This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

"You bunch of cowardly rats!"

Looking at the three smug guys in front of him, Wang Xiaoer felt a surge of anger rising to his head.

He stepped forward, shielding Li Xuanqing behind him, and pointed at the scarred, burly man's nose, cursing.

"Come at me if you dare! Let's fight one-on-one!"

Upon hearing this, the scarred, burly man was first taken aback, then let out a contemptuous sneer as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Heh, wanna fight you one-on-one?"

He looked Wang Xiaoer up and down, his eyes like those of someone looking at fish on a chopping board.

"No, we won't fight you."

The smile on his face became incredibly eerie.

"We're going to 'eat' you."

The moment the words left his mouth, the smile on the scarred, burly man's face vanished, replaced by a chilling murderous intent.

"Let's do it!"

He didn't want to waste any more time.

The short, bald man behind him grinned maliciously and pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a black net bag about the size of a palm, and it looked quite ordinary.

But when they chanted the incantation, the net grew longer in the wind, instantly transforming into a giant net that blotted out the sky!

The internet is shrouded in dark energy. Upon closer inspection, each network cable is made up of countless distorted and tormented human faces and souls intertwined, emanating mournful wails and silent screams that drive one to the brink of madness.

This is the vicious magic weapon—the Soul-Binding Net—forged from the souls of tens of thousands of wronged people!

"go!"

With a shout from the short man and the bald man, the ominous giant net, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, swept over the heavily wounded evil dragon in the pool.

The evil dragon seemed to sense the deadly threat and let out a weak roar, trying to struggle, but it was tightly trapped by the giant net.

As the black net tightened, countless wronged souls, like maggots clinging to a bone, frantically burrowed into the evil dragon's wounds, corroding its flesh and soul.

The evil dragon writhed in agony, stirring up the entire pool of water, but its struggles grew weaker and weaker under the corrosive influence of the spirit-binding net.

On the other side...

The scarred, burly man leading the group walked step by step toward Wang Xiaoer.

In his hand, a black skull the size of a fist had appeared out of nowhere.

The skull belonged to some unknown creature; it was entirely black, covered with eerie blood-red patterns, and its two dark eye sockets seemed to harbor countless venomous eyes peering out.

Yin Laoda walked up to Wang Xiaoer, looked down at him, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Little one, don't be afraid."

He slowly raised the black skull in his hand and aimed it at Wang Xiaoer's forehead.

"Soon... everything you have will be mine."

A chilling killing intent, like a tangible thorn, pressed against Wang Xiaoer's brow.

The black skull was like a black hole, trying to suck in his soul, his fortune, and everything else.

There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to avoid.

The shadow of death had never loomed so clearly, and Wang Xiaoer's mind went blank.

At that critical moment, when despair descended.

Meow~

A soft, meowing sound, even carrying a hint of impatience as if it had just woken up, suddenly rang out in the deathly silent cave.

The sound was so out of place.

Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.

The scarred, muscular man, who was about to unleash his secret technique, froze.

The short, bald man who was using the Spirit Binding Net to wear down the evil dragon's will also showed a hint of doubt on his face.

Even the vicious dragon writhing in agony in the pool paused its roar, a hint of bewilderment flashing in its enormous blood-red eyes.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily followed the source of the sound.

At the entrance of the cave, there was a protruding rock.

A large, fat orange cat sat there oblivious to its surroundings, its pink tongue lolling out as it elegantly licked its chubby paws.

Its fur is glossy and smooth, and its body is plump. Its round body is paired with a fluffy tail, making it look harmless and even somewhat adorable.

It was Lin Qingya's pet cat, Fugui.

"Wealth...wealth?"

Wang Xiaoer's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He blinked hard, wondering if he was hallucinating from excessive tension.

A cat?

How did it travel hundreds of kilometers and get down into this underground cave?

This was even more unbelievable to him than seeing a dragon.

"Where did this stray cat come from!"

After a brief moment of surprise, the shorter man was the first to react.

He felt it was bad luck that at such a crucial moment, his spellcasting was interrupted by a beast.

He impatiently freed one hand and casually waved it in the direction where Fugui was.

"Get out of here!"

A condensed, almost tangible, Yin Sha ghost claw was instantly unleashed!

The ghostly claws were shrouded in dark aura, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear apart the very air in their wake.

This is the basic spell of the Five Ghosts Sect. It looks simple, but it is extremely insidious and can easily tear open ordinary steel plates and crush a person's skull.

Faced with this fierce attack, Fugui on the rock merely lazily raised his eyelids.

Its emerald green eyes were as calm as a deep pool, reflecting the rapidly approaching black ghost claws without the slightest ripple.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes.

It stretched out its right paw, which it had just licked clean.

He casually swatted at the flying ghostly claw, as if it were a fly.

I took a picture.

next second.

A scene that sent chills down the spines of everyone present, including the evil dragon, unfolded.

The malevolent claw that could tear steel melted like a soap bubble the moment it touched the soft, cuddly cat's paw.

With a "poof" sound.

After a sound so faint it was almost inaudible.

The ghost claw, along with the malevolent energy it carried, vanished silently.

It disappeared completely.

It was as if it had never existed.

The entire cave was plunged into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

The short man's impatience instantly turned into blank stare.

The severely injured Li Xuanqing leaned against the stone wall, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and opened his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.

Wang Xiaoer was completely dumbfounded. He watched the fat cat retract its paw and slowly lick its fur again, his Adam's apple bobbing as he muttered to himself.

"Fugui...you..."

"I don't have any barbecue for you right now."

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet environment.

The snarling grin on the scarred man's face froze completely.

That cruelty and smugness, like a fragile ice sculpture, was shattered by an invisible hammer, replaced by unprecedented horror and solemnity.

He's not like those two ignorant guys.

He could clearly sense that what had just happened was not some profound clash of Daoist arts.

Rather, it is a kind of... a higher-level law that crushes.

Just as water can extinguish fire, light can dispel darkness.

The cat's paw seemed to represent some kind of supreme rule, and any force that contradicted it would only have one outcome in front of it—to return to nothingness.

What does this mean?

This is beyond his understanding of "Taoist arts"!

He stared intently at the orange cat, his voice sharp with tension, and shouted sternly.

"What...what exactly are you!?"

Fu Gui completely ignored him.

It seemed to have licked its paws enough, then stretched out a big yawn and stuck out its round, plump rear end.

Then, it leaped lightly off the rock that was several meters high.

It landed silently.

With graceful cat-like steps, it ignored everyone present and went straight to the very center of the battlefield.