I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Ever since Jiang Qisha unified the four major forces, this elder has been trying his best to show himself, and he wants to cling to Jiang Qisha's thigh.

"Semen? You can't fight without semen?" Hongdie sneered, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, and she asked with a bit of sarcasm in her tone.

"This... can fight, but it probably won't be able to exert its full strength. Moreover, if it is eroded for a long time, it will turn into a puppet-like walking corpse." The elder was frightened by Hongdie's tone and trembled all over, and hurriedly explained stammeringly.

"Where is the semen?" Brother Dao frowned and asked impatiently.

"Look..." The elder quickly stretched out his finger and pointed at the pavilion not far away, "That's where the essence water is."

Jiang Qisha looked in the direction the elder pointed, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of a needle tip, a flash of vigilance and murderous intent in his eyes. He subconsciously released his power, and the spiritual energy around him surged like a surging tide, ready to fight at any time.

"It's this old guy... be careful!" Hongdie also put away the arrogance and disdain on her face, her expression became extremely solemn, and her heart was extremely alert.

After all, this old woman was the culprit who caused Jiang Qisha to be severely injured by Ye Chongren before. In her opinion, if it were not for the intervention of the old woman, ten Ye Chongren would not be able to cause Jiang Qisha to suffer such serious injuries, and he might even overdraw the power of the Heavenly Punishment Mysterious Art in the end, resulting in serious backlash.

Jiang Qisha, Hongdie, and Daoge, each shrouded in a chilling aura, transformed into three ghostly afterimages, simultaneously darting towards the Wrathful Old Lady. Their movements were seamless, landing silently, yet they instantly formed a tight circle, trapping the Wrathful Old Lady in the center. The Wrathful Old Lady remained seated quietly on the edge of the ancient well, her posture hunched, her silver hair flowing gently in the breeze. Her expression was calm, her gaze indifferent, as if these three powerful figures, with their ill intentions and a powerful, oppressive aura, were mere ants, insignificant enough to stir up any disturbance.

"It's true that enemies often meet on a narrow road!" Jiang Qisha was the first to break the silence. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an arc that seemed to be a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes. His eyes were full of coldness and murderousness. His gaze was like a sharp dagger, tightly locking onto the resentful woman, as if he wanted to see through her soul and find out all her secrets.

"With the three of us working together, she must have been seriously injured before. I don't believe we can't kill her!" Hongdie could no longer suppress the murderous intent burning in her heart. Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and she shouted, her voice revealing ruthlessness and determination.

In an instant, her aura suddenly rose. Her originally smooth, shiny black hair now danced wildly like black flames blown by a strong wind. Every strand of her hair seemed to contain endless power.

Immediately afterwards, she formed seals with her jade hands, channeling the vast spiritual energy within her body and unleashing the unparalleled power of the Heavenly Punishment Mysterious Art. As the technique unfolded, a black character, the character for "天," emitting a faint black glow, slowly emerged from her forehead. As soon as it appeared, a mysterious and powerful aura emanated from it, as if resonating with some unfathomable force between heaven and earth.

With the appearance of the word "sky", Hongdie's power increased exponentially. The spiritual power in the air seemed to be summoned by some powerful force, and it gathered towards her like a surging tide.

Her entire body was like a vortex of spiritual power. Wherever she went, spiritual power became chaotic and the wind howled.

She raised her delicate hand, and the whip in her hand was like a nimble fire snake, whirring through the wind as she swung it with the force of thunder. Wherever the whip passed, the surrounding spiritual energy was directly drawn away as if being cut by a sharp blade, making a sizzling sound, and the air was filled with a burning smell.