Old Yu's brows finally relaxed: "In that case, I'll listen to you."

As they talked, the two turned back.

At the same time, Xia Wanqing had caught up with the disciples who had come with her.

Looking at the disciples, Xia Wanqing's eyes lit up: "Quick! Quickly bring out your fasting pills!"

But the result was a huge disappointment to her. Her disciples looked grim: "Senior Sister, it's no use! The Bigu Pill is completely useless. Let's go back, Senior Sister!"

"You don't want to give me the pills, do you?!" Xia Wanqing rushed towards the disciple who had spoken, her eyes bloodshot, and roared terrifyingly as she held a knife to the disciple's neck.

"I'll say it again! Give me the pill!"

The disciple's already pale face turned even paler with fear. Trembling, he took out the pill, his face filled with terror: "Senior sister, I really didn't lie to you... I don't want to die, please, don't kill me..."

"Hmph." Xia Wanqing snorted coldly, forcefully snatched the pill, and pierced the disciple's heart with a sword.

"Senior Sister—" The disciple collapsed to the ground in pain, staring at Xia Wanqing in disbelief, as if trying to see her clearly.

This sudden scene startled all the disciples around, causing their pupils to shrink and them to fall silent.

With a cold laugh, Xia Wanqing drew her sword and swept her sinister gaze over everyone: "This is what happens when you oppose me! Now, hand over your spatial rings and storage bags!"

Seeing Xia Wanqing's still-dripping sword, everyone turned pale, daring not to speak out in anger, and handed over the items with trembling hands.