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Could a Ying Cultivator really save me?
The three of them continued to tremble as a figure appeared on the horizon towards Fang Tang Mountain. At that speed, it would soon reach the battlefield. However, just before Gu could receive assistance, a surge of vibrant blood energy erupted above him, and a massive blood claw descended from the sky, aiming to tear him in half.
Quickly, he took out a Golden Bell Talisman and shielded himself with it, calmly watching as yet another Demonic Cultivator sought to claim his life.
A group of scurrying rats—now he finally understood why Minghong had not revived the Demonic Path after the Battle of Good and Evil had dragged on for over a hundred thousand years. No one would be willing to stand up for these shadowy rats. Not even other Daoist Sects would support them; even the fallen Light Path Classic was beyond their reach. The Light Path Classic had lost its way, while those filthy rats from the gutters had started with nothing—not even a Great Dao could accommodate their dirty refuse.
Before setting out, Gu had prepared everything. Ru Ming was not someone who clung to powerful allies; he didn’t need to rely on Sect strength. If the Dao Sect needed help, he would naturally take what he could use without hesitation—after all, it wasn’t his own.
Seeking death? Don’t think that just one Talisman can protect my life. Blood Sea Bind, break it!
In the sky, the Demonic Cultivator spread his arms wide, and the surging blood energy behind him transformed into whips that lashed down upon Gu's Light Shield. Each strike left cracks in the shield.
That was all there was to it; there were no other tricks. The three of them were honestly bound and captured, avoiding any trouble that might arise if he had to move against them personally. At that point, he wouldn’t be so indifferent towards those filthy rats.
Just as the Light Shield shattered, Gu pulled out another Golden Bell Talisman and activated its power, waiting calmly for his reinforcements to arrive. Nearby, Ye You watched the scene unfold with boredom, pondering Gu's reasons for bringing her along. She didn’t believe that those three insignificant minions could take down Gu; even three infant-level cultivators might give him a headache.
In Gu's eyes, Bu Luo displayed an apparent disadvantage but managed to keep his opponent at bay—a state that was perhaps most advantageous. Anyone who has fished knows that to catch a big fish, one must engage in a battle of strength with the fish that bites the hook. Maintaining tension on the line is crucial to prevent the fish from escaping. Gu aimed to do just that; every time he revealed a trump card, he ensured his opponent remained engaged and did not concede. Only then could he capture all those Demonic Cultivators in one fell swoop.
The second Golden Bell Talisman held out until reinforcements arrived. The Taoist Tian Zai unleashed strands of jade energy that intertwined with Mistake’s blood binds in a fierce struggle. Meanwhile, Gu continued to maneuver around the two opponents he had been facing from the start, occasionally taunting them and provoking their anger.
But honestly, they were powerless against Gu; they clearly couldn’t match him. In the distance, more cultivators from the Dao Sect were rushing over to provide support.
Both of them knew that they could not remain in such a stalemate any longer. They shouted into the sky, "Qu Xiaobing, quickly call for Zhang Hongyan to come! We need to resolve this swiftly."
"Forget it, Zuo Han, I can't control him."
"Go ahead, shout all you want. I'm curious to see just how many of our little mice are hiding."
The flying sword pointed directly at the Demonic Cultivator named Zuo Han. He immediately took a defensive stance, conjuring a Spiritual Energy shield in front of himself. However, what Zuo Han did not expect was that the sword would arrive before its wielder. A heavy palm struck down on his Spiritual Energy shield.
The sound echoed like a great bell, causing Zuo Han to feel dizzy and disoriented. Before he could regain his senses, the flying sword caught up with him and pierced into his right chest. Blood gushed uncontrollably from the wound.
In the midst of battle, Qu Xiaobing let out a furious roar but was entangled by the Dao Sect's Outer Sect elder and unable to move. Seeing Zuo Han gravely injured, he finally could not hold back any longer and crushed the communication talisman to summon reinforcements.
Zuo Han looked at the scene before him in shock. He never imagined he would find himself on the brink of death at the hands of a Foundation Practitioner. He also never thought that the Dao Sect's most basic Years of Sword Cultivation Technique could lead to such profound insights into the Light Path. That palm strike felt like a mountain pressing down on him, echoing like the drums of time in his ears—no ordinary spell could withstand it.
Zuo Han fell silent. Although Qunqin was entangled by another Demonic Cultivator and unable to save him, he could foresee that they were likely facing a devastating defeat.
There were many who could overpower him, and he gasped as he realized, "I don't deny it."
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