Fu Qing's pretty face turned cold at those words. Her black scythe was already in her hand as she said disdainfully, "Kill me? Why don't you take a piss and look at your reflection? Do you think you're worthy?"
Yun Che's gaze remained calm. He gently placed his left hand on Fu Qing's shoulder, signaling her to stay calm.
His divine sense had long since probed these thieves' cultivation with perfect clarity. Their leader was merely a late-stage upper position god, while most of the others were lower position gods and spirit gods. A lineup like this posed no threat to him whatsoever.
"Heh, quite a sharp little tongue." A sinister chuckle came from beneath the lead thief's mask. "You think I'm not worthy? In a moment, I'll have you crying and begging for mercy."
With that, he abruptly waved his hand. "Attack! Take them alive! This girl looks tender and delicate. She's sure to fetch a good price!"
At his command, dozens of thieves attacked at once. Their figures became even more elusive within the miasma. The short blades in their hands gleamed with a ghostly green, poisonous light, slicing through the air with sharp whistles as they struck at Yun Che and Fu Qing from every direction.
Stranger still, the ground beneath their feet churned again. More black vines grew upward like mad, as though summoned, trying to coil around the pair's legs and restrict their movements.
"Cheap tricks." Yun Che snorted coldly, unleashing the divine power within him without holding anything back. Golden divine radiance spread outward from him, forming an enormous golden barrier that sheltered both him and Fu Qing.
The incoming short blades struck the barrier with a series of crisp clangs, yet could not leave even a single crack.
As for the black vines