As for Zhao Hanyue and the three others...

He looked toward the three figures madly besieging in the center of the battlefield, his gaze turned colder.

Twenty years of grievances, today will be personally ended by the senior brother, in order to sever the Heart Demon.

"Senior sister, do you remember the driverless paths on the way to the Imperial City?" Zhou Qing suddenly turned to Luo Lingling and transmitted a message.

Luo Lingling was astonished. Of course she remembered, several times, even though Xiao Qing was clearly on the deck, for some reason, she always inadvertently ignored his presence.

Xiao Qing even complained about her always being startled.

Although Xiao Qing didn’t explain, she knew this might be some kind of invisible enhancement brought by the Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown.

"I don’t want anyone to escape; you take care of the old hen first, and her!" Zhou Qing slowly took out the Tetanus and advised.

Luo Lingling wanted to speak but hesitated, finally just tightening her grip on the restless old hen in her arms, "Be careful."

Zhou Qing nodded slightly. For some reason, at this moment, he had a feeling that he would definitely be ignored by them.

In that case, let’s have some fun.

Subsequently, Zhou Qing touched the chicken-head mask on his face, and then openly walked towards the first target.

Until he stood half a foot behind that Divinity Transformation Cultivator, the other party was still unaware.

"It seems a man’s sixth sense is sometimes quite accurate." The corners of the mouth under the mask slightly raised.

He even had the leisure to turn around and make a victory gesture to his distant senior sister.

Lan Caiting widened her eyes, unable to believe someone dared to be so brazen under the gaze of five Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection cultivators.

Simply wildly fearless!

Luo Lingling could only helplessly facepalm, using lip shapes to silently warn him not to overdo it.

Cold light flashed unexpectedly.

The next moment, the Tetanus stabbed into the first cultivator’s neck like a venomous serpent, golden Spiritual Power instantly sealing the Primordial Spirit.

This Divinity Transformation Cultivator was originally focused on staring at the central battlefield, suddenly feeling a chill around his neck.

He reached out in confusion, only to feel warm liquid—before he could react, someone gently supported him.

A gentle whisper sounded beside his ear, "Relax, take a deep breath, dizziness is normal..."

The last thing he saw was a comical chicken-head mask, and then consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.

Zhou Qing gently supported his limp body, laying it flat on the ground, wiping the blood stains from the Broken Sword on him.

The second cultivator was watching the battle with arms crossed, sudden chest pain came.

Looking down, a rusted Broken Sword had unknowingly pierced through the heart.

He wanted to shout, but found that his throat could only produce "ho ho" breaths.

The third, the fourth...

Like this, Zhou Qing moved like an invisible grim reaper, every strike was precise and elegant.

The pupils of Lan Caiting, who was bound and "gagged," shrank violently; she watched Zhou Qing’s figure continuously shuttle around the battlefield perimeter.

Those Divinity Transformation Cultivators who were usually very vigilant, this moment seemed to be cast with an Immobilization Spell, completely unaware of the death close at hand.

Are these people blind? Such a large living person can’t be seen?

The most absurd thing was, sometimes Zhou Qing acted between two cultivators, and yet the other person was still focused on the central battle. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Is the Ghost Mastiff’s fight really that captivating?

Years of life-and-death experience fed to dogs?

Where’s the vigilance?

Answer me!

Meanwhile, in the center of the battlefield, the battle between Ghost Mastiff and the three reached madness.

Zhao Hanyue’s Profound Iron Heavy Sword slashed open Ghost Mastiff’s left shoulder, the wound deep to the bone, blood gushing like a spring.

But Ghost Mastiff didn’t even furrow a brow, the Black Scale Spear, like a vicious flood dragon, pierced Man Jinggang’s abdomen with a sharp whistle.

The spear tip flicked, bringing out a viscera with blood dripping.

"Crack!"

Man Jinggang’s wolf fang stick smashed heavily on Ghost Mastiff’s ribs, two ribs breaking with the sound.

Ghost Mastiff grunted, yet used the momentum to spin, the spear shaft sweeping horizontally, shattering Zhao Hanyue’s knee.

The latter screamed, kneeling, the sword tip screeching across the ground.

"Zheng——"

Mo Lanxin’s zither strings coiled like venomous snakes on Ghost Mastiff’s back, deeply cutting into the flesh.

Ghost Mastiff grinned fiercely, instead of retreating, he advanced; allowing the zither strings to plow out eerie white bones on his back, yet in his hand, the spear stabbed like lightning at Mo Lanxin’s throat.

"Puff!"

The spear pierced through the fragrant shoulder, raising a burst of blood flowers.

Mo Lanxin staggered back, the zither "bang" hitting the ground, the seven strings breaking together.

The three were shocked to find, the heavier Ghost Mastiff was injured, the fiercer the battle intent in those eagle eyes burned.

His blood-soaked appearance, looked like an Asura climbed out of hell.

Almost simultaneously, as the last Outer Cultivator fell, Elder Nangong Xuan seemed to feel something turning his head...

PS: It’s the end of the month, asking for a monthly ticket...