Ming Zhuo moved extremely fast. With a flick of his wrist, the invisible sword energy of the peach wood sword slicing off the fingernails. At the same time, the peach wood sword flew out of his hand and struck Chu Yuqi's back.

A wisp of black smoke drifted from between Chu Yuqi's eyebrows, and she had already fainted.

Master Qinglian broke out in a cold sweat. He had been on guard against evil cultivators, but he hadn't been on guard against Chu Yuqi and almost fell into her trap.

Mingzhuo recalled his peach wood sword and looked at the evil cultivator: "Who are you? Or are you some kind of divine lord?"

The evil cultivator did not deny it: "And who are you? Why do you know the Three Divine Swords of Taoism?"

He paused for a moment, then laughed again, "So that's how it is! You actually wrote down your name and birth date! It's no wonder the fortune teller was defeated by you."

Mingzhuo raised an eyebrow: "Great Immortal? Aren't you just a noisy fly? You're hiding your face and calling yourself a god, are you also a useless ugly thing?"

The other person burst into laughter, their voice cheerful: "I look forward to the day we meet."

As he spoke, a wisp of black smoke drifted out and faded into the air.

The evil cultivator, who had just been subdued, suddenly woke up and hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground: "Respectfully seeing off the Divine Lord!"

They've clearly been deeply brainwashed; even after everyone else has left, they're still kowtowing with such devotion.

Mingzhuo: "What kind of god is this? Who would want to meet him? That ugly thing is really narcissistic."

The thing's true form wasn't nearby. Even if she had forcibly killed this evil cultivator, she probably would have only scratched its surface.

She kicked the evil cultivator: "You'd better confess..."

"I'll confess! I'll confess everything! The Divine Lord said this is a gift for you." The evil cultivator was quite sensible.

Mingzhao: "..."