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The little monster swallowed the meat in its mouth and charged forward again.

This time it bit my arm.

Chen Yunhe slapped it, sending it flying. The little monster somersaulted twice in the air, shook itself off after landing, and then charged forward again.

Chen Yunhe then realized that this monster was not a physical body at all!

In just a few dozen moves, Chen Yunhe was bitten four or five times!

Chen Yunhe's face turned ashen.

He, the dignified Grand Elder of the Golden Crow Sect, a half-step Mahayana cultivator, was bitten all over by a beast, leaving him covered in bloody holes.

The little monster charged again, this time biting its butt.

Shen Yifei noticed that the little monster was no longer biting his crotch, probably because it was now too big to squeeze through.

Chen Yunhe reacted quickly, dodging to the side, but a tear was still made in his belt. He reached down and touched it; the belt was broken, and his pants were sliding down.

"You beast!"

Chen Yunhe grabbed the waistband of the pants and slapped it. The little monster was sent flying more than ten feet away, rolled on the ground, got up, and charged again.

Shen Yifei watched from the side, laughing so hard he coughed.

"Elder Chen, your pants are about to fall down."

Chen Yunhe gripped his waistband with one hand and dealt with the little monster with the other, his movements incredibly awkward.

The little monster saw an opportunity and started biting the hand that was grabbing his waistband.

Before long, Chen Yunhe had three bloody holes on the back of his hand. He grimaced in pain, and his pants fell down to his feet.

"Haha..." Shen Yifei laughed until tears streamed down his face. "Elder Chen, your butt is quite white."

Chen Yunhe's face turned pale and then purple. He had fought with his bare bottom exposed, and he had really lost face today!

The little monster didn't care whether he was naked or not, and pounced on him again.

Chen Yunhe kicked the little monster away, bent down to pull up his pants, and hurriedly tied a knot.

He looked up at Shen Yifei, his eyes red.

"Kid, you're asking for it."

Shen Yifei wiped away the tears of laughter. "Elder Chen, don't worry, let's continue fighting after you've fastened your pants."

Chen Yunhe took a deep breath and formed a hand seal.

A terrifying aura surged from his body. His hair turned from gray to snow-white, and dark golden patterns appeared on his skin.

"Master, this old thing is about to unleash a powerful attack." Liu Mengli's voice trembled slightly.

Chen Yunhe's aura continued to rise until it reached the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm before stopping.

Shen Yifei cursed, "A forbidden technique? Everyone in the Golden Crow Sect knows this!"

Chen Yunhe opened his eyes, and his pupils turned gold.

"Boy, this forbidden blood-burning technique of mine costs a hundred years of lifespan in exchange for the cultivation of a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator that is equivalent to the burning of an incense stick. To die under this forbidden technique is your good fortune."

He struck out with his palm.

This palm strike was completely different from the previous ones. Golden spiritual energy transformed into a fire dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards Shen Yifei.

Shen Yifei tried to dodge, but he couldn't move at all.

The pressure from the mid-stage Mahayana cultivator was too strong, pinning him to the spot so he couldn't even lift a finger.

The fire dragon crashed into his chest.

"boom!"

Shen Yifei flew two hundred feet, crashed through a small mountain, and was buried in a pile of rubble.

He lay on the ground, his mouth full of blood.

His chest was collapsed, seven or eight ribs were broken, his internal organs were displaced, and his nascent soul in his dantian was shrunken into a ball.

He crawled out of the rubble, one arm hanging limply, and his leg was lame.

Chen Yunhe's expression changed when he saw that he could still stand up.

"They're still alive?"

Chen Yunhe walked over and said, "Boy, I admit you are indeed strange. You are the first person to survive a palm strike from a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage."

Shen Yifei grinned. "Elder Chen, how long can your forbidden technique last?"

Chen Yunhe's eyelids twitched. "An incense stick's time. That's enough to kill you."

"And then what?"

"You don't need to worry about what happens after an incense stick burns."

Shen Yifei chuckled, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. He took out a snake scale from his storage ring and crushed it.

The snake scales shattered into powder, and a beam of white light shot into the sky.

Chen Yunhe's expression changed drastically.

"Are you calling for someone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared out of thin air in front of Shen Yifei.

Bai Lu stood on the left, and Leng Shan Yue stood on the right.

Chen Yunhe's pupils contracted sharply. Both were at the early stage of the Mahayana realm. His current cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm, so fighting two early-stage Mahayana cultivators shouldn't be a problem.

Bai Lu moved first, her arm transforming into a snake's tail phantom as she lashed out at Chen Yunhe. Leng Shanyue flanked from the right, her fox claws faintly glowing. Chen Yunhe was now fighting two against one; golden spiritual energy and demonic power collided, creating a massive crater in the ground with a deafening boom.

Bai Lu was forced back three steps, while Leng Shanyue retreated four. Chen Yunhe stood still, the mid-stage Mahayana technique after the forbidden spell was indeed formidable.

"Two little demons dare to block my way?" Chen Yunhe's hair stood on end, and his forbidden technique burned to its peak. "Today, I'll take care of you both."

Bai Lu sneered, twisted her waist, and lashed out with her snake tail again.

Before the phantom even arrived, a barrage of ice spikes attacked Chen Yunhe. Leng Shanyue pounced from the other side, sending two balls of flame flying towards him.

Bai Lu's ice spikes collided with Leng Shanyue's fireballs, creating a clash of ice and fire. Chen Yunhe was caught in the middle, half of his hair singed and half of his body covered in ice shards.

"You two little demons are somewhat interesting." Chen Yunhe shuddered, ice shards shattered on the ground, and his singed hair floated down.

Bai Lu sneered, "Old man, how much longer do you have left with your forbidden technique?"

Chen Yunhe's expression changed. He had been engrossed in the fight and hadn't paid attention to the time. Now, reminded of this, he quickly calculated that he had at most half a cup of tea's time left.

We can't delay any longer.

Chen Yunhe forced the two women back with a single palm strike, then turned and ran.

With the residual power of the half-step Mahayana technique and the forbidden arts, he leaped several hundred feet in one go, twice as fast as when he came.

Bai Lu and Leng Shanyue chased after it for a few steps, only to find they couldn't catch up. The speed difference between the mid-stage and early-stage Mahayana cultivators was obvious, especially since the old man was running with all his might.

"We can't catch up." Leng Shanyue stopped in her tracks.

Bai Lu stopped too, and her complexion wasn't good. Letting that old man get away would cause endless trouble.

Shen Yifei sat on the ground with seven or eight broken ribs and one arm hanging down, but his mouth was still talking.

"Stop chasing him, let him get away."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a scream came from ahead.

Chen Yunhe fell from the sky, clutching his crotch with both hands, and rolled on the ground.

The little monster squatted next to him, chewing a bloody mess in its mouth.

The two women chased after them. Leng Shanyue glanced at the lump in the little monster's mouth and then turned away.

Bai Lu observed carefully and even commented, "This old man, despite his age, has quite a lot of stuff."

"Can't you be a little more dignified?" Leng Shanyue glared at her.

"He's far inferior to your man!" Bai Lu added.

Shen Yifei struggled to his feet and limped over to Chen Yunhe.

Chen Yunhe lay on the ground, his face deathly pale, his crotch soaked in blood. He was, after all, a half-step Mahayana cultivator; this injury wouldn't kill him, but it was incredibly painful.

"Boy, you...you, I'll kill you!"

However, the pain in that area was no ordinary pain; he couldn't even stand up!

Shen Yifei took out the Cauldron of All Things and placed it on Chen Yunhe's head. Chen Yunhe turned into a red light and disappeared!