Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Hu San and Rong Si were also clever men. Under their leadership, the team made almost no mistakes during the journey, saving Zhu Wuyao a lot of trouble.

However, just as everyone was methodically fleeing towards the exit, Zhu Wuyao suddenly felt a chill run down his spine—

She suddenly looked up at the blue light and shadow under the gloomy "sky".

A powerful enemy is attacking!

Zhu Wuyao took out the Angry Lotus Kasaya from his storage bag. With the infusion of spiritual power, it unfolded in a few breaths, emitting a faint, blood-red spiritual light. It spread out to several feet wide in the wind, like a wall, blocking the crowd behind it.

Hu San, whose tail had been severed, felt a flash of red light. He turned around and saw Zhu Wuyao unleash the Angry Lotus Robe. He immediately realized what was happening and shouted:

"run!"

Rong Si, who was leading the way, immediately understood what was happening when he heard the sound coming from behind.

With a powerful enemy attacking, she could no longer constantly look after the team and needed to focus on fighting the enemy.

Rong Si immediately led his men forward to clear a path and disperse the fleeing crowd behind them.

However, they misjudged the enemy's attack methods.

The enemy's weapon was not a sword or other killing weapon, but a pottery flute that made a whistling sound.

The ocarina is not an ordinary sound, nor does it produce a quiet and secluded sound. Instead, it is hoarse, sharp, and buzzing, causing a splitting headache.

Rong Si immediately recognized it as the sound that had been used to torment everyone in the mine for so long. It was like the flapping of wings by thousands of wild bees, followed by a linear, taut, needle-like sound.

It turns out that this is a ritual implement.

At this moment, when its full power is unleashed, how can an ordinary person withstand it?

Within moments, Rong Si's eyes were bloodshot, and he futilely covered his ears, trying to avoid the impact of the sound waves.

In front of her, the crowd looked even more pathetic, having fallen to the ground, spitting blood, and rolling on the ground clutching their heads in great pain.

Rong Si's head was throbbing with pain.

However, the sound stopped abruptly the next moment.

Rong Si knew that it must have been her who forcibly interrupted the terrifying sound of the ocarina.

Yes, if we want to keep a magical artifact to suppress the people in the mine in the small cave, we would have to personally fight with ordinary swords and knives, and we might even be outnumbered.

Once the sound-cultivator's magical instrument is activated, it can be played from the outside to suppress all the rebels.

This rebellion was able to have cultivators forcibly interrupt the sonic waves, so how could Mu Changying and his group, with their near-mortal strength, possibly fight against the potter's flute, and how many people would die...?

Rong Si struggled to her feet. She saw the crowd lying on the ground, unable to get up. Her head felt like it had been hit with a stick. Suppressing the nausea and throbbing from her headache, she turned and shouted:

"Help those around you up! Get out of the battlefield!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Si's ears were ringing, and she couldn't even hear her own voice.

Moreover, those present...

Before the tinnitus could subside, she bent down, pulled the person next to her up, and pointed in the direction.

Rong Si saw the cunning and sly rat waking people up, saw someone scrambling and crawling to escape, and saw Hu San, who was also waking people up and moving towards her.

Her pupils contracted slightly as she saw the crimson light of the Angry Lotus Robe blocking her way fluctuate violently, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Rong Si grabbed the rat, pushed it aside, and shouted at Hu San—

"run!!"

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the two people nearby and ran away.

Although Hu San couldn't hear what Rong Si was saying, he had already seen the fleeing movements. They had all fought real battles in the cultivation world, so they naturally had this kind of combat intuition.

He grabbed the three people nearby, carrying and pulling them along, and strode forward.

Just as Hu San escaped, with a tearing sound, the spiritual light of the Angry Lotus Kasaya completely dimmed, and it split in two.

As the giant hand descended from the sky, a figure crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The dozens of people who had not yet woken up and escaped died almost instantly.

Zhu Wuyao propped himself up from the dented ground, feeling a sharp pain in his chest and vomiting a large amount of blood.

She channeled her spiritual energy into her palms through her meridians, then leaped up, dodging the flying sword aimed at her face.

The bladeless sword flew out of his hand, as light as a falling leaf yet as heavy as a falling autumn wind, returning with a faint sound of air being torn apart.

Zhu Wuyao's figure flashed several times, closely following Wufeng Sword.

The Golden Core cultivator opposite seemed utterly disdainful, and sneered:

"There's still one fish that slipped through the net. You're only in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, yet you dare to try and stop a chariot with your bare hands!"

"break!"

With a soft shout, his spiritual energy blasted outwards, and the net of sword shadows that had been swirling around him shattered instantly. Countless withered leaves seemed to burst out from the gaps in the sword light as they were torn apart.

However, to his surprise, the withered yellow leaves did not disperse but instead surged back in, creating a huge scene that only caused countless tiny cuts without even a drop of blood flowing out.

He shattered the sword light with a hint of mockery, and was about to utter a sarcastic remark when his expression changed.

"what have you done?!"

Zhu Wuyao was blasted back more than ten meters by the spiritual force, and his heart sank when he heard these words.

As expected, the Golden Core stage cultivators are not so easy to deal with. The hidden killing intent of the Falling Leaf Sword was not detected for the first time.

After that, it will probably be difficult to get close to them again.

Only then did Zhu Wuyao truly understand how painful it was to lack effective means of dealing with the enemy.

She turned her head and saw that Hu San and Rong Si had already led their men and escaped some distance. Feeling slightly relieved, she deliberately smiled and said:

"Why do you think the old scholar stays indoors all the time?"

While bluffing, Zhu Wuyao prepared himself to escape at any moment, waiting for Hu San to get into position so he could flee immediately.

The Golden Core cultivator's expression was grim, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. He suddenly attacked Hu San and the others, seemingly intending to deal with those who hadn't yet released their spiritual power before focusing on Zhu Wuyao.

The moment the Golden Core cultivator made his move, Zhu Wuyao immediately realized his intention.

This is... a good opportunity to escape in the chaos...

Zhu Wuyao paused slightly as he drew his sword, a momentary hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Fight, escape, life, death.

If you choose to escape alone at this time, there is a 60% chance of success.

A promise made from the very beginning was a lie, yet the chance of survival was right before his eyes; the lives of everyone around him, and the woman he was waiting to find; the lives of others, and his own chance of survival...

Countless thoughts exploded in an instant, like a tangled mess.

In the instant the sword was drawn, it flashed through my mind.

She heard herself say—

"Before that, I will stand before everyone."

With a deep breath, Zhu Wuyao gripped the sword tightly in his hand.

The bladeless sword is forged from struggle, hesitation, cowardice, resilience, greed for life, fearlessness of death, lies, promises, vulgarity and greatness. It is hesitant yet resolute, seemingly slow, yet growing faster and faster, until it becomes an extremely thin stream of light, until it is tempered into a form that never looks back and is absolutely certain.