The Taoist priests couldn't see Xie Zhan, who had already concealed his aura, and assumed there was only a young girl. Everyone was stunned for a moment, then someone in the silent tomb burst into laughter, followed by a burst of laughter from everyone.

Wen Li remained calm, her gaze sweeping over each of the Taoist priests.

"Judging from your faces, your lifespans will be drastically shortened today, and you will suffer a bloody disaster." Wen Li's voice was gentle but cold. She paused and continued, "Since you are all going to die anyway, I shall at least lend you a hand and send you to the eighteenth level of hell."

The laughter of the eighteen Taoist priests stopped abruptly, and all their eyes turned cold as they stared at the boastful little girl in front of them.

"We were wondering why he was so arrogant. Turns out he's from the Xuanmen sect. Since he's delivered himself to our doorstep, it just means you're really unlucky."

Wen Li nodded in agreement: "You're right, you're really unlucky to have run into me."

Wen Li beckoned to the group: "One person or everyone together?"

"This is outrageous!"

Wen Li's provocation enraged the group, and several of them pulled out gleaming knives from their sleeves.

Xie Zhan's eyes widened immediately, and he quickly pulled Wen Li, saying, "Why are these people carrying weapons! Wen Li, let's run first, and we'll deal with them when the police arrive!"

No matter how powerful Wen Li is, she can hardly withstand so many people.

"Trying to run?"

One of the Taoist priests in blue saw that Wen Li's body was being pulled back by Xie Zhan, and thinking that she was trying to run away, he immediately blocked her at the edge of the intersection.

They stared at Wen Li's face like wolves, and suddenly said, "Tsk, she's quite pretty. We can play with her before she dies... Ah!"

As she spoke, Wen Li lightly tapped her feet. The Taoists didn't see how Wen Li got there; they only felt that in the blink of an eye, Wen Li's slap landed on their faces.

The Taoist priest who was speaking felt a bang in his mind, as if something was snapping in his ears, and then his mouth was filled with the warm, metallic taste.

"you!"

He had barely uttered a single word when the Taoist coughed up a gush of hot blood and four or five bloody teeth. Then, intense pain shot through his bones, and he touched his face in disbelief.

Wen Li slapped the Taoist priest's face so hard it shattered!

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Wen Li lowered her eyes: "Words can be dangerous."

After speaking, Wen Li turned slightly to look at the other Taoists who were still standing there in a daze: "Are you going to surrender or fight me first?"

The Taoist priests, provoked, glared angrily: "Attack! All of you, attack! Kill this woman for me!"

After saying that, a group of people rushed over with knives that gleamed with a cold, icy light.

Xie Zhan instinctively stood in front of Wen Li, but apart from being able to touch Wen Li, the Taoists all passed right through his chest.

Xie Zhan looked at her worriedly and said anxiously, "Wen Li, I'll go find someone for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Zhan watched as Wen Li kicked a Taoist priest three meters into the air, and then Wen Li delivered another side kick, sending the priest flying straight toward him.

Xie Zhan: "Holy crap!"

In the blink of an eye, the arrogant Taoist priest was now lying on the ground, screaming and groaning in pain.

Wen Li stood sideways, the light from the flashlights scattered on the ground illuminating her. In the shadows, only half of Wen Li's exquisite face and her curled eyelashes could be seen, her eyes shining with a cold light like a bottomless, icy pool.

Upon seeing this, the leading Taoist priest in blue, enduring the pain, got up from the ground, knowing that they had encountered a tough opponent.

Aside from the president of the Celestial Masters Association, they had never heard of such a powerful figure in the Xuanmen (Taoist sect).

The Taoist priest in blue took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "Get up, form a battle formation, and release the evil spirits!"

Surprisingly, the Taoist priests who were just lying on the ground immediately got up quickly and neatly behind the Taoist priest in green robes upon hearing this. They then held the black Ten Thousand Souls Banner in their hands and looked at Wen Li as if she were a dead person.

The Taoist priest in green sneered, "You're dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist priest in blue shouted, "All disciples, listen to my command! Form ranks and fight the enemy!"

"Tsk!"

Wen Li watched the group's formation without interrupting, simply observing quietly. However, the further she watched, the more solemn Wen Li's expression became.

"The Netherworld Blood Sea, with its murderous aura soaring to the heavens, traps the enemy within, leaving them nowhere to hide."

"Festival!"

The group threw the Ten Thousand Souls Banner high into the air, then took a knife and took out a large amount of blood from their palms and sprinkled it on the banner. Instantly, countless evil energies and black mists surged out of the banner.

Before long, the malevolent energy gradually took shape, and hundreds of fierce ghosts with different appearances stood in front of Wen Li.

The Taoist priest in blue said, "These are all vengeful ghosts that our Venerable One helped us refine, to be used by us. Prepare to die!"

"All of you, get her! Tear this woman apart!"

However, Wen Li did not move an inch from beginning to end; she stared intently at the hundreds of vengeful ghosts before her.

These were all ordinary people in life, but because the ghost messengers arrived a step too late, they were all turned into puppet ghosts.

But from ancient times to the present, all things have their own way of survival. To refine ghosts for one's own use is to violate the way of heaven. The fact that the venerable one behind these Taoists was able to refine so many fierce ghosts at once shows how much ambition he had and how many people he had harmed!

Wen Li moved her neck and suddenly said something completely unrelated: "I have a suggestion for you. The pre-cast animation of your magic circle is too long. If I want to interrupt it, you won't be able to summon the evil spirits at all."

After a pause, Wen Li smiled and said, "I'll only show you once now, so watch carefully."

"What?"

The Taoist priest opposite him was a little confused when he said this out of the blue.

Wen Li held a talisman between her fingers, tossed it into the air, and said calmly, "Xie Zhan, show yourself."

The next second, the Taoists saw a thick aura of malevolence appear beside Wen Li, which instantly coalesced as if enveloping something.

With a whoosh, Xie Zhan, dressed in a black dragon robe and exuding the aura of a vengeful ghost, appeared in everyone's sight.

"It's...it's a giant ghost from the ancient tomb!" one of the Taoist priests exclaimed in astonishment.

At that moment, the Taoist priest in blue frowned slightly, then his expression suddenly changed drastically: "This aura... no, he has become the Ghost King!"

Xie Zhan: ...

He looked at himself facing hundreds of fierce ghosts and eighteen highly skilled Taoist priests, and the ghost himself could barely stand.

But Xie Zhan wasn't stupid. Wen Li had been kind to him, and even if he was a coward, he couldn't possibly abandon Wen Li at this moment.

Xie Zhan straightened his back, exuding the aura of a ghost king.

The vengeful ghosts that had rushed forward all came to an abrupt halt, but a look of anxiety appeared in their minds, which were devoid of consciousness.

Some of the vengeful ghosts even turned back to look at the Taoist priest who had summoned them and hissed at him.

"roar--"

Dude, why did you provoke her? Even we vengeful ghosts would be terrified and bang our heads against the wall!