Mortal: I, Zhang Tie, started by joining forces with Han Li to kill a strategist.

"Interesting!" Wang Chan's competitive spirit was completely aroused. She never expected to encounter such an opponent in this small Yue Kingdom.

But what he enjoys most is torturing his opponents!

Wang Chan raised her fork and attacked again, and Zhang Tie met her head in response. The sounds of the magical weapons clashing echoed through the valley.

However, after exchanging more than a dozen blows, a glint of light suddenly appeared in Wang Chan's eyes. The Azure Yin Fork in her hand suddenly released countless invisible threads that were bound towards Zhang Tie.

Zhang Tie's expression hardened. His powerful divine sense made him immediately realize that something was wrong. These threads were actually from cultivation techniques and divine souls, and they also carried a strong bloody aura.

Ghostly Silk?!

Zhang Tie dodged to the side, and at the same time, the blade of his Po Jun Dao gleamed, severing the threads in front of him. Simultaneously, the Qing Gang Tower appeared above Wang Chan's head, unleashing its binding power to firmly immobilize her.

The blade's light slashed towards Wang Chan like a crescent moon. Wang Chan's face showed shock, but a strange blood red flashed in her eyes. It seemed that she had used some kind of secret technique and forcibly broke free from the Qinggang Tower's binding power!

"you--"

Wang Chan retreated more than ten feet, her face pale, her eyes fixed on Zhang Tie. She hadn't expected that her Yin Soul Silk would be so easily broken by the other party, and that he had almost killed her with a single blow!

You should know that with his Yin Soul Silk, he has almost no rivals among those of the same level in the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Today, however, she almost suffered at the hands of this nobody in front of her, which made Wang Chan's killing intent even stronger.

"Boy, you do have some skills! This young master doesn't kill nameless nobodies, state your name!" Wang Chan said sharply, the paleness on her face quickly fading.

"I am Mo Tie! My good son, you better remember this!" Zhang Tie sneered. He had also tested out his opponent's strength during their previous exchange.

Ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators are almost no match for this guy; they would probably be defeated by those Yin Soul Silks. But he just happened to encounter himself, who possesses the divine soul of a late-Foundation Establishment cultivator, making him a natural counter.

In summary, Wang Chan is stronger than an ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, but not to the point of being insurmountable.

Wang Chan's face turned ashen. She took out a blood banner magic artifact similar to the one worn by the old man in black robes from her sleeve. Blood mist instantly spread out, enveloping the two of them.

"Boy, you'll pay for your words!"

Wang Chan's gloomy voice came from all around.

Zhang Tie frowned and expanded his divine sense, only to find that his perception was suppressed.

This guy is definitely not to be underestimated. He probably has a lot of hidden cards up his sleeve, just like Tian Buque.

However, Wang Chan's idea of ​​suppressing his soul was simply wishful thinking.

Zhang Tie glanced at the Yin-Yang Locking God Formation. The black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator was trapped inside the formation, and the blood mist had been almost completely wiped away. At this moment, the Yin-Yang Locking God Formation truly began to unleash its power. The power of the Corrupting God continuously eroded his soul, making his movements increasingly sluggish. It was only a matter of time before he was annihilated!

Wang Chan was obviously aware of this as well. Although she didn't care about the life or death of that good-for-nothing, she felt that he was not up to the task of holding off Zhang Tie alone.

Within the blood mist, all the silver threads had been laid out. A savage glint flashed in Wang Chan's eyes: "The fact that the Yin Soul Threads were severed earlier must have been a coincidence. This time, with my divine sense suppressed, let's see if you can survive!"

Countless strands of Yin Soul were hidden in the blood mist. Wang Chan raised her hand and made a move, and all the Yin Soul strands tightened instantly, with Zhang Tie's figure in the middle.

"Using the same old trick again? Don't you have any other methods?"

Before Wang Chan's smile could fade, a sneer came from within the blood mist. Immediately afterward, sharp blade light flashed where the Yin Soul Silk was bound. Wang Chan sensed the Yin Soul Silk dissipating, and her smile froze completely.

Zhang Tie, having lost interest in continuing the game, activated the Golden Embryo in his dantian. A golden, malevolent aura flew out from his palm, silent and swift as lightning, heading straight for a spot to his side and rear.

Wang Chan sensed danger, her expression changed drastically, and she quickly activated the Blood Banner to shield herself.

"Pfft!"

Under Wang Chan's horrified gaze, the Demon-Slaying Golden Qi pierced directly through the Blood Banner artifact and, with undiminished momentum, shot towards Wang Chan's chest.

Wang Chan dodged to the side with all his might, but the golden energy of the Demonic Aura grazed his ribs and tore open a gash, causing blood to gush out. If he hadn't dodged quickly, the blow would have pierced his heart.

At the same time, the malevolent energy carrying an aura of destruction spread directly from the wound to other areas.

Unlike Zhang Tie, who cultivated by absorbing malevolent energy, Wang Chan's complexion was not so pale as to be invaded by malevolent energy, which made his already pale face even paler.

The blood banner was destroyed, and the blood mist could no longer be sustained and gradually dissipated.

"You—" Wang Chan clutched her wound, desperately using her spiritual power to suppress the evil aura, her eyes filled with horror.

What kind of magic is this? It can so easily penetrate magical artifacts and protective spiritual light.

Seeing that Zhang Tie seemed about to raise his hand again, a hint of panic appeared in Wang Chan's eyes.

His other helper was trapped in the formation before he could even make a move. He wasn't confident he could handle the kid in front of him alone, and he was also injured.

"Retreat!" Wang Chan gritted her teeth and made a decision instantly.

"Mo Tie, is it? I'll remember you!" He pulled out a blood-red talisman from his pocket, slapped it on his body, and transformed into a streak of blood-red light, disappearing into the distance.

"Naive!" Seeing that the other party was still spouting threats, Zhang Tie rolled his eyes, but did not pursue them.

Defeating the opponent is easy, but killing them is extremely difficult. After all, they are the young master of a sect and a Nascent Soul disciple. Who knows what treasures they might pull out if pushed too far? Zhang Tie would be completely helpless then.

Upon seeing this, the black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator trapped in the Yin-Yang Locking God Formation felt a chill in his heart. The young master had actually abandoned him and run away. Was there no justice in the world?

Looking at the black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator in the formation, Zhang Tie's expression grew cold. Wang Chan had many trump cards, and he wasn't confident he could take him down. So he would use Wang Chan's storage bag to compensate for his losses. A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and from a major sect at that, should have quite a few good things.

The black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator was startled when he saw the cold glint in Zhang Tie's eyes.

Zhang Tie didn't waste any words with him. He unleashed two top-tier magic weapons, the Azure Gang Tower and the Broken Army Blade. Although the black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator was a small realm higher in cultivation, he was trapped in the formation after obeying that idiot Wang Chan's orders, which greatly reduced his combat power.

The black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator fought with all his might to resist, but the Yin-Yang Locking God Formation continued to erode his soul, and Zhang Tie finally seized an opportunity.

"puff--"

The Breaking Army Blade struck the black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator's shoulder directly, splattering blood. The cultivator screamed and staggered backward, but the Azure Gang Tower seized the opportunity and rammed into him, the towering ten-foot-tall structure crashing into him.

The black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator could no longer hold on. He coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, his spirit weakening. His soul was being eroded, and he had completely lost his fighting ability.

Just to be on the safe side, a golden light flashed in Zhang Tie's palm, and the evil energy directly pierced through the head of the black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator, annihilating his soul!

[Killed Yin Shi, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator; Karma value +800]

Current causality value: 2890

"I wonder how Han Li is doing..." Zhang Tie muttered to himself as he put away the unlucky fellow's storage bag.

A moment later, a beastly shadow streaked across the sky and flew towards the location of the Hidden Moon Sect's market.