Wild Dogs

He turned his gaze to Yang Fan, but seeing Yang Fan lying on the ground, he couldn't help but shake his head.

His apprentice wasn't very capable; he couldn't possibly create such a large illusion.

So it seems that this place was originally there. So where exactly is the thing that creates illusions?

Thinking of this, Xue Ming looked around.

While he was looking around, Xuan Yang had already pounced on the three items.

These people were too busy fighting to pay attention to their belongings before, but now they finally have a chance to get them.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yang immediately rushed over and grabbed the porcelain bottle in his hand.

He was overjoyed when he opened it and saw the Azure Spirit Pill inside.

"It's actually the Azure Spirit Pill! This is truly a wonderful thing; it's like heaven is helping me!"

As he spoke, Xuan Yang tried to put the item into his body.

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped, his whole body convulsing.

"What's wrong?"

Xue Ming hurriedly stepped forward, snatching the porcelain bottle away as he spoke.

"poisonous."

Xuan Yang only uttered these two words before his entire body became incredibly weak.

Seeing this, Xue Ming knew something was wrong. He hurriedly tried to get the antidote, but then he found that he couldn't move at all and collapsed to the ground.

With a clang, the porcelain bottle rolled on the ground and landed at Yang Fan's feet.

At this moment, Yang Fan, who was pretending to be stupid, slowly opened his eyes.

He took the porcelain bottle in his hand, put it into his storage bag, and then looked ahead.

The situation of the people who were fighting earlier was different. The three who were injured and poisoned had died.

However, Xuan Yang and Xue Ming were indeed quite powerful. They were able to barely suppress the powerful poison gas, but it was clear that their movements were also extremely inconvenient.

Seeing this, Yang Fan walked over there.

"Yang Fan, what's wrong with you?"

Why are you unharmed?

Xue Ming said in disbelief, never expecting that Yang Fan would be completely unharmed at this moment.

Seeing this, Yang Fan snorted coldly.

"What's wrong?"

"Why am I like this, my dear master? Don't you know the answer?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan coldly sized up Xue Ming. Then he walked to Xue Ming's side and put away the other items. He was determined to get the small bell and the formula for the Nascent Soul Pill in the jade box.

After putting these things away, Yang Fan clapped his hands lightly and then began to unpack the storage bags of the others.

"You little thief, if you dare touch our things today, I will never forgive you. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will tear you to pieces."

Hearing this, Yang Fan was not angry but delighted, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Old man, you're about to die, and you're still trying to threaten me."

Facing imminent death?

Upon hearing this, Xue Ming was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized that he had been too arrogant; Yang Fan could easily kill him now.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Xue Ming's face turned extremely ugly. Damn it, how could he have been so arrogant?

Thinking of this, Xue Ming hurriedly spoke to Yang Fan.

"Good disciple, I misspoke."

"Alright then, if you spare my life, I'll let you take these things with you."

"Should I spare your life?"

"Too late!"

Yang Fan stepped on Xue Ming's chest.

"Tell me, what mark did you put on me?"

"Was it marked?"

"How could that be?"

"I didn't mark you at all."

Yang Fan snorted coldly.

"Stop playing tricks. If you didn't tamper with me, how could you have detected my movements?"

Yang Fan then shook his head repeatedly.

"If I hadn't done anything, why would I be constantly being threatened by you?"

"If it weren't for this concern, do you think I would have kept you alive?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan pointed his sword firmly at Xue Ming's throat.

Seeing this, Xue Ming took a deep breath.

"I left a mark on your shoulder with my divine sense; you can detect it if you examine it carefully with your divine sense."

Shoulder?

Yang Fan immediately and carefully scanned his shoulder with his divine sense, and this time he finally found the mark.

"Now that I've removed your mark, shouldn't you spare my life?"

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you anymore. I'm willing to swear on my Dao heart that as long as you spare my life, I will never kill you."

"The Dao Heart?"

Yang Fan snorted coldly.

"You might fool a ghost with that, but you can't fool me."

Then Yang Fan pressed him relentlessly for answers.

"Besides here, has anything else been tampered with?"

No, really not.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yang Fan pressed his sword against Xue Ming's throat, as if he was about to strike him down.

"If you don't tell the truth, I will definitely kill you."

"Okay, I also did something to your neck."

Xue Ming was truly flustered now; he never expected Yang Fan to be so ruthless.

Seeing this, Yang Fan searched around his neck and quickly found another extremely small mark. If Xue Ming hadn't reminded him to check, he really wouldn't have noticed it.

After completely erasing the two marks, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Now there shouldn't be any problems.

"Well, I've told you everything about your actions. Now you should let me leave, right?"

Xue Ming looked at Yang Fan with pleading eyes.

"Considering that I haven't really mistreated you, please let me go. That way, we'll be even."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Are we even now?"

"There's no way they can even things out!"

Yang Fan shook his head repeatedly.

"There's no such thing as 'even' between us."

He then took a deep breath and drew his sword, pointing it directly at Xue Ming.

"Enough with the nonsense, I'll send you to your death today."

As he spoke, he swung his sword down fiercely.

Seeing Yang Fan make a move, Xue Ming was almost in despair. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence at Yang Fan.

Instantly, the blood essence spurted out, and Yang Fan hurriedly dodged to the side.

This essence blood was extremely fast; if he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been killed instantly by it.

Seeing that his attack of blood essence had failed to kill Yang Fan, Xue Ming couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"I, Xue Ming, have cultivated for so many years, risking my life so desperately, only to end up in the hands of a coward like you. How laughable!"

Xue Ming laughed maniacally.

Seeing this, Yang Fan rushed over. To avoid any unforeseen complications, he was prepared to kill Xue Ming directly.

Just then, a layer of bloody energy emanated from Xue Ming's body, followed by Xue Ming's loud laughter.

"Kid, if you think you can kill me so easily, you're underestimating me."

As some blood energy surged out, a thick layer of blood cocoon appeared around his body.