Qingming had become a merciless fighting machine. At Lin Bai's command to attack, he flicked his fly-whisk and unleashed Immortal Points the Way, enveloping everyone from the Blood Shadow Gate.
"Whelp, you dare!" Lan Nuotian paled in shock and raised his hand, releasing a blast of blood aura to shield his disciples.
"Why wouldn't I dare? You want to kill me, and I'm supposed to make life easy for you? Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon you can squeeze?" Lin Bai laughed and tossed out a Blank Card, enveloping Daoist Qingling, who lay on the ground with barely a breath left in him.
The young Taoists from the Returning Dragon Temple had rushed over to feed Qingling a pill, but before they could put it into his mouth, the card's soft glow knocked them aside.
Before everyone's incredulous eyes, Daoist Qingling was sealed inside the card, which spun back into Lin Bai's hand.
A thirty percent chance of success, plus an unknown fortune stat.
The sealing succeeded on the first attempt.
Meanwhile.
Little Fox had finished reciting its second set of tongue twisters.
Lin Bai raised his hand and unleashed another Palm Thunder, striking at Lan Nuotian as he fought Qingming.
Lan Nuotian was prepared. His robe instantly billowed out, radiating a red layer of bloody light that covered his head.
Crack!
The Palm Thunder struck the robe.
A patch of the robe was scorched black, and its bloody glow thinned considerably, but it did not break.
Lan Nuotian swung his sword, releasing another blast of blood aura to force Qingming back.
In his puppet state, Qingming had abandoned defense entirely. Even covered in wounds, he focused solely on attacking, refusing to stop until death.
Lan Nuotian shouted angrily, "Liu Mingshan, Pei Lie, why are you standing there