The assassins, their minds bewitched by the old weasel, swarmed towards the middle-aged man.
It looked like a pack of hungry wolves fighting over food.
Everyone was in a state of extreme excitement.
Their eyes turned red, and they were making strange howls.
The middle-aged man, "..."
What the hell is going on here?
In the blink of an eye, all his men seemed to have gone mad.
However, the middle-aged man quickly calmed down.
His gaze swept past everyone and landed on the living room.
He spotted the old weasel standing in the hall with a strange smile at a glance, and immediately understood what was going on.
He was immediately enraged and killed the first few of his men who rushed at him.
"A bunch of idiots, morons!"
"You've been fooled by that old weasel, don't you even realize it?"
"He still wants to become an immortal? He's insane!"
"Wake up, all of you!"
Enraged, the middle-aged man killed several of his men in succession.
Blood splattered on the other men, and the warm, pungent smell of blood immediately brought the rest of them back to their senses.
They then realized that they had fallen for the old weasel's illusion and had been tricked by the old man.
"Damn it, kill that beast!"
"Kill it and make soup."
"How dare they make fun of us? This is simply outrageous!"
And take advantage of this opportunity.
Lan Yu and Fatty Situ rushed into the living room, ready to leave with Ouyang Luoxue and the others.
As for Xiahou Ba, he has completely gone mad.
His body was enveloped in black, malevolent flames, and he wielded his long sword wildly, emitting bursts of ferocious laughter.
The swirling black flames spread throughout the courtyard, transforming into a raging sea of fire.
Assassins from the Seven Killings Hall were continuously burned alive, their shrill screams echoing throughout the air.
Xiahou Ba's malevolent flames, if even a tiny bit touches a person, will burn their entire soul, turning them to ashes along with their body.
Unless someone's cultivation level is far superior to Xiahou Ba's, like that gloomy-faced middle-aged man, they won't be greatly affected.
Otherwise, even a master of innate talent would not be able to withstand it.
Even the most advanced martial arts masters must be handled with extreme caution.
at the same time.
The middle-aged man with a gloomy face had already led his men into the living room.
At this moment, the old weasel's illusion had disappeared.
After all, the old weasel's cultivation level was still too low. He had just entered the Innate Realm and could only barely cast some of the lowest-level illusions.
Moreover, it lasts for a very short time and requires a large amount of cultivation.
It can confuse both those who are skilled in martial arts and those who are skilled in martial arts.
If they encounter a powerful Martial Grandmaster at the peak, or a Martial Soul, they will be powerless and their disguise will be revealed instantly.
The middle-aged man, his face grim, glared angrily at the old weasel.
"You beast, daring to come out in broad daylight and use illusions to bewitch people."
"You dare ask if I'm a human or an immortal? I think you're just a blockhead."
The old weasel hates being called a beast; it will immediately fly into a rage, puffing out its beard and glaring.
"How dare you! I am a dignified spirit beast!"
"How dare you, a mere mortal, desecrate it?"
After saying that, he pushed off the ground with both feet and rushed forward like lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him.
The two sides instantly engaged in fierce combat.
Although the old weasel was just a spirit beast and had entered the Innate Realm, it was still two major realms behind its opponent.
With his spirit beast physique, he was completely unable to bridge this huge gap.
The old weasel was quickly forced to retreat by its opponent, and it was furious.
"How dare you! I am a spirit beast!"
"You piece of trash, how dare you lay a hand on me? Aren't you afraid of going to hell after you die?"
On the other side.
Lan Yu and Fatty Situ protected Ye Wushuang, Ouyang Luoxue, Chen Jiayin and others as they retreated one after another.
A group of Seven Killers surrounded them.
One of the leaders, with a lewd grin, reached out and touched Ye Wushuang's face.
"Hehe, what a pretty little girl, let me pamper you properly."
"Ah, die!"
Ye Wushuang screamed and instinctively raised her hand to strike the other party with a palm.
A sword aura cleaved out from the opponent's palm, instantly splitting the man in two.
These are the three sword energies that Ye Feng had previously sealed in her hands.
Now only this last dish remains.
Previously, when she was captured by the old eunuch Wei Jinzhong, she had thought of committing suicide.
Now, at this critical juncture, he couldn't help but unleash his power.
The many assassins from the Seven Kill Hall present were all shocked.
"Damn, what a violent girl."
"I like it this way."
"This is how you play, it's so much more exciting, haha."
"I'll go first!"
A large number of assassins from the Seven Kill Hall swarmed forward like a swarm of bees.
Rumble—
Suddenly, a violent burst of energy swept over them, instantly turning the assassins at the forefront into a bloody pulp, blasting them into clouds of blood mist.
The entire villa collapsed due to the shock, just like an earthquake.
It left a large handprint on the spot, with cracks spreading outwards.
"You dare touch my sister."
"I think you're all tired of living."
The person who arrived was Ye Feng.
He walked slowly through layers of blood mist, his hands behind his back, like a grim reaper emerging from hell, his calm gaze filled with chilling murderous intent.
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