Suddenly, the burly man formed from the white hair appeared, and with a flash of light in his hand, a golden club appeared.

He took a step and instantly arrived in front of Yuan Xinyang.

Yuan Xinyang's eyes widened, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

He tried to back away, but found that his body was bound by a mysterious force and he could not move at all.

This is the impact of the huge difference in cultivation level.

Although the white bull was formed from a single hair, its strength far surpassed that of Yuan Xinyang.

Yuan Xinyang looked at everything before him in despair, his heart filled with fear and resentment.

He gritted his teeth, mustered his last strength, and in a flash, a precious flag flew out of his body and rose into the air. The flag unfurled in the wind, releasing countless rays of divine light, like a dazzling sun.

However, before the banner could unleash its full power, the golden club slammed down with a whooshing sound.

With a loud "bang," the big stick struck the flag first.

With a tremendous sound, the celestial light shattered instantly, and the precious banner also broke into countless fragments in the blink of an eye, scattering in the air.

However, the remaining force of the club did not dissipate; it continued to fall with great momentum, mercilessly smashing down on Yuan Xinyang's head.

With a sharp "crack," Yuan Xinyang's head exploded like a smashed watermelon, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere. His body slumped down instantly, as if it had lost its support.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan!" Qi Jiayin, who was not far away, couldn't help but cry out in surprise when she saw this scene.

Her eyes widened, her face filled with terror.

Upon hearing her call, Bai Niu turned to look at her, a smile appearing on his face. He then strode forward and instantly appeared in front of Qi Jiayin.

Then, he raised the big stick in his hand again and brought it down hard without hesitation.

Qi Jiayin felt that her mind and body were locked by an invisible force, making it extremely difficult to even move a finger, let alone dodge.

Her face turned ashen instantly, her eyes filled with despair and fear.

The next moment, as the club fell, the beautiful girl also tragically collapsed to the ground, leaving this world forever.

In an instant, the white bull took down one child with each blow, its ferocious power sweeping across the entire field.

"superior!"

"Attack together!"

The remaining cultivators felt a chill run down their spines when they saw the white ox turn to look at them. They roared and pounced on the white ox.

Clearly, given the precedents of Yuan Xinyang and Qi Jiayin, they had no choice but to resort to a pincer attack.

At this moment, Du Xuan had already rushed back to the town's stone tablet and began to refine the last restriction within it.

At this moment, several more people entered the hall and witnessed the scene of the white bull wreaking havoc.

A golden club swept across the scene, instantly killing one cultivator after another.

Within just a few dozen breaths, the hall was filled with corpses.

However, due to the intense battle that had taken place in that short time, the white bull's figure had begun to appear somewhat blurry.

After all, he was only transformed from a single cow hair, and in addition, he had previously transmitted a wisp of innate energy to Du Xuan in order to assist him, so his energy was already somewhat depleted.

However, as long as he has not dissipated, he still has the ability to fight.

The next moment, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he stared at the group of cultivators who had just stormed into the main hall.

Although he had followed Hu Le in cultivation for many years, he was still a great demon. Even though he had been cultivating himself, the nature of a great demon and the ferocious aura within him could never be completely erased.

At this moment, with his hands stained with blood, his ferocious nature, suppressed for millions of years, was once again unleashed.

The next instant, he lunged at the crowd, wielding a large club in both hands.

A figure flashed by and appeared in front of a Taoist priest, holding a large stick high above his head before crashing it down.

The Taoist priest was frozen in place, and in terror, he summoned a protective magic weapon shaped like a cloud of smoke, but this was of no use in stopping the white bull's attack.

With a crisp "snap," the smoke and mist shattered instantly, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the golden club smashed the Taoist's skull without stopping, blood splattering everywhere, a gruesome sight.

Seeing this, the other cultivators knew something was wrong and turned to flee.

However, before they could run more than a few steps, the white bull, carrying a large club, quickly caught up with them.

A cultivator had just escaped from the main hall when he caught up with him, smashed him to the ground with a single blow, and died on the spot.

Then, the white bull took a step forward, its figure as fast as lightning, and caught up with another cultivator. The big club came crashing down, and the cultivator fell to the ground below the steps.

Then he caught up with the two more, and under his big stick, they were unable to resist and were killed on the spot.

At this moment, only one cultivator remained. Seeing the tragic fate of his companions, he was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that his face turned ashen and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Without any hesitation, he immediately leaped into the air, unleashing a beam of light in an attempt to escape this terrifying place.

However, just as he leaped into the air, the white bull threw its large club at him without hesitation.

The giant club gleamed with a dazzling golden light, streaking across the sky like lightning.

With a loud bang, the club struck his body accurately.

With just this one blow, he felt all his bones break and his tendons shatter, losing control of his body and falling from mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, he fell heavily to the ground like a tattered sack, his life ending instantly.

At the same time, another cultivator rushed over from a distance. As soon as he landed, he saw blood everywhere and the illusory figure holding a large club.

He was immediately stunned, his heart filled with fear and doubt.

When he saw the illusory figure approaching him with a stick, his face turned pale, and he quickly turned around to flee the scene.

However, before he could act, a mysterious and powerful force locked onto him from afar.

He suddenly found himself completely unable to move, as if he were imprisoned by an invisible force.

He could only watch helplessly as the burly man approached step by step, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.

step!

Two steps!

The white bull moved steadily and with great pressure, quickly arriving in front of him.

The next instant, he watched as the man raised the big stick high in the air.

"Alas! My life is over!"

He let out a heart-wrenching cry and involuntarily closed his eyes.

However, after waiting for a while, the big stick still didn't fall. He immediately opened his eyes and saw the strong man's figure getting fainter and fainter until it disappeared into the air.

It turned out that the white ox's hair, which had been transformed into this form, had finally exhausted its energy and immediately turned into nothingness.

Suddenly finding themselves in dire straits, the newcomer felt an overwhelming joy...