After being read by the mind, my apprentice wanted to rebel

Seeing this, a fierce look flashed in the black-clad man's eyes. He suddenly drew the longsword from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. He flashed and pounced towards Lin Xian'er like a ghost. The longsword in his hand drew a sharp arc in the air, carrying a cold sword energy straight towards Lin Xian'er.

Lin Xian'er's gaze focused. She tapped the ground lightly with her toes and leaped back a few steps, dodging the attack from the man in black. Her movements were as graceful and swift as a dancing butterfly. She quickly formed seals with her hands, and brilliant rays of light shot out from her fingertips, transforming into countless razor-sharp blades that attacked the man in black with an overwhelming force.

The man in black snorted coldly and swung his sword, shattering the incoming blades one by one. His swordsmanship was like a raging storm, each strike imbued with immense power and speed, making it difficult to resist.

Lin Xian'er's eyes grew increasingly serious. She constantly changed her moves, using all her might to engage the man in black. The two sides exchanged blows, each one a close fight. For a moment, the entire scene was engulfed in a fierce battle, with swords flashing and shadows clashing, emitting bursts of sharp clashes.

The Great Elder took the opportunity to quickly walk to the side of the Great Prince, his eyes full of pity.

The eldest prince's face was as pale as death, and his lower body was in an extremely miserable state. Not a trace of flesh and blood remained, as if it had been torn away by some terrible force.

The Great Elder was extremely anxious and hurriedly took out the precious life-saving pill from his arms and channeled his spiritual power into it. At this moment, no matter what, he had to save the life of the eldest prince first.

While Lin Xian'er was engaged in a fierce battle with the black-clad men, He Yun and his disciples from the Xiaoyun Sect finally arrived at the Chen residence. The moment they stepped into the Chen courtyard, the scene that greeted them was like a bolt from the blue, their hearts instantly tightening. The battle inside was still raging, its intensity showing no sign of abating. The two sides exchanged blows with unpredictable moves, seemingly intent on engulfing the entire world.

Everyone no longer hesitated. Almost at the same time, most people immediately drew their weapons and joined the fierce battle without hesitation. The remaining medical assistants also acted quickly. They skillfully took out various healing medicines and cooperated with Xu Feng to treat the injured.

Qi Miao, who came with the crowd, was not good at such intense things as fighting, but he had been silently calculating in his mind the hidden weaknesses of the terrifying living dead.

After countless calculations and reflections, he quickly and accurately grasped the key—it was salt! He then shouted at the top of his lungs, "The living dead are afraid of salt."

These sudden words resounded through the crowd like thunder. Many cultivators were stunned for a moment, expressions of disbelief on their faces, as if they were wondering if there was something wrong with their ears. But then, like punctured balloons, they instantly deflated, muttering to themselves, "Who the hell would bring salt to a fight?"

However, just as they were still feeling helpless and frustrated by this seemingly absurd discovery, the next second, a scene that stunned them suddenly appeared before their eyes.

All the people from Xiaoyun Sect, whether they were respected elders or fledgling disciples, all took out a jar full of salt from their storage bags at the same time, as if they had agreed on it beforehand.

These immortal cultivators stared blankly at the salt shakers in their hands. For a moment, the entire scene fell into silence.

When Chen Guanhua saw these immortal cultivators taking out salt, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, so he immediately and without hesitation loudly ordered all the Chen family members to speed up the pace of killing the immortal cultivators as quickly as possible, and at the same time to cooperate closely with the living dead to ensure that it was seamless and that there must not be any mistakes or failures in this operation.

However, the moment he gave the order, his body involuntarily began to slowly retreat. He wasn't timid, but relying on years of battlefield experience and keen intuition, he realized that the current situation was not optimistic for the Chen family.

Moreover, in that brief moment just now, he was absolutely correct. The ancestor in the sky was actually injured. The situation seemed to be much worse than they had previously estimated. He couldn't just die here meaninglessly. He had more important responsibilities and missions to fulfill.

As he retreated, the already tense battle became even more intense, as if every moment contained a crisis of life and death.

The salt used by the Xiaoyun Sect was like a magical catalyst, pushing the atmosphere of the entire battle to a new climax, making the confrontation between the two sides more brutal and the battle of life and death more thrilling.

Above the sky, under the vast and boundless blue sky, Chen Xiong covered the shocking wound on his waist with a solemn expression. The anger in his heart burned like a raging fire, almost burning his sanity to ashes.

Just now, in order to cleverly avoid Lin Yu's fierce attack, he moved quickly in the air like a ghost. However, he never expected that in this seemingly safe moment, he was stabbed fiercely by the enemy hiding in the dark. The knife came with great force, as if carrying endless killing intent, and hit his waist directly.

When he felt the intense pain, he couldn't help but gasp, his eyes flashing with an undisguised fear. Even more horrified was the discovery that the knife piercing his waist was engraved with mysterious talismans. These talismans seemed to possess life, slowly but steadily devouring the strength within him.

Every second, he could feel his strength slipping away, as if being pulled out of his body by an invisible hand. He endured the pain and stared at Lin Yu and Jiang Ming in front of him, his eyes full of grief and anger, and angrily spat out two words: "Despicable."

Lin Yu and Jiang Ming were actually feeling quite complicated and confused at this moment. The fatal knife just now rushed towards Chen Xiong like lightning. They originally thought that with their strength at the peak of the Fusion Stage, they were able to deal with any emergency, but they never expected that someone would be so insidious and cunning hiding in the dark, catching them off guard.