the Black Tortoise Dharma Idol blasted them apart, they still divided much of Wei Qing's attention.

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

This blue-robed woman's cultivation was unfathomable. She seemed relaxed and at ease, but in truth, she had completely suppressed Wei Qing.

Wei Qing even had the feeling that her opponent had not used her full strength at all and was merely toying with her.

"You blood-sacrificed tens of thousands of citizens in this city. What exactly are you after?" Wei Qing asked while defending herself, trying to draw information from her.

Painted Skin Ghost giggled at that. "You think I would tell you?"

With a shake of her green silk, it transformed into a sky full of silk shadows, trapping Wei Qing within.

Her teasing voice then passed through the curtain of silk. "If I refuse to say it, what can you do to me?"

Wei Qing gritted her teeth. The Black Tortoise Dharma Idol flared brilliantly, forcibly blasting apart the silk shadows.

She knew she was unlikely to get anything from this woman.

For now, all she could do was delay for time and wait for a possible turn in Wang Lang's battle.

But when she caught sight of the battle atop the Star Gazing Platform, her heart sank even deeper.

Wang Lang had pushed the Vajra Dharma Idol to its limit. His fist shadows poured down like a violent storm, and he even swung out thirty afterimages of the tin staff in a single second!

Yet the red-robed man remained composed. With only a light deflection here and a casual redirection there, he dissolved the overwhelming assault into nothing.

Meanwhile, at the other end of Black Stone City.

Seeing the city gate close at hand, Zhou Xuantong felt slightly relieved.

As long as he made it out of the city, he could find a way to send out the intelligence on Black Stone City. There would surely be some merit in that, and exchanging it for a Magic Tool from the Demon Subduing Division should not be difficult.

But when he was less than a hundred zhang from the city gate, nine women suddenly emerged from the alley ahead.

All nine wore plain white robes. They were exquisitely beautiful, with snow-white skin and long hair cascading like waterfalls.

Yet their faces were expressionless, and their steps were so light that they did not seem like living people.

Zhou Xuantong halted abruptly, alarm bells ringing madly in his heart.

He could sense cold, eerie auras emanating from these women. Each had at least the cultivation of the Spirit Condensation Realm!

And he himself was only at the sixth level of the Qi Induction Realm. Centurion Zhao behind him was about as strong as he was, while the other Demon Subduing Division constables were only in the early stages of Qi Induction...

"Run!"

Zhou Xuantong made his decision without hesitation, turning and charging into another alley.

Though Centurion Zhao and the others did not understand what was happening, they knew something was terribly wrong when they saw Zhou Xuantong so panicked, and they hurried after him.

But the nine women were faster.

Their figures flickered, and they appeared before Zhou Xuantong like ghosts. Their pale hands lifted gently as several white silk strips flew from their sleeves.

Zhou Xuantong shouted and unleashed the full force of his Qi Induction Realm cultivation, striking out with his palm.

But the white silk yielded softly to force. With a light twist, it wrapped around his arm.

A wave of icy, sinister qi surged from his arm straight into his meridians. Zhou Xuantong's entire body stiffened, and the circulation of the earth-attributed qi he cultivated immediately became sluggish.

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

Centurion Zhao and the others were likewise subdued with ease, powerless to resist.

The nine Skin Corpses dragged their captives and turned toward the Star Gazing Platform.

Zhou Xuantong struggled desperately, but the white silk binding him only tightened further. Sinister qi invaded his meridians, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

It's over...

That was his final thought before losing consciousness.

On the Star Gazing Platform, the battle had already reached a white-hot stage.

Wang Lang's Vajra Dharma Idol grew fiercer with every exchange. Every punch and every kick contained the full extent of his strength.

Meanwhile, the Vajra Qi and Grand Righteous Qi within him surged endlessly like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, showing not the slightest sign of exhaustion.

Blood Eye Protector's initial composure gradually gave way to a frown.

He was a Third Rank Heretical Cultivator of the Profound Connection Realm, an entire major realm above Wang Lang.

By all reason, a Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator should not have lasted ten moves before him.

Yet this brat before him had not only endured over a hundred moves, but had instead grown stronger and stronger!

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

That Dharma Idol was fierce and domineering, and its consumption should have been immense. Yet Wang Lang's performance had already far surpassed the scope of an ordinary Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator.

"Good brat. You truly are strange."

Blood Eye Protector deflected one of Wang Lang's heavy punches, and the appreciation in his blood-red eyes deepened.

"No wonder you are the one I have taken a liking to."

At those words, Wang Lang felt his asshole tighten again.

"Don't say things that give people the wrong idea!"

He roared, "Take my staff!"

Wang Lang held nothing back in this strike.

In the Vajra Dharma Idol's hands, the Town Mountain Tin Staff came crashing down from above, carrying dazzling golden radiance!

Blood Eye Protector's pupils contracted slightly. At last, he stopped underestimating his opponent.

His red robes billowed as blood light surged around him. A gigantic scarlet claw thrust out from the blood glow and viciously grabbed at the enormous tin staff.

Boom!

Golden and crimson light collided violently, erupting in an earth-shaking roar.

The Star Gazing Platform shook violently. The edge of the stone platform cracked apart, and shattered rocks pattered down.

When the light faded, Wang Lang's Vajra Dharma Idol had retreated more than ten steps, a thread of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Blood Eye Protector, however, had retreated only three steps. His red robes snapped in the wind, and for the first time, true gravity appeared in his blood-red eyes.

"What a Vajra Dharma Idol."

He slowly spoke, his voice low. "Brat, I will ask you one last time. Are you willing to join my Kunlun God Sect?"

"With your talent, if you obtain the true teachings of my divine sect, you will surely reach the Profound Connection Realm within ten years. When that time comes, from the ends of the earth to the corners of the sea, you may roam wherever you please. Would that not be wonderful?"