"You!" Dugu Feng's face was full of shock and anger, yet he dared not utter another word!

As a crack appeared in the corner of the blood-red screen, the black seal on it was also torn apart; a blood-colored skull and a red-clothed woman emerged from within the image and furiously pounced toward Wan Qi Hong.

"No one is to make the slightest move, or I shall detonate all the flying swords this instant!" Wan Qi Hong bellowed once again, and the remaining eight flying swords blazed with golden light.

The blood-colored skull and the red-clothed woman also immediately halted, glaring at Wan Qi Hong with eyes almost spitting fire.

Wan Qi Hong laughed triumphantly, turning to the black-clothed monk and barked, "Release me from the soul leech, or I'll take this Shura Blood Devouring Map with me to the grave!"

"Agreed," the black-clothed monk replied after a brief silence, stepping forward.

Upon hearing this, a glint of joy flashed in Wan Qi Hong's eyes.

At that moment, a disturbance in the void occurred behind him, and the figure of another black-clothed monk materialized from thin air, a black giant hand with five rings of light emanating from within, striking down like lightning.

Wan Qi Hong was both shocked and furious, hastily dodging to the side.

However, where a black light flitted by, another black giant hand emerged.

The two giant hands, one in front of the other, sealed all of Wan Qi Hong's escape routes and struck down viciously.

Wan Qi Hong had already witnessed the might of the black giant hand and knew he couldn't withstand it, as his eyes turned blood-red in an instant.

"Then let's die together!" He laughed wildly, as the eight flying swords carrying the Shura Blood Devouring Map flew toward him, their golden light surging!

But just at that moment, the space before Wan Qi Hong rippled like water, and then returned to normal.

The Shura Blood Devouring Map that was previously mounted by the eight flying swords had vanished, reappearing in the distance, guarded by the black-clothed monk and Dugu Feng on either side.

There were no longer any cracks on the Shura Blood Devouring Map; the black seal was completely intact.

"Illusion Technique!" Wan Qi Hong was dumbfounded, realizing he had unwittingly fallen into an illusion from the start.

Before he could figure out when he had fallen into the illusion, the golden light from the eight flying swords had already started to flicker wildly, bursting forth with a thunderous explosion.

A round sun, dozens of feet in size, appeared out of nowhere; flames burned fiercely on its surface, engulfing his body.

The sun then shattered, turning into countless streaks of dense golden light, which spread out over hundreds of feet, covering everything beneath it.

Flames burned on each streak of golden light; wherever they passed, the void trembled violently, and black marks appeared, as if it was about to be torn apart.

The black-clothed monk and Dugu Feng's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly carried the Shura Blood Devouring Map as they shot backward at full strength, narrowly escaping the range of the dense golden light; they retreated a good distance before coming to a stop.

The area engulfed by the golden light had turned into a sea of fire, with the fierce golden flames burning within and stirring up hot whirlwinds that circled with a roaring sound, turning everything to nothingness.

"The Flame Sun Sword is indeed powerful! We would've been in trouble too if we had been slower to escape just now!" Dugu Feng said with lingering fear.

"You keep an eye on the Shura Blood Devouring Map," the black-clothed monk instructed, and then vanished with a flicker.

In a part of the golden sea of fire, a golden figure, barely an inch tall, shot out, holding a silver banner—it was Wan Qi Hong's Nascent Soul, having somehow survived using an unknown method.

Fear was etched across the tiny face of the Nascent Soul; without a moment's pause, it continued to shoot away into the distance at a startling speed, almost like instantaneous movement, covering several miles in the blink of an eye.

Just then, a disturbance arose in the void ahead, and the figure of the black-clothed monk appeared out of nowhere, a black giant hand descending from above!

"You really are determined to eradicate me completely!" the golden Nascent Soul cried out in shock and rage, hurling the silver banner ahead.

The banner swelled in the wind, expanding hundreds of times in an instant, turning into a giant silver flag that blocked the black giant hand.

The Nascent Soul flicked its small hand through the air, and the silver banner expanded again, enveloping the black giant hand and the black-clothed monk behind it.

A trace of sorrow flashed in the Nascent Soul's eyes as it streaked past the side of the giant silver banner, continuing its escape.

However, ahead of it, dozens of silver beams flickered into existence, and several silver, leech-like bugs appeared out of nowhere, all lunging towards the golden Nascent Soul.

A look of unspeakable horror spread across the Nascent Soul's face, its hands waved frantically, and its body emitted a tangible golden light in an attempt to fend off the silver leeches, alas to no avail.

All the silver leeches easily pierced through the golden light's defense, burrowing into the Nascent Soul's body.

The previously plump golden Nascent Soul quickly shrank, becoming emaciated tenfold within a few breaths before bursting into pieces.

Within the Shura Blood Devouring Map, Yuan Ming sensed Wan Qi Hong's aura fading and was secretly alarmed.

No sooner had the black-clothed monk appeared than Wan Qi Hong had perished, evidently at the hands of this person; the monk's divine skills were indeed formidable.

Just as he was about to activate his Divine Sense to investigate further, the time for Black Incense Possession ended, and his consciousness returned to his body within the Black Tower.

"Finally back to your senses? Who would've thought the Stealing Heaven Tripod could be used in such a sneaky way! Did you discover anything?" Xi Ying looked at Yuan Ming as he slowly regained consciousness, her expression containing a trace of malice as she huffed.

Yuan Ming had no choice but to reveal the Stealing Heaven Tripod's possession ability to Xi Ying before attempting to possess the red-clothed woman.

Xi Ying immediately asked Yuan Ming if he had ever possessed her. Yuan Ming hastily denied it but mentioned that he had possessed Silver Cat Guoguo to check on Xi Ying's condition.

Xi Ying, being extremely clever, immediately recalled several odd occurrences involving Guoguo while on Red Lotus Island in the Southern Border, and pressed Yuan Ming for answers.

Yuan Ming did not hide the truth, admitting it was his actions while possessing Silver Cat that had caused those incidents.

Remembering the times when these odd changes occurred and how she had held Silver Cat in her arms, Xi Ying instantly felt her face flush with embarrassment and awkwardly chose to ignore Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming hurriedly apologized, promising he would never possess Guoguo again. Xi Ying reluctantly forgave him, though her demeanor still showed signs of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Wan Qi Hong is already dead, most likely at the hands of the black-clothed monk. Who exactly is this person?" Yuan Ming stood up and asked.

Upon hearing this, Xi Ying's expression slowly turned grave.

...

The shock was evident on the faces of Thunderbolt Ancestor and Golden Dawn Fairy when they saw that Wan Qi Hong was dead.

After reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, it was generally difficult to die in a conflict, as even if the physical body were destroyed, one could normally use a secret technique to allow the Nascent Soul to escape and later find another suitable body to seize.

Moreover, coming from the Chang Chun Temple's Wan Qi Family, Wan Qi Hong not only had formidable cultivation but also possessed more life-saving means than an average Nascent Soul cultivator.

Yet, he was still effortlessly killed by the black-clothed monk, who left him no chance of escaping with his Nascent Soul.

Almost instantly, Thunderbolt Ancestor and Golden Dawn Fairy harbored the same thought of fleeing this place of trouble.

When it came to life and death, no Spiritual Treasure was worth mentioning.

However, just then, a voice full of desire rang in their ears.

"Haha, life is short, why bother struggling for it? Why not join us in indulging our desires and make this trip to the mortal world worthwhile?"

The mind of Thunderbolt Ancestor trembled, and he suddenly felt as if a fire had ignited in his lower abdomen, making him increasingly restless.

At the same time, the apparitions of numerous female cultivators appeared by his side. Thunderbolt Ancestor looked carefully and saw that these phantoms slowly transformed into the female cultivators he had once 'harvested', all casting seductive glances and flinging themselves at him.

Golden Dawn Fairy, upon hearing the voice, also felt a faint flame ignite within her, but it was so weak that she easily suppressed it with a thought.

However, she then heard a thunderous noise. When she turned her head, she saw Thunderbolt Ancestor, seemingly crazed, with lust-muddled eyes, gesturing with his hands to cast spells, while endless lightning surged from his body toward the empty void.

The surging thunder poured towards Golden Dawn Fairy as well. She immediately raised her hand to summon the Golden Scroll, with her finger acting as a brush, she drew a rune on the scroll. Following that, golden letters emerged from the scroll, forming a Golden Bell in the air that enveloped her entire being.

When the thunder struck the Golden Bell, a sonorous bell sound echoed around, and ripples of sound waves spread outward, reaching Thunderbolt Ancestor's ears and dissipating the haze in his eyes.

Thunderbolt Ancestor regained his senses, and the apparitions of the female cultivators vanished from his sight. Recalling his actions just moments ago, he was truly horrified.

He gave Golden Dawn Fairy a grateful look and then immediately turned to flee.

Golden Dawn Fairy, seeing this, drew a new rune on the Golden Scroll. Countless golden letters wrapped around her body, and then she flew away with greater speed than Thunderbolt Ancestor, faster by a third.

Oddly, Dugu Feng and the black-clothed monk made no move to chase after the fleeing pair, standing silently and watching them leave.

Golden Dawn Fairy, who was escaping, looked back and saw this scene, a sense of alarm rising in her heart. Just then, an eerie voice came to her ear.

"The Shura Palace is so comfortable, why should I leave? I might as well stay here much longer, which is far better than my kennel."

Subsequently, a strong desire to stay arose within her. The Shura Cave Mansion's allure made it hard for her to leave. Was it truly what she wanted to abandon it so easily?

As the thought emerged, the golden light enveloping her gradually dissipated. She stopped her flight, looking around, her heart filled with reluctance.

At the same time, Thunderbolt Ancestor, seeing Golden Dawn Fairy halt, immediately remembered the spooky scene he had witnessed and realized they were both trapped by an illusion technique. The black-clothed monk was undoubtedly a Soul Cultivator.

In dealing with Soul Cultivators, their Five Thunder Sect was the foremost in the Central Plains. He was only caught off guard previously, but now, aware of the Soul Cultivator's deviousness, he was confident that he would not be bewitched again with the Magic Treasures he possessed.

If he could slay or even capture the Soul Cultivator alive, he would surely gain immense prestige, and his status within the sect would rise significantly.

"When people mention the Five Thunder Sect then, they will think of me, Thunderbolt Ancestor first, not my senior brother."

Reinvigorated by the words he heard, Thunderbolt Ancestor immediately stopped his tunneling light, turned around, and returned to the black-clothed monk with sparkling eyes.

Similarly, Golden Dawn Fairy, unable to part with the excellent environment of the Shura Palace, returned involuntarily, ready to claim the Cave Mansion from the hands of the black-clothed monk.

As they both returned to face the black-robed person, the desires that entangled their minds vanished in an instant.

Once they regained clarity, they first looked confused, then their expressions turned to one of dread. Thunderbolt Ancestor glared fiercely at the black-clothed monk and bellowed both in shock and rage, "Who on earth are you? You've already obtained what you wanted, what else do you intend to do?"

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