Within the trap, the air transformed into sharp, murderous wind blades, hurtling towards Rabbit Teeth.

Rabbit Tooth screamed in agony, his body seemingly enduring the impact, constantly contorting into twisted shapes, but there were no external injuries on his body.

His voice grew weaker and weaker, his body slumped to the ground like a lump of mud, and finally he fell silent completely.

The bearded man lying on the ground screamed in agony, his eyes wide with terror: "Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu!"

His eyes were bloodshot, almost dripping with blood, and the veins on his neck bulged out, making him look particularly ferocious.

The bearded man was trapped, overwhelmed by immense anger and sorrow. Suddenly, he felt an itch in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was from this mouthful of blood that he realized his body was no longer restrained and he could move slightly.

He used all his strength to reach into his pocket.

Closer, even closer.

Zhang Fan stood with his back to him, his attention completely focused on the trap, and didn't notice him.

The bearded man kept his eyes fixed on Zhang Fan, watching his every move.

Fortunately, Zhang Fan was unaware of this until his hand touched the firework that was sending the signal.

As long as the fireworks are launched, Ning Qi and the others will receive the signal and come over.

In that case, this man won't survive either.

A fierce hatred blazed in the bearded man's eyes. He took out a firework, pinched the fuse, and was about to pull it when a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang in his ears.

"Ah—" The bearded man's body twitched twice, and he screamed again.

His wrist was limp and hung limply, swaying with his twitching.

The bone was broken, with only a strip of skin connecting them.

Zhang Fan was cold and sharp, exuding a strong killing intent, like a hunter in the night.

He strode in, each step feeling like it was stomping on the bearded man's heart, making him feel like he was suffocating.

Zhang Fan looked at his wrist, which had been severed by the knife he had conjured with his spiritual power, and was quite satisfied.

He can now injure people from a distance, turning spiritual energy into weapons.

Fortunately, the plague medicine he developed saved countless people, and every day countless spiritual energies flowed towards him.

He bent down slightly, picked up the firework, and then took out a stack of talismans from his beard pocket.

Upon seeing the Seven Killings Formation, he changed his mind. He couldn't let the bearded man die like that; he had to get his hands on the talismans on him.

It's easy to snatch talismans, but some talismans can only be used with corresponding incantations; otherwise, they're just worthless pieces of paper.

These talismans are drawn on yellow talisman paper, and different patterns have different effects.

The art of talismans belongs to another school of thought, and it is not recorded in the *Wuji Jing*.

Zhang Fan's gaze was piercing, his voice icy, as he produced a talisman: "What is the effect of this talisman? What is the incantation? How do I break it?"

"Pah, don't even think about it, ah—" Before he could finish his harsh words, Zhang Fan stepped on the bearded man's severed wrist and crushed it slightly.

The bearded man was in so much pain that his face turned as white as paper, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he felt as if his internal organs had been displaced and his heart was being stabbed.

He curled up like a shrimp, trembling with pain, his vision blurring, and only one thought running through his mind.

I want to die!

The bearded man wanted to die; he bit his tongue with his teeth, intending to commit suicide by biting his tongue.

Realizing his intention, Zhang Fan dislocated his jaw.

You want to die but can't!

You can't live!

An unprecedented despair.

Zhang Fan's gaze was icy: "Be honest. If you answer well, I might consider letting you go. Do you understand?"

He emphasized his last sentence, which carried a strong sense of threat.

Upon hearing that he could survive, the bearded man nodded hurriedly.

Zhang Fan pressed the bearded man's chin back down and took out a talisman: "Let's talk about this one first."

He took out a card, and the bearded man explained its purpose, secrets, and how to break it.

Zhang Fan wasn't afraid of the bearded man lying. He divined each time the bearded man made a claim, and then he knew whether the man was lying or not.

The bearded man was honest enough not to tell a single lie.

He said weakly, "I've told you everything, can you let me go now?"

Zhang Fan's lips curled into a cold smile: "Wouldn't letting you go be leaving me with a future problem?"

The bearded man suddenly looked up, incredulous, and said, "You just said you were going to let me go."

Zhang Fan's smile deepened: "I only said I'd think about it, I didn't say I'd let you go! Die!"

His eyes instantly turned fierce, and he kicked hard, sending the bearded man flying backward and crashing into the cave.

"You can't possibly remember those techniques, and you'll suffer the consequences if you misuse them!" The bearded man made his last stand.

Zhang Fan nodded slightly: "I've memorized everything here."

Just kidding, his brain is like a camera; he can remember everything that has ever happened.

It's just a simple trick.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—" Another sharp whooshing sound echoed through the cave, then everything returned to calm.

Zhang Fan kicked a stone, which turned to dust before it even hit the ground.

The Seven Killings Formation is so powerful that leaving it here would definitely be a disaster.

Zhang Fan recited the broken incantation once, and a gust of wind rose out of thin air centered on the trap cave, scattering in all directions and finally disappearing.

Zhang Fan felt dizzy for a moment after withdrawing his spiritual power. It seemed that using the spell required spiritual power, but fortunately, merit kept flowing into his body.

He kicked a stone down, and the stone landed with a "thud," indicating that the Seven Killings Formation had been broken.

Zhang Fan picked up the firework in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

From what I just overheard their conversation, it seems quite a few people from the Heavenly Dragon Sect have arrived. We must find a way to deal with them.

However, this cannot be resolved in Taohua County or Jiangcheng. We need to lead the people to a more distant place for greater safety.

The location hasn't been chosen yet, but the farther away the better.

The bodies of these two people still need to be dealt with; this place is very close to the county town, so it would be easy to find them.

"Waaaaah—" A cry he had never heard before caught Zhang Fan's attention.

He looked closely toward the source of the sound and saw a large bird, two or three meters in size, circling in the air. Then it folded its wings and swooped down, but it couldn't grab anything and had to take off again.

With a dark brown upper body, lighter shoulders, and dark reddish-brown wing coverts, it turned out to be a golden eagle.

Golden eagles have a wide diet, primarily carnivorous, but they also eat mammals.

Humans are mammals, so golden eagles can also eat people.

Zhang Fan's lips curled slightly, and he struck the air with his palm, releasing spiritual power.

His spiritual power has a fatal attraction for animals.

Sure enough, the golden eagle flapped its wings and flew towards Zhang Fan.

It hovered in the air, observing the area.

Zhang Fan stepped back to make it easier for the golden eagle to observe.

After watching for a while, the golden eagle suddenly swooped down, landed beside the trap hole, and opened its hard beak to peck at the food.

Zhang Fan looked satisfied. "Very good, let's eat it like this."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly heard a faint wolf howl carried on the wind.

Little Black is in danger!