“Brother Yu!”
Tao Xiaolan hid behind the elder, shivering and praying for her older brothers to come quickly.
“Damn!”
Seeing this scene, Fang Yu’s face turned extremely ugly.
Watching the rolling thunder and earth fire, he clenched his teeth and took out a chunky crimson-yellow talisman.
Activated by mana, the talisman burst forth with a fierce and surging presence.
“That’s a Talisman Treasure, Sister Miaoge, be careful!”
Lu Changsheng, seeing this scene, immediately raised his voice to warn her.
He thought to himself that Fang Yu really had some fortune to possess even a Talisman Treasure.
“Hmm?”
Just then, he suddenly sensed two streams of energy shooting towards them.
“Foundation Establishment Late Stage, two of them!?”
Lu Changsheng turned his head to look, his expression turning grim.
He hadn’t expected that this group of Robber Cultivators hid so well, having two Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivators.
No wonder they dared to pull off such an arrogant and childish stunt like sending a bell as a challenge.
Because they truly had the power and confidence to do so!
“It seems I can’t spare my talismans today. I hope you don’t disappoint me and make me suffer a loss,” Lu Changsheng murmured to himself, activating the two Thunderfire Talismans in his hand, unleashing endless thunder and earth fire that surged and rolled towards Fang Yu and the emaciated elder.
“Boom boom boom—”
Facing such a tumultuous onslaught, the emaciated elder’s dark green light barrier and the white mist emanating from a white long banner could not hold up, getting consumed by the incessant thunder and earth fire.
“Brother Yu!”
In the midst of the thunder and earth fire, a piercing scream rang out.
“Xiaolan!”
Fang Yu’s eyes turned bloodshot, reminded of the scene ten years ago when his parents were brutally killed.
“Li!”
Just then, the crimson-yellow talisman in his hand activated, and with a cry of a divine bird, it transformed into a golden ring engulfed in flames.
The golden ring unfolded like a Vermilion Bird Divine Bird, its wings spread wide, flames raging, nearly tearing open the dark night sky as it charged towards Lu Miaoge.
“Vermilion Bird Ring, kill!”
Fang Yu’s eyes reddened with rage as he roared furiously, attempting to use this Talisman Treasure to slay Lu Miaoge and Lu Changsheng.
“Boom boom boom—”
The Vermilion Bird Ring, burning everything in its path, tore through the endless thunder and earth fire, transforming into a majestic Vermilion Bird and pouncing on Lu Miaoge.
Lu Miaoge was well-prepared for such an attack.
In her hand, a Second Rank top-quality Golden Light Insignia took form as a resplendent golden barrier, sheltering her.
At the same time, she wielded a talisman painted with a Bronze Spear, radiating a terrifying aura.
It was the Bronze Spear Charm that Lu Changsheng had given her.
She too sensed the arrival of two Foundation Establishment Cultivators with daunting auras and knew these Robber Cultivators were not simple, daring not to hold back in the slightest.
“Swoosh swoosh swoosh—”
After seeing the emaciated elder’s death, Lu Changsheng brought forth a fan forged from black fine iron.
The fan in his hand turned into numerous Black True Mystery Spikes shooting out, forming a black iron carapace around Lu Miaoge.
He knew the Vermilion Bird Ring Talisman in front of him was extraordinarily dangerous, being a Talisman Treasure with significant killing power. He worried it might accidentally harm Lu Miaoge.
Meanwhile, seeing the arrival of the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators, nearly a hundred talismans streamed from his sleeves, settling in all directions around them, intending to seal off both himself and Lu Miaoge.
“Roaring thunder!”
The Vermilion Bird Ring, like a golden divine bird, struck Lu Miaoge’s Golden Light Barrier, producing a violent cacophony.
Countless flames burned upon the golden light, causing it to dim instantly and shatter into fragmented golden specks.
However, just as the Vermilion Bird Ring was about to continue its attack on Lu Miaoge—
“Pfft!”
A Red Gold Flying Sword shot forth, exploding with endless sharp radiance, breaking through Fang Yu’s protective aura.
Fang Yu felt his hair stand on end, his Mental Spirit trembling.
The next moment, his world spun wildly, and he saw a headless corpse.
At the neck of the headless body, there was a Red Gold Flying Sword.
“He was the Sword Cultivator from back then…”
A surge of hatred, anger, and fear arose in Fang Yu’s heart.
But before he could continue to ponder, his consciousness plunged into an endless darkness.