Mythical Cultivation

They shouted in unison, "Your Majesty's might shakes the world! Your subordinates are utterly in awe of you!"

Faced with the flattery and worship of the crowd, the man in the black shirt nodded slightly in response.

His voice remained deep and authoritative: "Very well, although you are not up to the task, you have done a good job in attracting so many high-quality 'blood food' this time."

"In that case, all of you shall rise!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators stood up as if granted a pardon, and said with fawning smiles, "It is truly an honor for us to serve the Venerable Lord!"

You are actually demons from the Blood Fiend Sect!

Qin Ming roared, his face contorted with rage, his voice filled with resentment and despair.

Recalling the man in the black robe who was willing to offend all the forces present, he was determined to force them to surrender to his side.

Coupled with his conversation with the other party, Qin Ming suddenly realized the truth.

So these guys are all villains from the Blood Fiend Sect!

The man in black robes standing before them, who possessed the cultivation of the Golden Core realm, was undoubtedly a core member and high-ranking member of the Blood Fiend Sect!

Upon realizing this, Qin Ming felt as if his heart had fallen into an ice cellar, chilling him to the bone, as if the whole world had collapsed and been destroyed.

They already had absolutely no chance of winning against this powerful Golden Core cultivator.

Now that he has learned that this person is not only a Golden Core cultivator, but also a lord-level figure from the demonic Blood Fiend Sect, Qin Ming can't help but feel utterly desperate and helpless.

At this moment, perhaps only death will be their final destination!

No, falling into this person's hands, perhaps even death would be happier than living?

After all, if they fell into the hands of these demons, the torture and pain they would suffer would be far beyond their imagination!

Now, it seems that only fleeing offers a glimmer of hope.

As long as everyone scatters and flees desperately, even if that Golden Core cultivator is incredibly powerful, he probably won't be able to take care of everyone for a while.

As for how many people will ultimately escape this calamity, that's up to fate.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming's gaze first fell on Mo Yixi beside him, and he gave her a wink.

Immediately afterwards, he mobilized the true energy within his body and shouted: Fellow Daoists, these despicable demonic disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect will definitely not let us go easily!

Now, we only have one path left: to save our own lives!

It wasn't that Qin Ming was particularly noble, but rather that he needed these cultivators to distract the Golden Core cultivator from his attention.

Otherwise, his attempt to escape from being taken away by a Golden Core cultivator would be nothing short of a pipe dream.

Qin Ming had barely finished speaking when he and Mo Yixi unleashed their unique techniques without hesitation, their figures flashing away like lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he broke away from the group of cultivators and headed straight out of the battlefield.

As for the other Tingfeng Pavilion cultivators who remained in place, Qin Ming could only silently pray for divine protection, hoping they could escape this calamity.

At this moment, those cultivators who had narrowly escaped death stared wide-eyed upon hearing Qin Ming's words.

Their faces were filled with astonishment as they turned their gazes to the mysterious man in black robes and the dozen or so cultivators standing in front of him.

However, just as these people were still in shock and unable to recover, they suddenly heard Qin Ming say such despairing words.

Before they could react, Qin Ming and Mo Yixi, the two strongest fighters in the arena, took the lead and fled the scene.

Seeing this, the others no longer hesitated and followed without thinking, running frantically away from the man in black robes.

"Senior brother, what should we do now?"

Seeing that the surrounding cultivators were starting to panic and prepare to flee, Wu Ming couldn't help but turn his gaze to Chu Nan and Pan Ning beside him, his eyes filled with anxiety.

However, Chu Nan's face remained ashen, and he seemed to have no intention of stepping forward.

Instead, he calmly said, "The situation is already out of control. Forcing resistance will only increase casualties."

The most important thing right now is to save your own life!

But to run around aimlessly like this is tantamount to courting death, since trying to escape in front of a Golden Core cultivator is futile.

As he spoke, Chu Nan's gaze remained fixed on the group of Foundation Establishment cultivators who were desperately fleeing, as if he were filled with pity for them.

At the same time, Pan Ning, who was usually known for his worldliness and shrewdness, was acting out of character. He turned around and stared intently at Wu Ming, saying in a serious tone, "Junior brother, at this critical juncture, are you still going to keep it from me and your senior brother?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ming's expression changed slightly.

Even Chu Nan, who was standing to the side, looked somewhat surprised, clearly puzzled by Pan Ning's sudden question.

He simply couldn't understand why his usually shrewd and perceptive junior brother Pan would suddenly say something like that.

However, now that things have come to this point, Wu Ming knows there is no need to continue hiding it.

A hint of helplessness and bitterness appeared on his face as he slowly said, "Senior Brother Pan is indeed exceptionally wise and thoughtful! I presume you already have a good understanding of this matter?"

Actually, there's more to this story than meets the eye, and there are further developments to come.

But Elder Fang repeatedly and strictly forbade me from revealing it, lest it arouse the enemy's suspicion. I, your junior brother, did not intentionally conceal it from my two senior brothers.”

Upon hearing this, Chu Nan was startled and suddenly realized what was going on.

With his intelligence, it was not difficult for him to understand the deeper meaning: in this mission, they might just be a pawn placed in the open.

The real trump card is hidden in the shadows, waiting to be used at the crucial moment.

Just as Wu Ming and the other two were talking, a group of cultivators were fleeing in panic and disarray.

At this moment, Ying Zhibai, the Blood Fiend Sect elder standing in front of the man in black robes, could not suppress his inner impulse. He stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute to the man in black robes, and asked:

"Your Excellency, these people are fleeing so easily, shouldn't we stop them immediately? How can we let them escape so easily?"

The man in black robes did not respond to Ying Zhibai's question.

He simply sighed softly, seemingly indifferent to everything that was happening before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the man in the black shirt muttered to himself, "Sigh... what a bunch of overconfident fools!"

They couldn't even withstand a casual palm strike from me, yet they still dared to dream of escaping?

This farce probably has to end here!