Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

The group of people never expected that they would be threatened by an unarmed young man.

There was no immediate action.

Kun's loose skin showed very obvious bloodstains, and blood had already flowed directly onto his robe.

Very glaring.

"Kid, do you know you're going to die a horrible death?"

His sinister tone was quite chilling.

They were trying to put pressure on Lu Yize.

Lu Yize chuckled, showing no panic at the threat. He appeared neither uneasy nor anxious, and his voice was gentle. "It doesn't matter if I die. I can take you, you old monster, down with me and walk the same path as you. With your crimes, you'll probably suffer even more than I will in the underworld!"

Since they are sorcerers, there must be ghosts in this world.

With a shift in worldview, everyone can become a ghost, and then he can catch him again.

"You all agree, right?"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the other two old monks with a light laugh.

He bet on them, that they were afraid of death.

Kun Hong's expression changed instantly, and a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"You dare threaten us."

And so blatantly.

In all their years, they had never seen anyone dare to ride roughshod over them or threaten them.

Such blatant audacity raises questions: are they unafraid of death, or are they truly oblivious to their formidable reputation?

Kunren's mindset was no longer as calm as it had been at the beginning.

First Kun Hong was attacked with an iron rod, and then Kun He was injured by a patch.

None of these three boys are easy to deal with.

He's very cunning.

It's a pity they didn't enter their Jinzhen Temple, otherwise they could have been nurtured into promising talents.

Even this ordinary-looking kid has his own ideas.

"There's no other way, you have to release my friend, otherwise it'll be a fight to the death."

"Humph."

Kun Hong snorted coldly.

"Kid, it's a 1-for-3 trade, we're not at a loss. Besides, you're all young, and we're all old..."

"Brother!!!"

Kunhe frowned, looking displeased.

Senior brother, as expected, he doesn't treat me as a fellow disciple. He was like this before, and he's still like this now. He doesn't care about my life at all.

Even if they were to help me, I wouldn't have any way to survive.

Kun's face was gloomy, and his mind was racing.

However, he was using his spiritual power, which might require a supply of spiritual energy. The boy was watching his movements closely, so he couldn't find a moment to spare.

Upon hearing Kunhe's words, Lu Yize's expression froze for a moment, then he immediately recovered and continued to chuckle.

"Then let's give it a try!"

His eyes narrowed, and the metal sheet went straight in.

A corner was visibly missing, and that corner had gone directly into the old monk's flesh.

Kun let out a muffled groan of pain.

He glared, trying to unleash a torrent of curses, but the pain in his neck prevented him from uttering the words.

"Junior brother!"

A flame quickly condensed in Kunren's hand.

His ability is to control fire, which is to transform spiritual energy into natural energy, thus becoming a fire spirit.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, making a move.

……

Jiang Huaiyu lay on the ground, supporting himself with his arms, looking very strained. He glanced at Nangong Qinghe, who was also not in good condition.

His face was pale, and the veins on his arms, which were gripping the railing, were bulging. He was still wearing a hospital gown, which made him look even more unhealthy.

Nangong Qinghe seemed to notice that someone was looking at him.

Following her intuition, she looked over and met Jiang Huaiyu's gaze.

The two exchanged a wink.

They all seemed to realize that Kunren was just standing by and watching. His feigned attack was merely a show; he seemed to be wary of something and was currently observing from the sidelines.

It was as if the two sides understood each other's thoughts without needing to communicate.

Following the railing, Nangong Qinghe adjusted her posture first and slowly squatted down on the ground.

He needs to restore his spiritual energy.

While the other side was in a standoff, Jiang Huaiyu slowly crawled up, his target still the iron rod. He didn't know why the iron rod had such great spiritual power.

The fact that Kun Hong's wrist trembled was something he had never imagined. He thought that a sneak attack would at most buy them some time to escape, but he never expected it to be so effective.

His ability is at most only for reconnaissance.

Ordinary people can handle attacks.

However, if it comes to dealing with this cunning old fellow who possesses an unknown amount of spirit stones, there is absolutely no chance of victory.

Their only chance of winning now is this iron rod.

And then there's the strongest one among them, Nangong Qinghe.

……

Nangong Qinghe also knew that escaping would not be easy, but he had already come up with a plan.

First, we need to break free from their control. Second, we need to go down below, to the area they are wary of and concerned about.

If you jump in, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

To break free from their control, he needed to have the strength to withstand their final blow.

The iron rod was his last resort.

He channeled a wisp of spiritual energy.

Then his pupils focused, and the iron rod suddenly floated up from there.

Jiang Huaiyu also stood up and quickly threw the iron rod, aiming it directly at Nangong Qinghe.

Kun Hong and Kun Ren were facing away from them.

Lu Yize happened to see it out of the corner of his eye, but he looked away in an instant.

Only Kunhe, his pupils wide open, saw it, but couldn't utter a sound.

His face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

The moment Nangong Qinghe received the iron rod, she felt the surging spiritual power within it.

The spiritual power clearly didn't belong to him, yet he could still use it.

This is simply unbelievable.

……

After a moment of adjustment, the shock on his face became even more undisguised, and his serious expression finally softened somewhat.

He stood up effortlessly using the iron bar, and felt the pain and tearing sensation in his body lessen.

He immediately swung the weapon at Kun Hong and shouted, "Yi Ze, let's go!"

Kun Hong also sensed the familiar gust of wind approaching and quickly grabbed the iron rod.

Jiang Huaiyu knew that his abilities were of little use to them.

He jumped down first and tumbled off the stage.

Lu Yize understood what the two meant.

His smile vanished, and he dragged Kun and the old man's body down with him, even kicking Kun when they reached the bottom.

Kun was already injured, and when he was kicked in the head, he passed out instantly.

Nangong Qinghe wielded the iron rod with even greater power.

Kun Hong also realized how powerful the iron rod was.

He subconsciously took a step back, and a yellow halo like flowing water quickly gathered in front of him, forming a water column to block the iron rod.

But the water column did not bounce back and envelop the item as usual; the water column disintegrated the moment the iron rod touched it.

Nangong Qinghe did not linger in the fight, and knew that she could only gain this small opening by launching a sneak attack. So after her first strike, she immediately flipped over and jumped straight down.