One person: I am Li Buren, I cannot bear to do anything!

"Cough cough."

Li couldn't bear to casually toss Wang Bing aside; his heart tightened.

"Hmph, you guys are really generous, you've even emptied your coffers to surround and kill me here."

There were more than ten people in total, but almost every one of them was a top-tier expert below the Ten Elders.

In other words, the Wang family is so large and powerful that it can produce such a group of strong individuals.

Among those dozen or so people, half were from the Wang family and half from the Holy Temple. If they were all from the Wang family, it would be fine. Even if Li Buren was no match for them, he knew their backgrounds and it wouldn't be impossible for him to escape.

But then came the Holy Temple, an opponent whose origins and even its methods and strength were completely unknown...

"So you're confident you're going to kill me today? The Wang family is colluding with the Holy Temple? If I were to tell anyone..."

"Aren't you afraid of the wrath of Wudang Mountain?!"

Li Buren took the long sword from his back and surveyed the jackals around him with a commanding presence.

Wang Bing then retreated behind the group and let out a cold snort.

"Afraid? Do you know how much my Wang family has paid just for this divine coating?"

"Each sacred painting capable of concealing a person requires immense effort and resources, let alone so many!"

Wang Bing snorted coldly, his eyes revealing unbridled resentment as he stared intently at Li Buren.

"But it doesn't matter, as long as I can kill you, it's all worth it!!!"

His voice was almost no longer human; it sounded like a beast, neither human nor ghost, squeezing out that kind of tone.

A complex crimson rune appeared on Wang Bing's forehead, faintly radiating a crimson light.

"Why do you want to be an enemy of the Wang family? Why do you want to be an enemy of my grandfather?"

"Why don't you just obediently admit defeat? Why don't you become the Wang family's dogs? Why do you resist?"

"You're all wrong! You're all wrong! Everything in this world should be based on my will!!"

Li couldn't bear to watch as the blood-red runes on Wang Bing's forehead shone brighter and brighter, even starting to grow like plants, gradually spreading from his forehead all over Wang Bing's body.

"Your temple's methods?"

Li Buren had never seen such methods before; without a doubt, they must have come from the Holy Temple.

The cultist covered in divine paint smiled and spoke in somewhat broken Mandarin.

"This is merely the evil desire in Young Master Wang's heart. The great Holy One bestowed power upon him; it is the power of desire!"

"It's alright. As long as I kill you, Young Master Wang will be free from his inner demons."

"Since Master Li is so righteous and kind, why not lend me your head?!"

Li Buren's feet instantly unfurled a mysterious formation, his robes shimmered with light, and his eyes emitted trailing rays of light, giving him the air of a banished immortal.

"I'll borrow your mother for a bit!"

The Qimen Formation opened, and Li Buren instantly teleported behind Wang Bing.

Just as Li was about to make a move, he felt a long sword slashing down from his right rear.

He had to quickly change tactics and dodge to the other side.

On the other side, a cultist unleashed a burst of crimson light, waiting for Li Buren to crash into it.

In the chaos, Li Buren raised his sword to parry, but the crimson light suddenly shattered, washing over Li Buren.

"Damn it!!"

Li Buren hastily adjusted his stance and then drew his sword to attack Wang Bing again.

At this moment, the members of the Holy Church and the Wang family gathered together, forming a battle formation according to their original tactics.

Although none of them could defeat Li Buren individually, they had the advantage of numbers and excellent teamwork.

This immediately put Li Buren at a complete disadvantage.

Not only did he fail to achieve anything despite several attempts, but he also suffered considerable injuries under the combined pressure of Wang Bing's frenzied attacks and the perfect suppression from both the Wang family and the Holy Temple.

For a moment, Li couldn't bear to see his white robe stained with blood, looking so disheveled.

"I don't believe it!"

Li couldn't bear it; the veins around his eyes throbbed, and his face contorted in pain.

Wang Bing was now completely controlled by the rune and could not utter a complete or clear sentence. He could only use his much stronger power to fight Li Buren head-on.

In addition, there were the Holy Temple's unpredictable methods and the Wang family's solid and steady cooperation.

Li Bu Ren, seemingly enraged, charged into the crowd without flinching or dodging, engaging in a bloody battle.

Until Li Buren's injuries worsened again, almost to the point of being seriously injured.

At this moment, the remaining light of the True Martial Sword within Li Buren's body suddenly shone brightly.

Li Buren's soul, which had been slightly stained with blood, was instantly cleansed and clarified.

He immediately realized something was wrong.

"I think I was also affected by that crimson light just now?"

"So I didn't even consider escaping or using other evasive tactics; my only thought was to kill Wang Bing?!"

"What a terrifying method..."

As Qingming Festival was restored, the look of apprehension in Li Buren's eyes grew even stronger.

"Keep suppressing him! He's seriously injured now and can no longer fight us head-on!"

"Keep him! We must keep him! If he leaves today, we'll be exposed!"

The leader of the church members shouted.

Several members of the Holy Church behind him also quickly flew over on the blood-red light, splitting into several directions to block Li Buren again.

"It seems we have no choice but to resort to that move!"

Li couldn't help but shout.

The surrounding churchgoers were startled and scattered in all directions, staring at Li Buren with apprehension.

Li Buren raised his brows and swept his fierce gaze around.

"snort!"

With a cold snort, Li Buren turned and ran.

First, he teleported directly to the edge of the Qimen formation, then quickly used the move "Kun Character Earth River Chariot", and then stepped on the Earth River Chariot and ran outwards.

Then, the Tongtian Talisman was flung behind them as if it were free, effectively stopping the momentum of more than ten people chasing after them.

"That was close! We almost capsized in the gutter this time!"

Just then, Wang Bing, who was far away, roared and stood with the Tongtian Talisman on his head, not stopping even though half of his body was charred by heavenly lightning.

Not only that, but those Wang family retainers were also busy.

The divine brushstrokes formed an object, completely blocking the remaining gaps and giving Li Buren no chance to escape.

Li couldn't bear to face it head-on, and with his last bit of strength, he swung his sword to break through the divine manifestation blocking his path.

But then another obstacle loomed ahead, one after another.

Wang Bing, who was behind him, roared and rushed over, tackling Li Buren to the ground.

"roll!"

With Wang Bing holding him by the neck, Li Buren was already bleeding profusely, and the flesh on his neck was exposed.

With great difficulty, he kicked Wang Bing away. At that moment, the disciples of the Holy Temple arrived and stepped on Li Buren's abdomen.

The old, accumulated wounds tore open again at this moment, and Li Bulian almost fainted from the pain.

Immediately afterwards, the Wang family members also arrived quickly, and together with Wang Bing, they surrounded Li Buren, who was half-dead on the ground.

"Weren't you supposed to be a great fighter? Holding the gates of Longhu Mountain all by yourself?"

"Didn't you want our patriarch to kneel? Weren't you so arrogant?"

One of Wang's retainers kicked Li Buren in the head, making him feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Clutching the soil around him with both hands, Li Buren forced himself to straighten up.

He heard a voice.

A voice that might save him.

"Chaos... Tuo!"

He used his last strength to unleash the chaotic golden clapper, and then collapsed to the ground.

Just a second before he fainted, he heard a shout coming from afar.

"Summoning spirits and dispatching generals!"