This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Faced with the scarred, burly man's blustering but cowardly questioning, Fugui's response was to open his mouth.

It simply yawned widely, revealing its small, pink tongue and a few adorable, snow-white teeth.

Its languid attitude and listless expression made it seem as if everything around it was irrelevant.

Whether it was the three murderous evil cultivators or the vicious dragon struggling painfully in the Spirit Binding Net, in its eyes they seemed no different from the stones on the roadside.

This kind of disregard is a more extreme form of humiliation than any mockery.

"You're asking for it!"

The scarred, muscular man's reason was completely ignited by that yawn, and fear was replaced by rage.

He couldn't accept that everything he had planned, the future of his Five Ghosts Sect, had been ruined by a wild cat that appeared out of nowhere!

"Attack together!"

He let out a hysterical roar.

"Blast it to smithereens!"

The order has been issued.

The short man and the bald man exchanged a glance, both seeing madness in each other's eyes.

They held nothing back, frantically pouring all their magical power into the Spirit Binding Net.

"roar--!"

The evil dragon, trapped in the Soul-Binding Net and devoured by countless souls, let out an extremely painful roar. It instinctively tried to resist, but the two evil cultivators forcibly turned its head towards the direction of Fugui.

"You beast! Breath away!"

Driven by both excruciating pain and the command, the evil dragon opened its blood-red maw.

A black dragon breath, more condensed and more filthy than before, spewed out like a ray of death!

At the same time, the short man and the bald man each unleashed their signature skills.

The short man pulled out a pale white bone flute, brought it to his lips, and blew it forcefully. The invisible sound waves transformed into the wails of countless vengeful ghosts, piercing straight to the soul.

The bald man pulled out a small drum, about the size of a palm, from his pocket. The drumhead was a strange purplish-brown color. He dipped his finger in his own blood and quickly drew talismans on the drumhead. With each strike, a malevolent curse was added to the air.

The scarred, burly man himself held the black skull high in his hand.

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the skull.

The skull seemed to come alive; two crimson lights suddenly shone from its two dark eye sockets, and a terrifying suction force that seemed capable of draining all life from everything erupted from it!

In an instant, the entire cave was filled with ghostly wails and demonic aura.

Dragon's breath, ghostly howls, curses, soul-absorbing techniques...

All the attacks, coming from all directions, converged into a destructive torrent, all aimed at that little orange cat.

"Meow……"

Fu Gui seemed to be getting annoyed by the commotion.

It stopped, a hint of human displeasure flashing in its emerald eyes.

Then, right there in the center of all the attacks, it sat down, its big, fluffy tail wagging impatiently behind it.

next moment.

The destructive torrent has arrived.

The black dragon breath arrived first.

Then came the sonic waves that tore apart the soul, the curses that entangled fate, and the scarlet light that threatened to devour all life.

They stopped abruptly about a meter away from Fugui's body.

There was no magical force to counteract the light.

Not even a ripple was stirred.

Those seemingly devastating attacks were like hitting an invisible, intangible, yet absolutely insurmountable wall.

Then, they simply vanished into nothingness.

The dragon's breath dissipated.

The ghostly howl subsided.

The curse has failed.

The crimson light vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

It was as if the earth-shattering scene just now was merely a clumsy illusion.

Inside the cave, deathly silence returned.

A deathly silence even more suffocating than before.

"No...it's impossible..."

The scarred, muscular man's crazed expression froze completely. He stared at the dimly lit, even cracked, skull artifact in his hand, his eyes filled with incomprehensible terror.

His two brothers were completely dumbfounded; the lips of the flute player trembled, and the fingers of the drummer froze in mid-air.

Their strongest attack didn't even touch a hair on the opponent's head.

No, it couldn't even make the other side wag its tail a little more!

"Awooo..."

A terrified cry came from the pool.

The moment that ferocious and tyrannical dragon saw Fugui, the burning savagery and resentment in its huge blood-red pupils were extinguished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over its head.

Instead, there is a fear that originates from the bloodline and the deepest part of the soul!

That is the most primal awe and trembling of the inferior towards the superior!

It let out a mournful cry, and its massive body began to struggle frantically.

But this time, it wasn't for an attack.

It was to escape!

It twisted and turned desperately, trying to break free of the spirit-binding net, trying to burrow back into the depths of the pool, trying to get as far away from that orange cat as possible!

at last.

Fugui slowly turned its gaze to the three Five Ghosts Sect evil cultivators who were already terrified.

It made no sound.

It did not make any move.

It just watched them quietly.

But in the perception of the three members of the Five Ghosts Sect, this one glance felt as if the weight of the entire world had pressed down on their souls without warning.

An endless, pure, and irresistible fear, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed their consciousness.

In their view, the world disappeared.

The orange cat's figure rose infinitely, transforming into an ancient being that could not be described in words or comprehended by thought, filling the entire universe.

And they themselves are so insignificant that they are not even a speck of dust.

Their proud Taoist practices and the schemes and tricks they relied on for survival all seemed so laughable and so naive in the face of that majestic being.

"ah--!"

The three of them let out inhuman screams almost simultaneously, their voices filled with utter despair and utter collapse.

Bright red blood flowed simultaneously from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.

All the sparkle in his eyes vanished in an instant, leaving only a dull, murky look.

"Clatter".

The black skull artifact in the scarred strongman's hand slipped from his limp hand and fell onto the hard rock.

"Click..."

This vicious magical artifact, forged with countless wronged souls and secret techniques, shattered into pieces like an ordinary piece of porcelain.

After doing all this, Fugui still seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

It glanced one last time at the evil dragon struggling incessantly within the spirit-binding net.

It opened its mouth.

"Meow!"

A short, impatient meow.

The voice was not loud, yet it was like the most severe and unquestionable decree in the world.

Upon hearing the cat's meow, the heavily wounded evil dragon trembled violently and let out a shrill, mournful howl.

It ignored the spirit-binding net binding its body and dragged the vicious magic weapon, scrambling back to the broken dragon-locking pillar.

The black aura surging around it, like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, subsided completely within a few breaths and returned to its body.

Finally, it buried its enormous head deep underwater, its massive body curled up into a ball, and once again fell into a deathly silence, like a black mountain.

The spirit-binding net, now out of control, fell to the water's surface, its light dimming, and floated gently on the ripples.

The entire cave finally fell completely silent.

Fu Gui seemed to have done nothing more than a trivial thing, like chasing away a few buzzing flies.

It strode with elegant cat-like steps, ignoring the three evil cultivators who had become idiots.

Step by step, she walked to Wang Xiaoer's feet.

Then, it gently rubbed its furry head against Wang Xiaoer's trouser leg.