Chapter 105 Battle

"This place is the spiritual vein of my Xu family. In less than a quarter of an hour, my Xu family's Foundation Establishment cultivators will arrive. At that time, you little thieves will surely die without a burial place."

Xu Zhenlin's eyes were bloodshot, and the magic weapon in his hand was a pair of iron rings, which blocked the two magic weapons.

At the same time, he was bluffing, preparing to scare the group away.

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Xu family!"

The people besieging the spiritual vein dispersed, and the blue-and-white-eyed cultivator slowly stepped forward. Xu Zhenlin's expression changed drastically upon seeing him.

"Perfected Qi Refining? Are you from the Ma family or the Li family?"

Xu Zhenlin stared intently at his opponent until the very last moment, trying to find some flaw in him so that he might know who had made the move.

"Oh!"

The other party did not answer directly, but only showed a mocking smile, seemingly disdainful of replying.

"It's best not to know anything about the dead."

A flash of killing intent crossed the cultivator's eyes, and Xu Zhenlin felt as if he had instantly fallen into icy water, his entire body enveloped in a chill.

"Yin-Yang Double Rings, for defense against..."

Before Xu Zhenlin could even finish speaking, he felt a movement around him, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar headless corpse, his vision still swaying.

Finally, the body collapsed from exhaustion. He then saw a pair of exquisite, familiar rings, their luster gone, lying beside the body. Only then did he realize—

"That's my own corpse!"

The blue-and-white-eyed cultivator casually tossed Xu Zhenlin's head aside, not even glancing at the remains.

"Don't leave anyone behind!"

The cultivator glanced to the side and saw the mortals and cultivators who had survived the initial attack, and spoke calmly.

"yes!"

"We must also send people out to pursue the escaped cultivators."

"Elder, it would be troublesome if the Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Xu family arrived!"

His men were filled with worry. Although they had broken through the formation, the wrath of the Foundation Establishment cultivators was not to be trifled with.

"Don't worry, someone will hold them off for us."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a group of cultivators with only the initial stage of Qi Refining charging over with fierce expressions. They only had the lowest quality magic weapons in their hands and wore thick iron armor, looking like an iron tower from a distance.

"These are fake cultivators from the Xu family."

"Commendable courage, but somewhat overestimating one's abilities."

With a casual wave of his hand, the blue-and-white-eyed cultivator unleashed a spiritual blade that instantly cleaved the thick iron armor of the pseudo-cultivator in two, as if it were made of paper.

Their meager spiritual power in their dantian was practically nonexistent, and with a single strike, more than ten people in the lead were killed.

"Ahhh..."

One of them was not dead, but he was split in two with his navel as the center, which was no different from being cut in half at the waist. He dragged his intestines on the ground, howling and crawling.

In the past, he would have died soon, but now that he had become a pseudo-cultivator, his vitality was much stronger than before, and he would not die anytime soon. All that could be heard were his screams echoing all around, which terrified many pseudo-cultivators.

"Kill them, buy the immortal masters time so they can escape as much as possible. Don't forget, you and I are also members of the Xu family."

Among the remaining pseudo-cultivators, an old man with white hair and beard roared and charged forward, desperately wielding his magical weapons, trying to kill as many enemies as possible.

However, these enemies all possess defensive magical artifacts. Their rudimentary artifacts would be like throwing eggs against rocks if they landed on them, and a casual wave of the opponent's hand could be fatal to them.

"Bang!"

The old man's magical artifact shattered. He roared and clenched his fist, slamming it down again. The other man didn't even retaliate, letting his fist fall. With a crack, white bone fragments pierced through flesh.

The old man was panting heavily. He raised his head and stared intently as the other person collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Behind him, there were no more pseudo-cultivators who could stand; they were all lying on the ground, their blood reaching above their ankles.

"You're a tough nut to crack. If you tell me some useful information about the Xu family, I might save your life."

The blue-and-white-eyed cultivator looked down at the old man with admiration in his eyes.

"Bah! Although I am a pseudo-cultivator, I still have my pride. I will never betray my family."

He dodged the glob of phlegm mixed with teeth and blood, and shook his head with some regret.

"I don't dislike arrogant people; let him go in a good way."

The person with blue and white eyes turned around and gave instructions to his subordinates.

"yes!"

Outside the spiritual vein, the cultivators who had escaped the calamity were running wildly into the distance.

"Auntie, hurry up!"

Xu Lingmin moved nimbly through the mountains and forests at an extremely fast speed, followed by a girl who had recently broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining.

She was being dragged along by Xu Lingmin with a look of terror on her face when her legs suddenly gave way and she fell heavily to the ground. The rough, sharp stones cut her skin, and bright red blood slowly seeped into the ground from her legs.

"Xiao Qi, you're just a burden by carrying me. Don't worry about me, just run!"

The girl who spoke was a cultivator from the Xu family's Yuan generation, named Xu Yuanmei. She was younger than Xu Lingmin and was at the most charming age of sixteen. Her brows furrowed slightly, making her look exceptionally delicate and arousing people's pity.

"Little aunt, come on, let me carry you. I didn't lose all that weight for nothing, so carrying you around is more than enough."

Xu Lingmin didn't have many other thoughts. He simply picked her up and gently pushed her behind him. Xu Yuanmei quickly hugged his shoulders tightly.

The wound accidentally touched Xu Lingmin's robe, and a sharp pain instantly shot through her. Xu Lingmin clearly felt her aunt's breathing suddenly become much heavier behind her.

"Auntie, hurry up and get treatment, I need to get going."

Xu Lingmin immediately took a few strides and rushed forward. Fortunately, the nearby mountains and forests were Xu family territory, and they were very familiar with the surrounding environment.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a barely perceptible sound of wind breaking rang out. The surrounding sounds of wind and insects mingled with each other, confusing Xu Lingmin's senses. Fortunately, Xu Yuanmei, who had been paying close attention to her surroundings, noticed it immediately.

"Little Seven, hide!"

Xu Yuanmei grabbed his shoulder and suddenly exerted force, forcefully throwing Xu Lingmin to the ground. A long needle flew out from Xu Lingmin's shoulder, taking away a trail of blood.

"Good luck, good luck, brother. Two Xu family brats, which one do you want?"

Two black-robed monks stood on the treetop, looking down at the two.

Xu Lingmin let out a muffled groan, but he still hurriedly stood up, clutching his shoulder. He immediately summoned his magic weapon to defend himself and glared at the other party, but then his heart sank.

"One is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and the other is at the sixth level of Qi Refining. I'll stop them. Auntie, run!"

"No, there's one more!"