Qin Feng killed Xue Changkun with a single finger. He noticed that a very faint red gas seemed to be approaching him, which should be the Shadow Chasing Mark of the Blood Shadow Sect.
This thing is very light in color, and it is almost transparent when it is dispersed in the air. It also has no smell, so it is hard to spot unless you are paying special attention.
Qin Feng didn't want to carry such a thing around, so he completely dispelled the gas and turned to look at the other battlefields.
Ao Ling did not fully transform into a dragon, but instead entered a dragon-human form. This form combined human agility with dragon power, and its combat effectiveness was no worse than a complete transformation.
Her skin, except for her face, gradually became covered with azure and white scales, which was quite beautiful.
Her hands and feet transformed into dragon claws.
Two small dragon horns grew out on either side of her forehead, near the top.
Ao Ling exuded a powerful aura, revealing her mighty dragon power and giving people an invisible sense of pressure.
She didn't use any other weapons; her innate superhuman strength combined with her scale-covered fists was the perfect match.
Ao Ling relentlessly attacked Xue Qiu, punching her relentlessly. With each punch, she became more and more accustomed to the power she now possessed, growing increasingly excited with each blow.
Her eyes shone with excitement; she hadn't felt this good in a long time.
The outcome here should be decided very soon.
And that was indeed the case. Xue Qiu was already screaming in pain from her beating, and when he saw Xue Changkun's fate, his heart tightened, and he was distracted for a moment, which Ao Ling seized the opportunity to exploit.
Ao Ling flashed in front of Xue Qiu and threw a powerful punch.
By the time Xue Qiu realized something was wrong, it was too late; he was hit hard with a "bang."
Ao Ling didn't let the opportunity pass, throwing punch after punch, each one more powerful than the last, and Xue Qiu was defeated just like that.
She felt a little unsatisfied after the battle ended.
After dealing with Xue Qiu, she didn't forget her previous lesson; a moment of carelessness left her with a tracking mark.
This time she paid attention and discovered that the gas emanating from Xue Qiu's corpse was very faint, almost colorless and odorless.
Ao Ling snorted and drove it away.
Needless to say, Leng Yuexi's side is even more so.
After quickly adapting to the power of the Golden Immortal Realm, she used it with ease, and with the help of the Frost Divine Sword, she suppressed Xue Ji's attacks.
After a few more moves, she felt it was about time. The Frost Sword flashed with a sharp, cold light, startling her opponent, Xue Ji.
Leng Yuexi's expression was cold and aloof. With a light touch, she wielded the Frost Sword without any fancy moves, slashing straight down at Xue Ji.
Xue Ji's experience was quite different; he felt the surrounding air become incredibly cold, as if the space itself were about to freeze.
He not only felt the sharp edge of the snow-white blade, but also a heavy, oppressive feeling.
He felt as if he was facing not a sword slashing at him, but an iceberg crashing down on him.
Xue Ji immediately composed himself, no longer having time to care about his fellow disciples, and hurriedly swung his sword to parry.
The Frost Sword came crashing down.
Clang.
Xue Ji felt his hand holding the sword suddenly become lighter, because the immortal sword in his hand had been cut off by the Frost Divine Sword.
As he was still in shock, the Frost Sword continued to fall, splitting his head in half.
The cold air entered his body, freezing him solid, and he fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
The items in his internal space automatically spilled out.
Bloody death.
With Leng Yuexi's improved cultivation and the nourishment of abundant resources, the Frost Divine Sword has recovered to some extent during this period.
The power of a peerless sword has slowly begun to emerge; with a single strike, even the Blood Shadow Sect's ridiculous tracking mark was frozen and dissipated.
With a blank expression, Leng Yuexi sheathed the Frost Sword, which could kill without shedding blood, and casually put away some useful items from Xueji.
Of the original four battlefields, Xue Changkun, Xue Qiu, and Xue Ji have all died, leaving only Dongfang Yue's battlefield.
The four Blood Shadow Sect members who were engaged in a fierce battle with Dongfang Yue and Dongmei suddenly realized that something was wrong.
With all three of their Golden Immortal elders dead, they were terrified and lost all will to fight, so they decisively fled.
They were overthinking it. Qin Feng, Leng Yuexi, and Ao Ling had all surrounded them, and they had nowhere to escape.
Knowing that the end was near, the four men still put on a brave front but were actually quite weak, saying, "Our sect leader will not let you go."
Without Qin Feng saying a word, Ao Ling took care of all four of them with a single punch.
The Blood Shadow Sect's fierce ambush was easily resolved, leaving Dongfang Yue and Dongmei feeling somewhat unreal.
Seeing that Dongfang Yue and Dongmei were still a little nervous, Qin Feng joked:
"It's all thanks to the two of you that so many people from the Blood Shadow Sect came to deliver these things."
We killed the others, so you two didn't get any. You two were involved with these four celestial beings, so you should get a share. No objections?
Dongfang Yue hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "No objection."
Having learned from her carelessness last time, Ao Ling reminded her, "You should still check yourself to see if there are any marks or anything left behind."
Everyone nodded and searched again. Ao Ling even checked Dongfang Yue and Dongmei to make sure there was nothing unclean left on them.
After collecting their spoils, the group set off excitedly towards Chiyang City.
Dongfang Yue was still worried about the Blood Shadow Sect all the way. They had killed so many members of the Blood Shadow Sect this time, and the other party would not let the matter go easily.
Whether you call her a prophet or a jinx, they were stopped after only a few steps.
There was only one person who came. He was a middle-aged man, tall and burly, wearing a red robe and a black cloak.
He was unkempt, with long stubble and his hair casually draped over his shoulders.
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