Jiang Feng's state of Dharma dissipated instantly, but his greedy eyes once again scanned everyone present like a hungry wolf. Wherever his gaze swept, people felt a chill rising from their spines, and every hair on their body stood up!
Jiang Feng flashed a sinister smile and shouted, "Everyone! I've made it crystal clear before. If you accept defeat, just hand over your storage accessories and you can leave safely. Otherwise, hehe... don't blame me for being ruthless and heartless!"
At that moment, several dark shadows sped off into the distance at lightning speed, clearly attempting to seize the opportunity to flee. Then, seeing someone leading the charge, many cultivators panicked, swarming like bees, hoping to take advantage of the chaos to escape Jiang Feng's control. However, faced with this situation, Jiang Feng's lips curled slightly, and he stood firmly in place, motionless, as if everything was under control.
Suddenly, several piercing screams echoed through the air, reaching the ears of everyone present. Everyone turned in horror to see the heads of the fleeing leaders clutched tightly in a chubby hand. The portly man grinned, revealing a row of jagged yellow teeth, and triumphantly declared, "This place has been entangled with a deadly net. If anyone dares to escape, this will be their fate!" With a wave of his hand, he tossed the bloody heads into the crowd like trash.
Almost as Fatty Qiu finished his words, a mysterious army of over a thousand monks suddenly materialized from thin air behind Jiang Feng. This army appeared silently, like a ghost, catching everyone off guard. Even more shocking, some of the monks began to slowly reveal their true forms—some transformed into ferocious beasts, their fangs bared and claws snarling; others transformed into enormous birds, obscuring the sky and the sun. For a moment, the entire scene became filled with murderous aura and awe-inspiring power, plunging those monks who had previously held out hope into a pit of despair.
The army of demonic beasts behind Jiang Feng was like a demonic shadow from the abyss. The leading beasts were enormous, towering like small mountains, emitting a strong bloody aura. Their fur was like black steel, gleaming with a cold sheen, and their eyes were like blood-red moons, revealing a bloodthirsty desire.
Surrounding them are a group of humanoid monsters with bulging muscles, holding various strange weapons, some of which look like giant fish bones, some like burning branches, and the weapons are also wrapped with blue flames or flickering electric lights.
Behind them were countless bird-like monsters, their wings spread wide, blocking out the sun and sky. Every flap of their wings stirred up a gust of wind, mixed with sharp whistles, like the call of death. This army exuded a chilling sense of oppression, like a dark wave about to sweep over everything, waiting for Jiang Feng's command to drown everyone before him in endless slaughter.
The cultivators in the Fusion Stage already knew that Jiang Feng had spirit pets, but when they saw them in person, they were shocked. They saw so many spirit pets, emerging like a tide, and even more astonishing was the powerful strength they displayed, which was beyond imagination!
At this moment, Jiang Feng leisurely walked towards the two collapsed Fusion-stage cultivators. His steps were slow and steady, as if everything was under control. As he approached, Jiang Feng leaned forward slightly, gazing at the two opponents who had lost all resistance. He slowly spoke, "Gentlemen, I'm sure after all this time of contemplation, you've figured out your decision, right? I ask again: money or life? To be honest, my patience is very limited." As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Feng gently waved his right hand. A flash of cold light flashed, and an extremely sharp sword instantly appeared in his hand.
Faced with this situation, the two Fusion-stage cultivators secretly groaned inwardly. They knew that if they didn't make concessions now, they would not be able to escape unscathed. In desperation, they exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, each plucked their own reserve bracelet from their wrist, and tossed it with all their might towards Jiang Feng.
Seeing this, Jiang Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. He reached out to catch the two bracelets flying towards him, and shouted loudly, "Thank you both for your generosity! In that case, Fatty Qiu, please release the man!" Hearing Jiang Feng's order, Fatty Qiu, who was standing nearby, immediately responded, "Okay!" and then opened a gap in the formation.
Seeing that even the Fusion Stage masters had chosen to compromise and retreat, the other cultivators around them immediately fell into chaos. They realized that the situation was not good. If they continued to resist, they would probably end up in a more miserable situation than the two Fusion Stage cultivators. So, without hesitation, they took out the storage accessories they carried with them and rushed to hand them to Jiang Feng and the others.
Suddenly, the scene became extremely lively. Fatty Qiu, Zhuang Muhan, and Zhang Daoxuan were extremely busy. They kept accepting various treasures handed to them by the crowd, their faces filled with excitement and joy.
An hour later, those people finally left the scene. Fatty Qiu, beaming, quickly walked up to Jiang Feng and said happily, "Brother Jiang, we've made a killing this time! It's incredible! We owe it all to you. But I've always been curious: how did you guess they wouldn't dare to fight us?"
Hearing this, Zhuang Muhan and Zhang Daoxuan on the side looked at Jiang Feng with confusion, their eyes full of expectation, as if they were eager to get an answer from him.
Jiang Feng smiled faintly and explained confidently, "Actually, this isn't difficult to understand. Think about it, these people were clearly forced to come here and cause trouble. They know it's not easy for them to embark on the path of cultivation, and there's no deep hatred between us, so why would they risk their lives? Besides, they're not stupid. With their limited strength, if any powerful senior from the Qingyun Sect showed up, they'd probably just need to raise their hands and destroy them."
Zhang Daoxuan nodded thoughtfully after hearing this, but soon as if he had thought of something, he scratched his head and asked in confusion: "If that's the case, then why do we have to let them come?"
Jiang Feng looked forward with a deep and distant gaze, and slowly said, "The reason is very simple. The person behind them wants to use these people to provoke me so that I can kill them all in a fit of rage. This way, they can take advantage of the opportunity to attack me and cause trouble for me."
At this moment, Fatty Qiu couldn't help but burst into curses: "Humph! These shameless people are nothing but despicable old dogs! They actually came up with such a sinister trick to deal with us!"
However, just as Jiang Feng was about to pack up the monsters and return to Qingyun Sect, suddenly, a deafening, domineering voice exploded over the entire Qingyun Sect like thunder...
"You little brat, you've slaughtered my sect's disciples. Let's see who can save you today!"
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