Yun Zhilan, the Grand Elder of the Divine Doctor Valley, is an old fellow who is skilled at refining medicine cauldrons.
He looks to be in his sixties, but in reality, he is over a hundred years old.
Over the course of more than a hundred years, he used his profound cultivation and cunning methods to harm countless innocent women.
He used the pretense of refining medicine cauldrons to secretly seek out young and beautiful women to replenish his yang energy through sexual intercourse.
When he saw Wang Muxue's beautiful face and graceful figure, an uncontrollable wicked thought surged in his heart.
In his eyes, Wang Muxue was simply a wonderful gift from heaven, a rare beauty delivered to his door. If he didn't "enjoy" her properly, it would be a waste of her talent.
Before Wang Muxue could struggle to her feet, Yun Zhilan's lips curled into a sinister smile. With a casual wave of his hand, a burst of true energy shot out like lightning, striking Wang Muxue's pressure point.
Wang Muxue felt a sudden numbness throughout her body, as if her bones had been removed. She collapsed to the ground, too weak to even get up.
Seeing this scene, Wang Changkong felt as if his heart was being torn apart, as if countless sharp blades were churning wildly within him.
Wang Changkong was not a particularly upright or honest person, but now, his son Wang Jiaer was lying on the ground on the verge of death, his life hanging in the balance, and his daughter Wang Muxue had fallen into the hands of this mysterious old man, her life and death entirely in the other man's hands. How could he not be anxious?
However, at this moment, he knew nothing about Yun Zhilan's identity.
As the Grand Elder of the Divine Doctor Valley, Yun Zhilan rarely left his home and seldom showed his face. Therefore, Wang Changkong did not recognize the seemingly ordinary yet strange old man in front of him.
He naively believed that these people were Fang Han's helpers, and that Fang Han had arranged for them to wait there beforehand.
Earlier, when he saw Fang Han fleeing into the manor in a panic, he had a plan in mind, thinking that he could catch Fang Han like a turtle in a jar and capture him in one fell swoop.
That's why he so rudely and violently smashed open the manor gates and stormed in with his men.
But who could have imagined that before they could even find Fang Han's whereabouts, they would encounter this group of powerful experts.
His son Jackson Wang and daughter Muxue Wang's meager combat strength was negligible compared to this group of experts.
Now, with the Four Tigers of the Wilderness, he and the other four are a total of five, yet they are already at a significant disadvantage. The mysterious old man, Yun Zhilan, and the two women beside him have yet to make a move, making the situation even worse for him.
Wang Changkong inwardly groaned, recalling their earlier assessment that Fang Han was nothing more than a notorious good-for-nothing fool who could not possibly have the strength to kill Wang Changlong and Feng Zhaoyi.
After all, Wang Changlong was a high-level Martial Grandmaster, and Feng Zhaoyi was a mid-level Martial Grandmaster. With Fang Han's meager abilities, he was like an ant in their eyes and not worth mentioning at all.
But looking at the situation before him, he couldn't help but suspect that Fang Han might not be a scapegoat, but was very likely the real murderer who killed Wang Changlong, Feng Zhaoyi, and Wang Wei.
Thinking of this, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to his head, as if he had fallen into a carefully laid trap and become a lamb to the slaughter.
At this moment, Guo Xiao, who was fighting him, was holding a high-grade magic weapon longsword. The longsword gleamed with a cold light, and each swing of it carried a sharp sound of cutting through the air.
His sword, after clashing with Guo Xiao's longsword multiple times, had been chipped and dented, its blade appearing as if it might break at any moment.
Moreover, Guo Xiao's swordsmanship was incredibly fierce and oppressive, with each strike carrying an overwhelming momentum that made it impossible for Wang Changkong to defend against.
He felt his arm go numb from the shock, as if it no longer belonged to him. His blood and qi surged with each wave of attacks, and his internal energy stagnated, as if a huge rock was blocking his meridians, making it difficult to flow smoothly.
His clothes were also slashed in several places during the fierce battle with Guo Xiao, leaving them tattered and worn.
If it weren't for his skillful movement, which allowed him to skillfully avoid vital points at crucial moments, he would probably have perished under Guo Xiao's incredibly sharp longsword long ago.
Now, he is just struggling to hold on, and every move he makes seems so strenuous.
He knew in his heart that, given the current situation, he absolutely could not last even a short time; defeat seemed irreversible...
"Brothers, things have come to this point, we have no way out, let's fight!"
Just as the situation was becoming increasingly critical and everyone felt hopeless, the leader of the Four Tigers of the Southern Barbarians suddenly opened his eyes wide, a resolute flame burning in them, and let out a deafening roar from deep in his throat.
The roar, as if from the ancient wilderness, exploded in the air with boundless sorrow and heroism, causing the surrounding leaves to rustle.
The four men instantly reached a tacit understanding, and the iron rods they gripped tightly in their hands, like four angry dragons, slammed down fiercely towards Lu Chong, Yun Zhilan's second disciple, with an incomparably violent momentum.
The iron rod sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if it wanted to tear the world apart.
A strange red light emanated from the four individuals, indicating that they had used some secret technique to burn their own essence and blood to achieve this brief but terrifying burst of power.
This ferocious strike was truly extraordinary. As soon as it was unleashed, it swept away Lu Chong's crescent shovel with overwhelming force.
The crescent shovel was struck by this enormous force, drawing a chaotic arc in the air. Lu Chong was also forced back a step by this sudden and fierce blow, his face showing astonishment.
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