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However, compared to the angry Dao Fei, Dao Zhen seemed somewhat distracted.
He was not a disciple of Elder Qingzhuo, just a fellow disciple with the others on this Sky Boat, not very familiar with them.
Seeing many cultivators die one after another, he showed no emotion on his face, only looking at Qiao Mu with interest.
He liked observing ordinary people in daily life, especially those who were brave… and now, Qiao Miao, who dared to take the initiative to attack while facing dozens of cultivators, piqued his curiosity.
If he was alone in this place, maybe he wouldn’t even consider taking action, just preferring to quietly watch.
But since there were so many fellow disciples around him, he naturally couldn’t just stand by.
Although Qiao Mu didn’t know how powerful Samadhi True Fire was, he naturally didn’t think about resisting it with his physical body.
Seeing the true fire approaching, Qiao Mu furrowed his brows and decisively protected King Qin in front of him.
With a burst of immense strength, powerful internal energy swept through all directions, extinguishing the flames of the Samadhi True Fire in an instant.
"Come at me again!" At this moment, Qiao Mu was covered in wounds, but he paid no attention, swinging his King Qin fiercely towards Dao Fei’s protective golden bell.
"Red Moon Burning Blood Technique · Blood Sword Technique!"
Qiao Mu’s swordsmanship had reached a level where he no longer relied on the physical form of the weapon, treating King Qin’s body as a real sword.
Blood overflowing from his body, guided by his mind, naturally gathered on King Qin’s Martial Arts Golden Body, vaguely forming the shape of a long sword.
Originally in human form, through the gathering blood, King Qin’s body formed a huge blood sword, eight feet long, held in his hand.
In that moment, he exuded a domineering aura, surrounded by many cultivators, appearing as fierce as a demon, slashing through the air with King Qin to create three large crimson circles.
The first ring, the protective golden bell’s runes shimmered brightly on the surface.
The second ring, the runes on the golden bell’s surface twisted and disappeared in a trembling sound, the whole bell shook violently, and the surface visibly dented.
The third ring, the golden bell shattered with a loud bang!
As the golden bell shattered with clear cracking sounds, Dao Fei behind the bell spat out blood, his face turning pale as paper.
The life-bound treasure is a cultivator’s most important companion throughout life.
With the Blazing Essence Golden Bell destroyed, Dao Fei’s soul was severely shaken at the same moment, his body exposed in the air amidst the chaos.
The great circle, like a celestial artist’s brushstrokes, Dao Fei’s body fell from within the broad blood-red light, landing with a thud on the ground.
The world seemed to quiet down, leaving the spell-casting cultivators momentarily stunned.
Dao Fei, the leader of this journey, a golden core cultivator… died just like that?
"Did Dao Fei the immortal also die?" King Qin was also deeply shaken, experiencing a great shock.
No matter how strong King Qin was, his Martial Arts Golden Body could resist immortal techniques, but ultimately he was just a soldier for the Taoists, merely a pawn in the hands of the Immortal Gate.
Even elder disciples like Dao Xu, who seemed proud and lofty, had to cooperate with King Qin in the Great Qin Prefecture to help raise King Qin’s reputation.
However, in reality, how could someone like King Qin compare in status to the elder disciples?
Especially when facing Dao Fei, who had already reached the third level of the Golden Core in immortal cultivation.
This sword struck straight at the heart!
It killed Dao Fei, a cultivator from the Great Dao Sect with a golden core.
But in reality, it struck at King Qin’s heart.
King Qin had pinned his hopes of being saved on Dao Fei and other cultivators.
The cultivator, who had high hopes placed on him, and even the revered golden core cultivator, both died at the hands of Qiao Mu…
"Was my choice wrong?"
With this, his mind was greatly shaken. He was already suffering from the burning Samadhi True Fire, and his sanity completely collapsed.
As the last trace of consciousness faded, King Qin, who was already dying, dissipated into nothingness.
The blood-colored sword light spread out like ink in the air, forming three large circles that intertwined.
The bodies of cultivators with extraordinary demeanor rained down to the ground, indistinguishable from ordinary people, with blurred flesh, and twisted bones.
This scene falling into the eyes of the believers left them speechless, their mouths hanging open in shock.