On the barren mountain, Wang Tudou stared coldly at Monk Jingshen and demanded again, "Where's my Third Brother?!"
Monk Jingshen sat cross-legged, secretly circulating his spiritual power as he glanced at Wang Tudou, then at the Gray-Robed Woman and the fat Taoist. "Heh, I truly never imagined that a renowned Heavenly Pride of our Chaos Faction would be in bed with a Person of Order now! Wang Tudou... do you know what you're doing?"
The night breeze brushed their faces, stirring their hair.
Buzz!
An unfathomably strange, chaotic torrent of blood energy swept through the Black Iron Club like a streak of light, turning it scarlet and making it hum and tremble.
"Forget it. No more questions...!"
Wang Tudou withdrew his gaze indifferently, merely raising his right arm to point the club ahead.
Boom!
A Blood Soul True Body condensed from countless chaotic drops of blood essence suddenly appeared before Jingshen, surging with endless crimson light and carrying a sinister aura that heaven and earth could not tolerate.
Below the hill, Monk Jingshen had already prepared himself. He sprang up and shouted, "It's only three against three! We have the advantage! Come on, let's fight our way out!"
As he finished, the two Fourth Grade Cultivators who had fled here with Monk Jingshen abruptly activated their Divine Power and Spells, rose swiftly into the air, and charged straight at Wang Tudou.
Little Bad King, who had been watching coldly, immediately transmitted to Daoist Chu, "Don't just stand there! Help!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two rose almost simultaneously, each unleashing Spells as they met the two Cultivators from Huangling City without hesitation.
Nearby, Monk Jingshen wore a black kasaya, his palms pressed together as he chanted, continuously driving the spiritual energy within his abdomen. Suddenly, interwoven yellow and white auspicious light radiated