The moment his toes touched the ground, he quickly turned back and thrust his sword in a certain direction.

Qiao Song was stunned. What was going on?

In an instant, he realized that the sword energy was aimed at him!

His heart sank, and he had only two thoughts on his mind: he was going to die and why?

An invisible sword light slashed past Qiao Song and headed unstoppably toward the person behind him.

Luo Wenxin unfolded her folding fan to block it, but it was too late. With a crack, the folding fan shattered.

He groaned, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating internal injury.

Seeing this refined human fall into its attack range, a nearby ferocious corpse happily pounced and ripped out his heart with a palm strike.

Luo Wenxin waved her hand impatiently, and the fierce corpse's body was as if grabbed by an invisible hand, slammed to the ground and shattered into pieces, completely falling silent.

Those who couldn't understand Mingzhuo's intentions just now have now realized it.

He can crush a fierce corpse with a single palm strike... Just how strong is he?

Moreover, since we've all worked together for so long, why hasn't the other side revealed themselves?

The only possibility is that the other party deliberately concealed it.

Qiao Song touched his chest and found that he was completely unharmed. He stared blankly at Luo Wenxin and asked, "Professor Luo, who exactly are you?"

Luo Wenxin beckoned: "Qiao Song, come here and let me explain."

Qiao Song subconsciously took two steps toward him, then realized something was wrong; he seemed to be bewitched.

He shook his head vigorously and nervously took a few steps back. "I'm not going over there. Don't scare me."

“But going there was the right thing to do, this is the real big boss.” Mingzhuo said as he attacked, “I’ve been putting up with you for a long time, all those underhanded tricks, do you really think I’m deaf and blind?”

Luo Wenxin slapped away Mingzhuo's peach wood sword and quickly retreated to create distance.

"You tricked me into thinking I would be ruthless towards Cheng Jingru, and then you attacked me while I was secretly saving Cheng Jingru. Do you think that's honorable?"

Luo Wenxin smiled and turned to look at the person fighting with Cheng Jingru. "And when did you start hanging out with Ghost King Shen Ruodi?"

He thought for a moment, "The person who just suppressed the Divine Lord was Shen Ruodi?"

Ming Zhuo glanced at the gloomy Ghost King. Shen Ruodi, dressed in white, was both holy and evil, and was locked in a fierce battle with Cheng Jingru.

Mingzhuo said indifferently, "He's just like you, always up to no good, so I had to temporarily draft him."

Xiao Mumu and Shen Ruodi share the same origin. If the other party deliberately weakens his ghostly power and only sends a wisp of his divine soul to follow her, she really won't be able to tell the difference.

The real sign that something was wrong was that the God Lord was too easily won over by Little Woody.

This was, after all, a thousand-year-old evil spirit. Even though she killed it with a single sword strike and its ghostly power was greatly weakened, it was still no pushover.

But in the hands of Xiao Mumu, a mere puppet, he was molded and shaped at will, without a trace of the majesty and dignity of a divine ruler.

Mingzhuo isn't stupid; he can't possibly miss something amiss.

Since Shen Ruodi had no ill intentions, it would be easy to capture him as a conscript.

Previously, Mingzhuo had been wary of Luo Wenxin and was constantly hampered, unable to unleash his full potential. Now, he can finally fight without any distractions.

Luo Wenxin couldn't help but clap her hands and laugh, "So that's how it is, you really are interesting, I really like you."

Mingzhuo: "Hehe, since that's the case, why don't you just stand there and let me chop you up?"

Luo Wenxin sighed, "I love you, but you want my life. You've hurt me so much."

The two moved swiftly during their conversation, one chasing and the other fleeing, their movements graceful and incredibly fast.

Tang Zhen saw Luo Wenxin rushing towards him, gripped his magic sword tightly, and was about to go up when Li Wenhe pulled him back.

"Don't waste your energy, you'll just be throwing your life away if you go up there."

He pursed his lips as he spoke, his heart gripped once again by a deep sense of powerlessness and resentment.

"So what exactly is Professor Luo?" He Wangyao couldn't help but ask.

Li Wenhe said calmly, "Can't you see it yet? Who exactly are the deities that the Saha Sect has invoked? And who is their true master?"

He Wangyao felt a cold sweat break out all over her body: "A god from beyond the heavens?"

Good heavens! What has he done to deserve meeting such a high-ranking boss?

Why do these monstrous beings keep emerging one after another? Do ordinary people still have a way to survive?

No wonder the Xuanmen predicted a cataclysmic calamity that would destroy the world. The gods from beyond the heavens have already descended to earth. The big boss has been lurking for so long; it's obvious he wants to seize the mountain and change the world!

Luo Wenxin conjured a wisp of willpower from her fingertip, which entangled Mingzhuo's sword. "Can you please stop shouting for war? Didn't you just vindicate me? Those dirty deeds of the Saha Sect were not at my behest."

Mingzhuo: "So what? You don't think you're anything special, do you?"

Luo Wenxin: "Don't say that. My original intention this time was to clean up the traitors and destroy the Saha Sect."

Mingzhuo sneered, "So you used me to clean house? Don't pretend to be so righteous. The God-King has his own selfish motives, but he doesn't dare to go too far. He stole two or three tenths of the sacrificial offerings, so at least seven or eight tenths ended up in your stomach! Those who benefit from the system shouldn't pretend to be big shots!"

Luo Wenxin smiled and wanted to unfold her folding fan to fan herself, but found that her hands were empty, so she had to give up.

"You're not cute like this. As a deity, isn't it only right that I receive offerings from believers?"

"Don't love me, you big devil!" Ming Zhuo melted the power of his wish and thrust his sword forward again. Luo Wenxin quickly dodged, but her clothes were still torn.

The look in his eyes deepened. "Why don't you tell me first, who exactly are you?"

How can an ordinary person melt the threads of willpower?

This is the power of human faith, a tiny glimmer of light, yet the source of divine power.

Cheng Jingru was originally a person of great fortune, and it was under his guidance that she learned to condense the power of will as a weapon.

Why did Ke Mingzhuo melt? Wasn't she afraid of having her soul burned by those wishes?

Mingzhuo's men launched an even more ferocious attack: "I'm your father!"

Luo Wenxin dared not continue fighting, and with a graceful movement, she instantly disappeared from the spot.

On the other side, Shen Ruodi grabbed Cheng Jingru by the neck, and a terrifying and sinister aura enveloped Cheng Jingru.

He was debating whether to strangle the mortal, but if he did, Ah Yin might be unhappy.

He only ever wronged her once in his life, yet the lesson was so profound that even in death he could not find peace, filled with endless regret.

He had just withdrawn his grip when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The Ghost King gathered all his Yin energy and ghostly power and struck out with a palm, but Luo Wenxin blocked the blow.

He stopped Cheng Jingru and smiled at Ming Zhuo and Shen Ruodi, "I'm sorry, the little one was a bit disobedient, please excuse him. You can discipline him, but you can't kill him."

Mingzhuo wanted to chase after her, but Luo Wenxin threw out her bone sword to intercept her, and then raised her finger.

"Ugh!" Qiao Song suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared blankly at the blood on the ground, feeling a tightness in his heart.

A terrifying pressure gripped his heart, and in that instant, he realized one thing acutely: he was going to die.