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

Then, Fang Xuan casually tapped the black sword in his hand lightly against the ground.

"Thump."

Centered on the spot where the black sword struck the ground, an overwhelming and domineering aura spread out in an instant.

"Snap! Snap snap—!"

The array patterns on the ground, like a spider web crushed by a tremendous force, were instantly covered with dense cracks.

Then, to everyone's horror, it crumbled and vanished inch by inch!

"puff--!"

The Spirit-Locking Mirror, suspended in mid-air, shattered with a crash, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

Shen Qingqing, who was connected to him by mind and spirit, was struck as if by a heavy blow. She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turned ashen, and her breath instantly weakened.

Only the cold rain continued to fall.

The few surviving evil cultivators, including the one-eyed leader, were all frozen in place.

This... this is not a weakened nascent soul at all!

This aura, this effortless power to break through formations and destroy artifacts... it's even more terrifying than some of the Golden Core elders they've ever seen!

Fang Xuan didn't look at those terrified evil cultivators.

His gaze fell on Shen Qingqing, who was coughing up blood, listless, and filled with despair and madness.

Then, he turned his head to the one-eyed leader:

"Now, it's your turn to keep your promise."

The one-eyed leader shuddered and instantly understood Fang Xuan's meaning.

This is an attempt to drag him down and use him to kill Shen Qingqing.

But killing him is killing him anyway. The body will be destroyed, and he'll be held accountable in the end. He can just secretly take the remains and run away.

The first question to be asked is his superior, Fang Xuan.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he turned around abruptly before Shen Qingqing could react.

"Pfft!"

The madness and resentment on Shen Qingqing's face froze instantly.

She slowly lowered her head, staring in disbelief at the hand emerging from her chest.

"You...you all..."

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but only blood and foam kept gushing out.

The leader's face twitched, and he suddenly pulled his hand out, tearing out her heart in the process.

My heart is in my hand, still beating.

Finally, her body crashed heavily to the ground, splashing up rainwater mixed with blood, and she was gone.

The few surviving evil cultivators, upon seeing Shen Qingqing's corpse on the ground, all fell silent, trembling with fear...

.......

"Senior, Shen Qingqing is dead. Now, quickly kill Ning Qian and obtain the spirit blood!"

The leader, panting heavily, shook off the blood and flesh from his hands and stared intently at Fang Xuan.

Kill Ning Qian, then secretly keep the spirit bone for myself... Perfect!

Ning Qian listened to this, her cool face remaining expressionless.

She didn't know Fang Xuan's specific overall plan, but she wouldn't misunderstand him either; she would just play along.

So, she slightly adjusted her posture, raised her eyes, and stared fiercely at Fang Xuan.

His lips were slightly pursed, giving him a tragic and heroic stance, ready to fight to the death and perish with the enemy.

Fang Xuan: "..."

Looking at Ning Qian's efforts to portray "fierceness," he felt that his senior sister's acting skills were... a bit too fake.

His gaze was certainly cold, but he could at least have said something sarcastic.

This sense of indignation, like "Come and hit me, I'd rather die than submit..."... it's like a kitten with its fur standing on end...

.......

Coming to her senses, she turned her gaze back to him and said calmly, "No rush."

The one-eyed leader was taken aback, then said somewhat anxiously, "Senior! Things could get complicated if we wait! Although this place is remote, the commotion just now was quite loud; there's no guarantee that others won't notice! We should finish this quickly..."

His words came to an abrupt halt, simply because Fang Xuan glanced at him.

Although the gaze wasn't sharp, it instantly sent a chill down his spine, and he swallowed back the words of urging that followed.

"Then...then I'll dispose of the body first, to avoid leaving any traces!"

The leader quickly changed the subject, looking at Shen Qingqing's still-warm body on the ground, with a large hole in her chest.

Destroying the body and covering up the evidence was also part of the plan.

"Hmm," Fang Xuan responded noncommittally.

Once permission was granted, the leader immediately sprang into action.

He walked to Shen Qingqing's corpse, made hand seals, and chanted incantations. A sinister suction force emanated from his palms, enveloping the corpse.

Shen Qingqing's body shriveled up at a visible speed, her skin lost its luster and clung tightly to her skeleton.

The flesh and blood, along with the remaining spiritual energy, were forcibly extracted, and in just a few breaths, it turned into a hideous and terrifying dried corpse.

It was just a thin layer of skin covering the bones, which looked quite horrifying.

After doing all this, the leader's eyes gleamed with even greater joy.

The body has been disposed of; now it's time to...

He licked his lips, his gaze burning as he looked at the spine on the mummified corpse's back.

There was a faint, warm, jade-like light emanating from there; it was the transplanted spiritual bone!

He reached out, eager to take out the spirit bone.

Fang Xuan merely glanced into the distance...

Here it comes...

The evil cultivator's destruction of the corpse provides conclusive evidence that he murdered Shen Qingqing.

As for these heretical practitioners themselves, they are naturally scapegoats, and none of them can be spared.

Just as the leader's fingers were about to touch that section of the spine...

"laugh!"

A whooshing sound rang out as it sliced ​​through the rain.

A dark sword light flashed and disappeared from the scabbard.

The leader's greedy smile hadn't even had time to turn into astonishment before the black light had already swept across his neck.

Without stopping, it swept past the few evil cultivators around it who had just breathed a sigh of relief and were about to come over to look at the treasure.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The rain continued to fall.

The leader's hand was still frozen in mid-air, his fingertips only an inch away from the spirit bone.

Then--

"Pfft!" "Pfft pfft pfft..."

Several streaks of blood shot out from the necks of all the evil cultivators almost simultaneously.

The leader tried in vain to cover his neck, but his body fell forward uncontrollably, crashing heavily next to Shen Qingqing's dried corpse, and then fell silent.

The other evil cultivators also collapsed to the ground one after another, like straws cut down, their blood mixing with the muddy rainwater and spreading rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, apart from Fang Xuan and Ning Qian.

In this mass grave, there is no longer a single living creature standing.