What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I even have reason to suspect that the three taps he made on the armrest just now were some kind of code.

It's likely that a net has already been laid around this main hall.

Now that I've deduced that this is a trap set for me, only a fool would actually follow him!

Just as Lan Haiping walked to within a meter of me, and the night breeze blowing in from outside lifted the hem of his clothes, I moved.

There was no warning, and no unnecessary chatter.

My left arm, which was hanging naturally at my side, suddenly tensed up and then exploded!

The surging, river-like power of the Mountain-Shaking Force perfectly matched the jade-colored baleful energy gushing forth from my dantian, pouring wildly down the meridians of my left arm.

I twisted my waist and thrust my hips forward, and the bluestone slab under my feet made a crisp sound.

Immediately, I delivered a merciless straight punch, accompanied by a dull whistling sound as it tore through the air, straight toward Lan Haiping's seemingly bloated chest.

I didn't hold back at all with this punch.

For these powerful elders who can control a large area, showing any mercy would be cruel to oneself.

Lan Haiping clearly did not expect that I, a young man who always spoke in a mild and humble manner, would suddenly launch an attack without any warning.

But he was, after all, one of the five elders of the Lan family, and his Gu techniques and reaction speed were by no means ordinary.

Just as my fist was about to touch his chest, his squinting eyes suddenly snapped open.

At the same time, his wide right sleeve swelled up like an inflated ball and he swung it forward with a sudden motion.

A gust of foul-smelling black wind shot out from his sleeve, attempting to block my fist.

"Bang!"

My fist, brimming with ferocious killing intent, slammed fiercely into the black, bloody wind.

The jade-colored malevolent energy naturally countered this kind of Gu poison. The force of the fist instantly tore through the black mist and heavily imprinted itself on the arm he was using to block.

The moment their fists collided, a dull thud resounded.

At that moment, I didn't even look at how much damage that punch had actually caused him.

Because my goal wasn't to kill him here at all.

Using the immense recoil from the collision of my fist with his arm, I suddenly exerted force with my feet.

Instantly, I shot backward like an arrow, retreating rapidly toward the two wide-open doors of the Blue Hall behind me.

At that moment, my figure left a trail of afterimages in mid-air, moving at an extreme speed.

Once I break out of this enclosed hall and enter the open Miao village, I will have more control over the situation.

And just as my feet stepped over the half-foot-high wooden threshold of the Blue Hall, and my body plunged into the deepening night outside...

From inside the main hall behind him came a furious shout from Lan Haiping:

"Stop him!"

Before I could finish speaking, the mysterious, cool aura between my brows suddenly began to throb wildly, issuing me an unprecedented warning of danger.

In the darkness before me, the air, which had been completely empty, suddenly distorted without warning.

Immediately afterwards, a dark figure appeared out of nowhere in my retreat path, abruptly cutting off my escape route.

By the dim light coming from inside the hall, I could clearly see that the person was wearing a half-bronze mask and a strangely styled gray robe.

The aura emanating from him was cold and deathly.

The masked man appeared so abruptly, his speed completely exceeding the bounds of normal physics.

He didn't use any fancy moves, nor did he make any sound.

As it appeared, it raised a withered hand and silently patted my right shoulder.

That palm strike seemed light and powerless, but I sensed a deadly threat within it.

While suspended in mid-air, the old forces have been exhausted and the new forces have not yet been generated.

I had no way to avoid it.

In that split second, I could only forcefully twist my abdominal muscles, instantly converting the force originally intended for a backward lunge.

At the same time, he frantically poured his killing intent into his right arm, his five fingers joined together like a knife, and slashed head-on at the withered palm.

"Thump!"

Their fists and palms collided, producing another heavy thud.

The instant fist and palm made contact, a chilling and destructive dark force surged into my right arm meridians.

That force was extremely domineering; it actually tried to freeze the flow of qi and blood within my body.

The jade-colored malevolent energy within me instinctively launched a fierce counterattack.

At the same time, the golden light hidden deep within the malevolent energy, carrying the might of a dragon, also circulated rapidly through the meridians, dissolving the invading, cold, and dark energy layer by layer.

Although I neutralized the invading internal force almost instantly, I still felt an unbearable tingling and numbness in the bones of my right arm.

Several small, bloody gashes instantly appeared at the base of his thumb.

A tremendous recoil force slammed into my chest, making my breath catch in my throat.

I forced down the faint, sweet, and metallic taste that rose in my throat.

Using the immense force of the impact, I slid backward for a good five or six meters on the open ground of the bluestone slabs after my feet landed before I finally regained my balance.

Once I regained my footing, my brows furrowed instantly, and I stared intently at the masked man who stood motionless in place.

This person is a bit too strong.

Although I was caught off guard in mid-air and didn't unleash my full power in that last move, I still managed to deliver a powerful counterattack.

However, despite my body being strengthened several times and enhanced by the Mountain-Shaking Force, I still suffered a considerable loss from his seemingly casual palm strike.

The masked man's strength, in my opinion, is definitely no less than that of Wuxiang, the sect leader of the Shadow Sect.

It's even much stronger.

In the Lan family's territory, apart from a few elders, when did this mysterious expert suddenly appear?

Could the unknown force that was chasing Li Qing be this group of people?

However, the current situation has not given me much time to think or catch my breath.

In that brief moment when the masked man forced me to a stop in the open space with a single palm strike, I heard several faint whooshing sounds in the air beside me.

Immediately afterwards, two equally powerful and oppressive auras of Gu Masters locked me firmly from the left and right sides.

Out of the corner of my eye, I quickly glanced around and saw a gaunt old man dressed in black silently leap down from the shadow of the eaves of the Blue Hall on my left.

He was fiddling with a brightly colored centipede in his hand, staring at me with narrowed eyes.

Behind the stone pillar to my right, a white-haired old woman leaning on a wooden cane with a snake's head slowly emerged.

Her hair was completely white, and she wore a seemingly kind smile. Her cane tapped on the bluestone slab with a disturbing sound.

At the same time, Lan Haiping, with a gloomy face, slowly walked out of the Blue Hall.

He reached out and patted the dust I had just kicked up from his sleeves, then stood at the top of the steps.

Masked man, old man in black, white-haired old woman, Lan Haiping.