Taking away my family's luck? I won't stand it!

"You're a complete beast!" Qingfeng roared.

"Even if it means we all perish tonight, we will kill you all! We will!"

"sure!"

"Definitely! Definitely..."

Qingyang and the other disciples looked at Jiuming with expressions of resignation, their anger reaching its peak.

"Hahaha, killing me isn't that easy." Nine Lives scoffed at them as if they were a joke, pointing to the orcs beside him. "You can't even kill them, yet you think you can kill me? You're dreaming!"

"We may not be able to kill you, but there is one person who definitely can!" Qingfeng glared at Jiuming.

Nine Lives was very curious. "Oh? Tell me about it."

They possess the ability to regenerate infinitely; to kill them, one would have to grind them to dust and destroy their souls.

"Of course, it's the person who killed your sect leader."

Qingfeng revealed a sly smile, "Your sect leader is really not very durable, he accidentally burned even his soul away."

These words undoubtedly angered the other party.

Nine Lives' smiling face instantly darkened. "Hmph! This barrier isn't something just anyone can break! I'll kill you all first, then avenge the Sect Master!"

"Come on, kill us! If you could kill us, why didn't you do it earlier? Are you scared, you sissy!"

Qingfeng continued to provoke the other party.

Qingyang understood Qingfeng's intention and also started cursing.

"Sissy, come and kill us! What kind of hero hides among the beastmen? Oh... no, you are a sissy to begin with, so it's normal for you to hide."

Upon hearing these words, Jiuming indeed hanged himself, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace as he lunged at them.

"None of you will escape today! I won't be a true man if I don't turn you all into pigs!"

"Tch, acting like you have nine lives!" Qingfeng scoffed, and instead of retreating from the attack of Nine Lives, he went to meet it head-on.

He took out a crossbow with a hundred shots and aimed it at Nine Lives.

"This is all you think you can kill me? You're dreaming!" After seeing what Qingfeng had taken out, Jiuming didn't take it seriously at all. When Qingfeng and Qingyang's group entered the village, he hid behind them and observed their every move. He didn't care about the hundred-shot crossbow with the talisman at all.

"Ah ...

"What is this?!" Nine Lives stared in horror at himself, surrounded by flames.

Several talismans struck his body, and scorching flames engulfed him as he watched helplessly as his long legs burned to ashes, then his upper body, then his neck, and finally his head.

Before you could even feel the pain, your whole body was burned to ashes.

His spirit stared blankly at his body, which had been burned to ashes, unable to accept that he was dead.

However, this was not the end. After seeing his soul, Qingfeng fired another shot.

That's how their souls were burned away.

"Hmph, luckily I still have a few of the strange fire talismans that Yao Yao gave me, otherwise I would be lying on the ground unable to move after taking one hit from him." Qingfeng wiped the crossbow like a treasure, looking at it with increasing admiration. "I must say, the crossbow that Yao Yao gave me is quite useful."

"You even kept those talismans hidden away? Why didn't you take them out when you were killing those orcs?" Qingyang slapped him on the back of the head.

Qingfeng rolled his eyes. "These orcs don't need the Strange Fire Talismans yet. I wouldn't use them unless it was absolutely necessary. I only have two of the eight Strange Fire Talismans left. It breaks my heart."

"Alright, stop showing off. Nine Lives being here means Two White and the others are here too. We should be careful. Let's deal with the orcs in front of us first," Qingfeng said, taking out a few talismans from his pocket. "Here you go."

Qingyang took it, and after seeing the talisman clearly, he was furious.

"You accuse me of hoarding things, but you hoard things just the same way!"

"I don't need them. Unlike you, who uses talismans for everything. You'll ruin the sect sooner or later."

"Hehehe..." Qingfeng hugged the strange fire talisman tightly, looking at Qingyang with a silly grin, "Once I've given it to you, you can't take it back, okay?"

"I'm not that kind of person."

Qingyang looked at the orcs in front of him and said, "Exterminate these orcs with all your might. Don't let a single one of them escape!"

"Roger that!"

Even though these orcs were once disciples of their sect, in order to prevent them from wreaking havoc on the world, Qingfeng, Qingyang, and the other sect disciples composed themselves and began to attack them.

This can be considered a relief for them.

Erbai, Sangliang, Wuhua, and Qiran, who had been hiding behind them, watched this scene with calm expressions.

"Nine Lives was far too careless. I really don't know why the Pavilion Master chose him as the immortal body." Qi Ran looked at Nine Lives, who had turned to ashes, with a mocking expression.

“The Pavilion Master’s choice must have its reasons. What we need to do now is to fulfill the Pavilion Master’s last wish,” Erbai said calmly.

"These people have fire talismans, so be careful."

"Who exactly killed the Pavilion Master? This fire is so terrifying!" Sang Liang asked in confusion.

"So what we need to do now is force them to use fire talismans. Once they run out of ammunition and food, that will be their death day," Erbai laughed.

Qingfeng, Qingyang, and the other sect disciples were frantically using their spiritual power to kill the orcs while taking pills. Because of their experience from the first time, once they knocked down an orc, another person would tacitly throw fire spells at it, giving it no chance to recover.

The result was good; they also exhausted their spiritual energy.

Qingfeng knelt on one knee, utterly exhausted. He had to stick his spirit sword into the ground to keep himself from collapsing. He wiped the blood from his face and said, "These orcs are too difficult to deal with. Even with spirit pills, my spiritual energy is still depleted."

"Clap clap clap............."

The sound of applause came from behind them.

Qingfeng, Qingyang, and the other sect disciples immediately assumed defensive stances, watching the group of people who emerged from the darkness with wary expressions.

"Not bad, not bad, as expected of the sect's most outstanding disciple, we are very satisfied with this performance." Erbai looked at them with a smile.

"Now it's our turn to make a move. I hope you won't let us down." Qi Ran looked at them with a wicked smile.

“We’re not like that fool Nine Lives who’s easily provoked by you.”

Wu Hua raised his chin.

Qingfeng and Qingyang exchanged a glance, only then realizing that they had fallen into a trap.

Erbai and the others' goal was to deplete their spiritual energy, rendering them unable to use talismans.

"You truly are worthy of being subordinates of the Su Organization's leader, even using your own partners." Qingfeng gritted his teeth.

"What does it matter if one person is sacrificed, as long as we can fulfill the Pavilion Master's last wish?" Erbai said casually.

"You guys have to work hard."

Erbai, Sangliang, Wuhua, and Qiran watched them with smiles as several powerful forces forcefully attacked them.

Qingfeng, Qingyang, and the other sect disciples watched in despair as several forces approached them, but they had no strength at all.

Just as they were preparing to perish together with the person in front of them, a sudden change occurred.

The ground shook violently, causing them to roll to the other side and escape the force.

"Wow, so this is the core of the formation. Looks like my kick is pretty good. I hit the core of the formation with one kick."

A childish voice came from the side, and Qingfeng, Qingyang, and the other sect disciples looked over with tears in their eyes.

Guoan was seen kicking a fallen tree while arrogantly raising his head.

Yao Yao turned her head at that moment, and her round, chubby face made her look like a goddess descended to earth in their eyes.

"Waaaaahh ...

I don't know who started crying.

The crying was quite fitting for the occasion.