Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

"Damn it, isn't this our cave? This scoundrel has actually hidden here." On the magical artifact, Zhou Shang looked at the gap-toothed hole that was in the distance.

A sense of utter speechlessness, like someone who's been paired with a dog, welled up inside me.

He stayed in the bamboo grove, while this rascal stayed in his gap-toothed hole.

When Songlintan was destroyed, they all thought that the rogue had hidden somewhere in the vast mountains. Little did they know that he was hiding right under their noses.

They really played a clever trick of hiding the truth from the obvious.

"If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Hu's extraordinary abilities in searching and tracking, who would have expected him to hide in your cave?" Luo Yi stared at the increasingly close gap-toothed cave, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

He first lost his disciple, then wasted spirit stones making medicine, all to remove the sword hanging over his neck.

Today is the day to achieve victory and avenge our defeat.

Perhaps sensing their presence, a person and a dog emerged from the gap-toothed hole and looked out from afar.

Sensing Wang Mian's aura as a second-level Qi Refining cultivator, Luo Yi's lips curled into a cold, deadly smirk: "Still only at the second level of Qi Refining. Last time someone protected you, but today I'll see who can save you!"

The reason he painstakingly refined the Soul-Tearing Ointment was not to deal with Wang Mian, who was only at the second level of Qi Refining, but to deal with the dog demon beside him.

If it weren't for the dog demon's repeated assistance in helping him escape, Wang Mian would have been reduced to ashes by those people long ago.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, you all hurry up and follow. I'll go test the dog demon's quality first, so that if we all rush in at once, we don't scare it away!" Zhou Shang said.

He could no longer contain his old and new grudges. He suddenly unleashed his magic power, and the greatsword in his hand emitted a sharp blade light. He leaped down from the sky, like a meteor crashing down on Wang Mian.

"You little thief, die!"

The greatsword, aimed straight at his head, was incredibly powerful. Wang Mian did not retreat; several talismans flickered, enveloping him in layers of spiritual light.

Bai Jiuniang opened her mouth again and spat out a dense blue demonic power that condensed into a large shield, protecting Wang Mian in front of him.

As Zhou Shang drew closer, Wang Mian's aura suddenly changed. His magical power, which was originally at the second level of Qi Refining, surged instantly, climbing to the third level of Qi Refining.

His magical power surged, covering the longsword in his hand with a layer of sword energy. He launched his killing move, aiming directly at Zhou Shang, who was slashing through the air with two swords in his hands.

"What?"

As Zhou Shang raised his sword to strike, his pupils constricted as he faced Wang Mian's initial sword move. An extremely dangerous intuition surged within him, as if he were being pricked by needles.

How could this be?

At this point, he had no chance to think further. He was in mid-air, his moves were outdated, and there was no way to change his tactics. He could only increase his magical power and try to use a killing move to kill Wang Mian.

The blade's edge crashed into the demonic shield.

The blade shattered, the great shield vanished, and the attack only stopped after slicing through several layers of Wang Mian's protective amulets.

"Old dog, farewell." Wang Mian's longsword was covered with thick sword energy, and the moment Zhou Dao stopped, it went straight for his neck.

Like cutting through rotten wood or tofu, it instantly tore through Zhou Shang's hastily erected protective magic power, and with undiminished force, it flashed past his throat.

He felt a sharp pain in his throat, and Zhou Shang subconsciously touched his neck, finding it slippery and warm. He looked up and saw it was covered in bright red blood.

"Sword... Qi?" Zhou Shang exclaimed in a mixture of sudden realization and disbelief.

I felt my life force draining away rapidly, and the bleeding became uncontrollable. Then, a fine head shot into the sky, and hot blood gushed out like a fountain, emitting a pungent, bloody smell.

Pfft!

The headless corpse crashed down at Wang Mian's feet, twitched twice, and then died completely.

Such is the nature of battles between cultivators; life and death hang in the balance in an instant. Whether it's a magical artifact or a spell, it can take a person's life the moment they are no longer able to withstand it.

Arriving together, Master Huang and the Crimson-Haired Demon, who were not far behind Zhou Shang, witnessed the scene of Zhou Shang's head flying off.

It was as if I had been struck by lightning.

"Sword Qi? He's mastered sword qi! He killed Fellow Daoist Zhou with a single sword strike!" Bi Si exclaimed in shock.

A cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining... no, the third level of Qi Refining, relied on his sharp sword energy to instantly kill Zhou Shang, who was at the mid-stage of Qi Refining. This huge sense of unreality was even somewhat absurd.

However, at this moment, Zhou's head was on one side and his body on the other, and the scene of the body being separated from its head forced people to accept this reality.

Zhou Shangzhen was beheaded with a single sword strike.

The blood hadn't even dried yet.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, use poison! Quickly!" Seeing his friend die, Bi Si was both anxious and angry. He immediately took a few steps back and shielded Luo Yi in front of him.

Before he could remind him, Luo Yi took out the jade jar containing the Soul-Tearing Ointment from his storage bag, and with a surge of magical power, he was about to blow the Soul-Tearing Ointment out.

Once the poison powder is released, no matter what kind of sword energy, sword energy, or scoundrel it is, they will all suffer excruciating pain and be at the mercy of others.

But Wang Mian acted even faster than him.

The moment Wang Mian saw Luo Yi take out the jade jar, his spiritual senses trembled violently. It wasn't hard to guess that the group had gathered in the bamboo forest and hadn't bothered him for months, partly to protect themselves, and partly for some other purpose.

There must be some kind of harmful method in that jar. He didn't give Luo Yi a chance to cast a spell at all. With a flick of his left hand, a jet-black magic bead turned into a streak of dark light and accurately struck Luo Yi.

"I'll spend forty spirit stones to tear you two old dogs to pieces."

"You flatter me."

Luo Yi caught a glimpse of the magic bead hurtling towards him and knew something was wrong. He only had time to gather some of his magic power to protect himself and hurriedly retreated a few steps. The next moment, he heard a loud explosion right next to him.

"Boom!"

The thunderbolt exploded.

The dark lightning, mixed with violent destructive power, instantly engulfed Luo Yi, who was enveloped in spiritual light, in the explosion.

Then, the raging lightning and fire engulfed him completely. When his protective magic encountered the lightning and fire, it was like boiling water pouring over snow, instantly dissolving his magic.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and Luo Yi was left in pieces, here and there.

The jade jar containing the Soul-Tearing Ointment was also sent flying by the shockwave.

A dignified cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining in the Green Bamboo Forest was blown to pieces before he could even use his poison.

The red-haired demon Bi Si, who was standing on the edge of the explosion, was also affected by the lightning and fire. He was scorched black and had several wounds blasted out. He was then slammed hard against the mountain wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"escape!"

Despite his dizziness and injuries, Bi Si struggled to his feet. He had no thought of revenge left and desperately fled out of the valley.

He had only the thought of escaping, with no intention of resisting.

Further away, Hu Chui, who was watching this scene, was even more alert. Seeing that things were not going well, he picked up his magic weapon and was about to run away.

"Ninth Sister!" Wang Mian shouted coldly.

A white lightning bolt streaked across the sky. Bai Jiuniang's speed was terrifying; she caught up with Bi Si in just a few breaths. One after another, the demons the size of water vats rushed to devour her, and Bai Jiuniang spewed demonic fire to burn them.

Bi Si waved his hand again and threw out several strange infants, which viciously pounced on Bai Jiuniang, only to be smashed to pieces by Bai Jiuniang.

In the end, no more demons could escape from that tattered black banner, and Bi Si had no more evil magic. Having exhausted all his tricks, he was cut through his protective magic by Bai Jiu Niang's dense cyan wind blades, which severed his hands and legs.

With a scream, he crashed heavily to the ground.

Immediately, Jiu Niang ignored him, her demonic body leaving a trail of afterimages in the air as she chased after him into the distance. It took her the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to find the figure hiding in the mud.

This person's cultivation level was even lower than Bi Si's, but his magic was unpredictable and difficult to predict, and Bai Jiu Niang almost escaped from him several times.

Having swallowed the entire bottle of Qi-boosting pills, Bai Jiuniang's cultivation had already improved; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to so easily block Zhou Shang's aerial slash.

In addition, his speed of escape is unpredictable and as fast as lightning.

They eventually captured him.

Outside the gap-toothed cave, deathly silence returned, with only the strong smell of blood and the acrid smell of burning lightning permeating the air.

Wang Mian picked up the jade jar, raised his longsword, and walked towards Bi Si, who had been turned into a human pig. He pressed the tip of the sword against Bi Si's forehead and asked, "What's in this jar?"

Cold sweat mixed with blood soaked through his clothes. With no hands or feet, Bi Si was in excruciating pain, his face contorted as he screamed in agony.

With the sword tip pointed at his head, he stopped screaming in agony.

He knew perfectly well that he was destined to walk the road to the underworld today, and even if he begged for mercy, Wang Mian would not spare his life and would definitely avenge his master.

"spit!"

A thick spit of blood flew towards Wang Mian, and Bi Si looked like a madman: "Even if Grandpa dies, he won't tell you a single word."

Deep down, Bi Si still had some backbone; he chose to die with his back straight rather than kowtow and beg for mercy.

Knowing he wouldn't say anything, Wang Mian didn't ask any more questions. With a swift movement of the longsword covered in sword energy, he ended Bi Si's life.

Blood seeped out in specks, slowly flowing, and the head slid off the neck, leaving an unusually smooth wound.

Wang Mian sheathed his longsword: "The grudges of generations have been settled. Farewell, fellow Daoist."