Gu Xu used his peach wood sword to block the attack, but he was still knocked back a few steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Please give my regards to that little girl who knows the Three Divine Swords of Taoism." The man's figure disappeared from the spot.

When the elder presiding over the ceremony saw that several people were injured, he instructed a few key members to tie them up.

Seeing that the group of people were still conscious, He Wangyao quickly propped herself up and shouted, "We are Xuan Masters! That person was an evil spirit! You've been tricked! This ritual summons evil ghosts, and you will all die!"

Gu Xu coughed lightly, sensing something was wrong: "A Yao, don't waste your energy, this is the Divine Lord's person."

Li Wenhe said coldly, "Can't you see that this is obviously more abnormal?"

He Wangyao was startled. He looked up at the approaching old man. He was just an ordinary old man, but under the candlelight, he looked somewhat eerie.

The old man took out a knife and sneered, "If I had known it was abnormal for you to be stationed here, I would have used your blood to sacrifice to the evil spirits."

Gu Xu looked up and quietly gazed at the old man.

Old man: "You don't actually think someone else will come to save you, do you? I know that Ruan Mingzhuo is very powerful. Even if she manages to come back safely, with her spiritual energy exhausted, can she really kill another evil spirit?"

He grinned menacingly, "What if Ruan Mingzhuo came back and saw that you'd all been bled dry? Wouldn't he go crazy?"

Gu Xu looked at the old man silently.

The old man frowned, somewhat dissatisfied, and was about to say something when a lazy voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What did you just say? Do you have the guts to say it again?"