This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

At the other end of the cave, behind an extremely hidden crevice.

Three pairs of cold, sinister eyes were fixed intently on the battlefield.

They are the three leaders of the Five Ghosts Sect.

Their gazes were not on the earth-shattering battle, but were all focused on Wang Xiaoer, who always managed to survive despite fleeing in panic.

As they watched, one of the shorter men began to breathe heavily, his eyes filled with greed.

"Big brother, that's him! It's him!"

"To be alive and kicking amidst the aftermath of a battle of this magnitude... that kind of luck is practically tailor-made for my Five Ghosts Sect!"

Another bald man licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse.

"Once we seize his fortune, our Five Ghosts Sect will soar to the heavens! What Dragon Tiger Mountain, what orthodox sects, will all be trampled under our feet!"

The scarred, burly man at the head of the group had the most profound gaze.

He waved his hand, stopping his two brothers from getting excited.

"No rush."

"Let them fight until they are both severely weakened."

"Wait until that evil dragon exhausts the magical power of these two Taoist priests."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Let's go again and reap the benefits."

In the center of the battlefield.

Li Xuanqing and Zhang Chen's expressions grew increasingly grim.

This evil dragon has been suppressed for hundreds of years. Although it has become weak, it has absorbed endless earth evil and resentment, and its ferocity is no less than that recorded in the classics!

Not only are the scales incredibly hard, but even ordinary spells can only send up a string of sparks when they hit them.

Its power is also inexhaustible; with each tail swing, it can easily shatter rocks.

The most troublesome thing was its dragon breath, which could rot anything, forcing the two of them to keep moving around and making it impossible for them to get close.

"Junior brother!"

Li Xuanqing fought and retreated, then suddenly shouted to Zhang Chen, "This fiend has become a force to be reckoned with; we two are likely to perish here today!"

His voice carried a hint of determination and tragic grandeur.

"We were rash! We must protect your friend no matter what!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen's heart skipped a beat, but his movements quickened considerably.

He understood what his senior brother meant.

Wang Xiaoer's golden light and his aura of good fortune are the hope to subdue this evil dragon, and even to subdue all evil spirits in the world.

They can die, but Wang Xiaoer must live!

"knew!"

Zhang Chen responded through gritted teeth.

The two looked at each other and saw the determination to die in each other's eyes.

"You beast! Take this divine thunderbolt!"

Li Xuanqing held back no longer. He bit his tongue hard and spat a mouthful of blood onto the lightning seal in his hand!

The Thunder Seal's light surged, and a purple divine lightning bolt, several times thicker than before, descended like divine punishment, tearing through the darkness and striking the evil dragon's single horn fiercely!

"Snap!"

The single, hard horn on the head of the evil dragon was actually cracked by this divine lightning!

"Awooo—!!!"

The unprecedented pain drove the evil dragon completely insane!

It abandoned all defenses, its massive body leaping out of the pool with overwhelming ferocity, recklessly crashing into Li Xuanqing!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Chen unleashed all the talismans in his hand at once, transforming them into a chain of flames that tightly bound the evil dragon's hind legs!

The fierce battle has entered its final stage.

I don't know how much time passed.

"puff!"

Several deep, bone-revealing wounds were blasted into the evil dragon's body, and black blood flowed like a stream, staining the entire pool black.

Its aura has also become much weaker.

But Li Xuanqing and Zhang Chen also exhausted their last bit of magical power.

Li Xuanqing, who forcibly activated the divine lightning, was as white as paper, and his body was swaying precariously.

Zhang Chen, on the other hand, was struck by the final blow of the evil dragon's frenzied tail whip. He was like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall and spitting out a large cloud of blood mist.

"Senior brother... I didn't expect you to have also secretly learned from the Zhengyi sect..."

Zhang Chen struggled to stand up, but everything went black and he collapsed to the ground.

Li Xuanqing also knelt on one knee, using the copper seal to support his body, panting heavily, with blood dripping continuously from the corner of his mouth.

The situation has devolved into a brutal stalemate where both sides suffer heavy losses.

The evil dragon was severely injured, and the two Taoist priests were either unconscious or exhausted.

Just then.

A chilling laugh came out of the shadows deep within the cave without warning.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against bone.

"Haha, thank you both, Taoist priests, for this wonderful gift!"

Amidst the echoing laughter, three figures emerged from behind a massive stalactite.

The leader was a burly man with a terrifying scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, making his entire face look distorted and ferocious.

Two men followed behind him, one short as a dwarf and the other a bald man with a shiny bald head.

All three were dressed in short, black outfits, exuding a sinister aura, their eyes revealing undisguised greed and smugness.

They swaggered out like the masters of their own territory.

Li Xuanqing's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared intently at the ghost head tokens hanging from the waists of the three people, and then glanced at the Five Ghost Banner stuck in the eye of the formation.

"The Five Ghosts Gate!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out those three words.

"That Five Ghost Banner... you did it!"

"Hahaha!"

The scarred, burly man laughed loudly, the sound causing rocks to fall from the cave ceiling.

He clapped his hands, a look of absolute certainty on his face.

"Indeed, Master Li has a good eye."

He admitted it without any hesitation.

"Our original plan was simply to release this beast and let it cause chaos outside, attracting the attention of the Xuanmen so that we could take the opportunity to do something else."

The scarred, burly man paused, then changed the subject, his gaze passing over the heavily injured Li Xuanqing and Zhang Chen, and landing on Wang Xiaoer, who was completely unharmed from beginning to end.

His eyes instantly turned fervent and frenzied, like a wolf that had been starving for ten days seeing the fattest lamb.

"But now, we have a better idea."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, the scar writhing as if it were alive.

"We want more than just this evil dragon."

"I want you even more!"

He stretched out his finger and pointed it directly at Wang Xiaoer, who looked wary.

"Your extraordinary fortune is truly a treasure bestowed upon my Five Ghosts Sect by the heavens!"

Upon hearing this, Li Xuanqing coughed up a mouthful of blood. He struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

They had their eyes on Zhang Chen's friend's luck!

The scarred, burly man seemed to relish the look of despair on Li Xuanqing's face, and he laughed wildly.

"You've severely injured this beast, which makes it easier for us to control it using the 'Blood Pact of Ten Thousand Souls'."

"Then, we will strip this brat of all his luck and, using the secret techniques of my Five Ghosts Sect, pour all of this immense luck into the body of this evil dragon!"

His voice echoed through the cave, each word carrying a chilling madness.

"Using the immense destiny of heaven as a guide, and the essence and blood of ten thousand souls as a sacrifice, let us help it 'transform from a dragon into a dragon'!"

"A real dragon!"

The scarred, burly man spread his arms wide, as if he could already see that scene, his expression crazed.

"With a true dragon that obeys the commands of my Five Ghosts Sect in hand, who in this world can be our match?!"

"Longhu Mountain? Or the Zhengyi Sect? They will all grovel at our feet!"

These words struck Li Xuanqing's heart like a series of heavy hammer blows.

The spark of hope was completely extinguished.

Their desperate efforts, resulting in mutual destruction, ultimately benefited others.

Instead of resolving the crisis, they pushed Wang Xiaoer into an even deeper abyss of despair!