"I'll kill you!" the old man roared, and with a tap of his toes, he stood up.
With his five fingers together, he slapped Shi Jing with his palm.
"Boom." Shi Jing's fist emitted golden light as he threw a punch.
A muffled thud was heard, and the old man turned into a cloud of blood mist, dissipating into nothingness.
"One punch turned Asa into a bloody mist!"
"A star-level cultivator simply cannot do that!"
"Could it be?" A surprised voice rang out from the darkness.
"Get out here." The old man's lighting balloon disappeared.
A golden light flashed in Shi Jing's eyes as he looked in the direction from which the sound came.
"Ma Ming was a three-star cultivator, and he was blown to bits by him with a single punch!"
"Let's join forces!" another voice came from the other direction.
"This girl is so young, yet she's so incredibly strong!"
"We cannot underestimate this." A voice came from another direction.
"Um."
"Then let's join forces!"
"Crack crack crack..." Three beams of light suddenly lit up, transforming into three luminous orbs that floated in the air.
Three old men walked in from three directions.
Their auras were faint, indicating that their strength was far greater than that of the old man in hemp clothing.
"Three five-star cultivators!"
"They've all appeared!"
“Then let’s solve it all at once,” Shi Jing sneered.
"You can discern our cultivation levels?" The old man in the middle asked, his expression changing.
“I sensed your auras, so I know your cultivation levels,” Shi Jing said.
"Our presence was so faint, yet you still managed to detect it!"
“Now, we can’t underestimate you any longer!” said one of the cultivators on the left.
"Kill." The cultivator by the stone was somewhat impatient. He grabbed with his five fingers, and a stream of true energy rolled out, transforming into a sword of energy. He grabbed it and slashed it down at Shi Jinglan.
"Boom." Just as Shi Jing was about to throw a punch, he and his sword were shattered into pieces and disappeared.
"Kill!" The other two old men's faces darkened, and they rushed over.
With a pat on the bag at his waist, a large red snake pounced and lunged at Shi Jing's neck.
With a clench of his fingers, a long sword appeared in his hand, which he thrust towards Shi Jing's lower abdomen.
Another person pulled out a small flag from their waist, shook it violently, and a cold wind swept out, releasing a disheveled ghost that let out a piercing scream.
He stretched out his long fingers and grabbed at Shi Jing's neck.
Shi Jing threw a punch, turning the red snake into a bloody mist. He moved to avoid the incoming sword, then brought his five fingers together, with runes flashing in his palm, and slammed it down on the old man's head.
The old man was taken aback and tried to draw his sword and retreat, but at that moment, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he was unable to retreat at all.
"What kind of palm technique is that?"
"It actually comes with a binding spell!" The old man looked down and was greatly surprised when he saw the runes projected on the ground.
"Little Sumeru Palm!"
"Boom." The hand slammed down, and he was instantly smashed into a bloody mess, which splattered all over the ground.
At this moment, the ghost pounced in front of him, and Shi Jing threw another punch, which immediately shattered her, turning her into yin energy that dispersed.
"Pfft." With a flick of his finger, a beam of green light shot out, instantly cleaving the old man who exorcised ghosts in two, leaving him dead on the ground.
Shi Jing grabbed the small flag with his five fingers and it landed in his hand.
With a sudden squeeze, the small flag instantly shattered into pieces, and a scream echoed from within the gloomy aura.
It immediately dissipated and disappeared.
A green light flew over, landed on her hand, and disappeared.
"Junior sister, have you been to some kind of ruins and obtained a magical artifact?" Zhong Ling asked.
"No."
"It was made by my sixth senior sister," Shi Jing said.
"Have you seen her?" Zhong Ling asked.
“I’ve seen her. She’s in northern Myanmar now and will be here soon,” Shi Jing said.
“Then let’s get together then,” Zhong Ling said.
"Okay." Shi Jing nodded.
After the illumination sphere disappeared, darkness returned to the surroundings.
"Old dog Shen, is this how you welcome guests?" Chen Tiansheng sneered.
"Since you consider me an opponent!"
"Then let's have a fair fight!"
"What's the point of sneaking around?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the lights in the backyard turned on.
In the center of the courtyard stood a person.
His gaze was icy as he swept over their group.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Countless men in black emerged from various corners.
The black gun barrels were pointed at them.
"Creak!" The door to a side room in the distance opened, and Shen Lie walked out.
Behind him followed Shen Yuzhu, who had an angry expression on her face.
Beside Shen Yuzhu, a young man dressed in fine clothes stood with a cold expression, glancing in their direction.
Behind the three was an extremely old man, leaning on a cane, his back hunched, coughing incessantly!
“Father, this is Chen Tiansheng.” Shen Yuzhu pointed to Chen Tiansheng and said to Shen Lie.
"Mm." Shen Lie nodded.
"We can get into the backyard!"
"They have some strength!"
"However, you still cannot escape your fate of death."
"You've ruined my daughter's appearance."
"The one who killed my Shen family."
"Then pay with blood!" He glanced at Chen Tiansheng and sneered.
"Are you Shen Lie?" Chen Tiansheng asked, looking at him.
"You insolent fool, how dare you call Lord Shen by his name?" the old man in the courtyard roared.
"Heh, so I called out?"
"So what?" Chen Tiansheng sneered. "Before I make a move, I need to verify your identity!"
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