I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

We arrived at the mass grave.

The rain did not lessen; in fact, it intensified.

Shen Qingqing walked at the front, holding a faintly glowing positioning jade talisman in her hand, seemingly searching carefully.

She glanced back at Ning Qian and Fang Xuan, who were only a few steps away, and a barely suppressed malice flashed in her eyes.

"I think I've made a discovery here..."

She was the first to rush towards the depression.

Fang Xuan, carrying a black sword wrapped in cloth, followed Ning Qian at a leisurely pace.

The rainwater was slid away by an invisible spiritual barrier when it came within a foot of his body, leaving his clothes completely dry.

He took a seemingly casual step, his foot landing precisely on a bluestone slab that seemed somewhat out of place in this setting—

Instantly, dark red lines spread out from the bluestone slab, outlining a formation that covered the entire area.

The pattern lit up with a dark red light, and a powerful binding spiritual force suddenly erupted, completely enveloping the three people within the array's range.

Shen Qingqing grinned maliciously, took a few steps back, stood at the edge of the formation, and held a bronze mirror covered with runes in her hand.

"Spirit-Locking Mirror, activate!"

He frantically poured his spiritual energy into the ancient mirror.

It was the backup plan that Shen Chen gave her.

The Earth Binding Spirit Locking Array, combined with the Spirit Locking Mirror, a Xuan-grade magic artifact specifically designed to suppress spiritual power!

Under this dual suppression, even a cultivator at the early stage of the Golden Core realm will experience sluggish spiritual energy circulation and a significant reduction in strength!

Moreover, the two people in front of them are Ning Qian, a cripple who has lost all her cultivation, and Fang Xuan, who has just broken through to the Void Core stage and whose foundation is not yet stable!

In her view, this was a hopeless situation.

Shen Qingqing finally stopped hiding it.

"Ning Qian! Didn't expect this, did you? Today, this will be your burial ground!"

Her gaze was fixed on Fang Xuan again: "Junior Brother Fang, are you scared now? If you obediently kneel down, beg me, and swear to be loyal to me alone from now on, to be the most obedient dog at my feet..."

"Perhaps I can spare your life, and only take the blood of that bitch Ning Qian!"

In her mind, Fang Xuan must be terrified at this moment, his spiritual power greatly suppressed, his strength reduced to less than one-tenth, and he has no other choice but to submit!

But Fang Xuan simply stood still, without even changing his sword-holding posture.

So Shen Qingqing's smile gradually froze on her face.

How come he's not flustered at all?! Is he just putting on a brave face, or...?

Before she could think it through, Fang Xuan stopped looking at her and turned to Ning Qian, who had been silent beside him.

Ning Qian had kept her eyes down, but she slowly raised them now, her cold eyes reflecting a blood-red light.

This dismissive attitude completely enraged Shen Qingqing.

"You dare to be so arrogant even when you're about to die! I'll kill you first, you slut!"

Shen Qingqing shouted sharply, and a flash of light appeared in her hand, revealing a thin, chilling sword.

She poured most of her spiritual power into the Spirit Locking Mirror to maintain the suppression, and thrust her sword straight at Ning Qian's heart.

In her eyes, Ning Qian was no different from an ordinary person now, and this sword strike was enough to take her life.

But facing this fierce sword strike, Ning Qian merely turned slightly to the side.

Immediately afterwards, she joined her fingers like a sword and lightly brushed against the incoming blade.

A sharp, piercing intent suddenly erupted from the sword.

Shen Qingqing let out a shrill scream as a sharp pain shot through her wrist, nearly causing her to drop her rapier.

A deep, bone-revealing bloodstain appeared out of nowhere on her wrist, and blood gushed out instantly.

How could this be! She clearly lost her spiritual bones and her cultivation was completely destroyed!

Why?! Why can this woman, who has lost everything, still be so easily hurt?!

Why is it that no matter how hard Shen Qingqing tries, she can never surpass this good-for-nothing she despises the most!

Ning Qian didn't look at her anymore. After a few sword strikes, Shen Qingqing was unable to defend herself and was covered in wounds.

But ignoring the excruciating pain from her wounds, she screamed at the concealed evil cultivators:

"What are you all hiding for? Attack! Kill her! Kill Ning Qian first! Whoever takes her life will be richly rewarded!"

The seven or eight evil cultivators exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with ferocity, and slowly surrounded Ning Qian and Fang Xuan, who were shrouded in the formation.

With their numerical advantage and the suppression of the formation, they seemed to have a high chance of winning against a cripple and a severely weakened core cultivator.

The leader grinned maliciously at Ning Qian, then glanced at Fang Xuan, who was holding a sword and seemed unable to move due to the pressure of the formation. He was secretly pleased with himself.

According to the plan, they would first cooperate with Shen Qingqing to kill Ning Qian, and then... take advantage of the chaos to kill Shen Qingqing, so that they could steal the spirit bone!

perfect!

He licked his lips, pointed his broadsword at Ning Qian, and shouted, "Brothers, charge!"

Several evil cultivators shouted in unison, each wielding a weapon and channeling their spiritual power, rushing towards Ning Qian from different directions!

The flashing blades instantly engulfed Ning Qian's slender figure!

A cruel and gleeful smile appeared on Shen Qingqing's face, as if she could already see Ning Qian being torn apart by a flurry of blades.

However, the next moment—

The two evil cultivators at the forefront had just raised their swords when their bodies suddenly froze.

Then, to their horrified surprise, a thin red line inexplicably appeared on their necks.

"Pfft—"

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and two heads rolled to the ground, their faces still frozen in a ferocious expression as they lunged forward.

"What the hell?!" The other evil cultivators were so frightened that their attacks stopped abruptly, and they looked around in surprise and doubt.

Only the leader's pupils suddenly contracted.

Was that the kid with the sword? He wasn't suppressed by the formation?!

He suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan had raised his head at some point, and his eyes, under the dark red light, were so calm that it sent chills down one's spine.

"Have you had enough fun?"

"I've had my fill of fun... it's my turn now."

Before the words were even finished, this ancient sword, exuding a deep and fierce aura, revealed its true form for the first time in this land of slaughter.

As soon as the sword was drawn, the dark red light emitted by the Earth Binding Spirit Locking Array began to sway violently.

The "Spirit-Locking Mirror" suspended in mid-air also made a cracking sound, and the light on the mirror surface flickered.

His second brother was determined to stand firm; no one could stop him. Even a Xuan-grade or Tian-grade would be blown away...