If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

At this critical moment—

"Ouch, be gentle, be gentle!"

"Do you know how expensive medical bills are?!"

A streak of earthy yellow light, like a cannonball, accurately struck the empty space behind the three people—to the north!

Followed by.

The figure formed a hand seal and slammed it onto the ground.

"Get up, sir!"

Rumble!

The earth trembled violently.

A thick, mountain-like, and indestructible barrier of earthen-yellow spiritual energy, resembling a giant tortoise shell, suddenly erupted!

"Thump!!!"

That demon god's kick, powerful enough to flatten mountains, was actually stopped!

The smoke and dust cleared.

Mo Chengyue was seen bracing himself against the barrier with both hands, his face flushed red, and he was still shouting:

"Ouch, my back!"

"It's cracked! It's cracked! We need more money! This time we absolutely have to pay more!"

Although he cried out pitifully, his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, deeply embedded in the mud, and he did not budge an inch!

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at this "passerby" who had suddenly appeared.

It actually... blocked it?

This was a strike from the demon god's avatar!

Xie Buci was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and slapped Mo Chengyue on the shoulder:

"Third brother! You finally decided to come!"

A look of relief appeared on Qin Wanzhuang's pale face, even though she was still complaining:

"It's so slow."

A glimmer of light finally appeared in Wenren Ji's lifeless eyes.

Mo Chengyue rolled his eyes, maintaining the barrier while muttering to himself:

"Hey everyone, could you please stop with the sentimentality?"

"This thing is so heavy! My spirit stones are burning!"

Xie Buci took a deep breath, and the drunkenness in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sharpness.

Now that everyone is here.

Why bother running?!

"Belongs to Qingquan Peak!"

Xie Buci let out a loud shout and smashed the wine pot in his hand to the ground.

"Form ranks!"

The positions of the four people became incredibly mysterious at this moment.

It seems to be in harmony with the way of heaven and connected to the earth's veins.

Dongfang, Xie Buci.

Azure lightning shot into the sky, transforming into a winding, roaring azure dragon phantom—the master controller!

In the South, Qin Wanzhuang.

The Blazing Sun Sword Qi burned to its limit, transforming into a phantom of a Vermilion Bird reborn from the ashes—the main attack!

In the West, the people are silent.

The overwhelming, deathly sword intent coalesced, transforming into a murderous white tiger phantom – Master Killer!

In the north.

Mo Chengyue wore a bitter expression as the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture within his body circulated wildly, perfectly linking everyone's spiritual power together.

A yellowish-brown light condensed behind him, transforming into a steadfast and imposing Xuanwu phantom—primarily for defense!

The ancient killing formation lost for a hundred years - the Four Saints' Ultimate Killing Formation!

Coming!

"What...what the hell is this?!"

For the first time since his rebirth, Xiao Fan showed a look of terror.

This aura... actually made him feel a threat to his life!

"What are you waiting for! Do it!"

Ye Wushang panicked and manipulated the demon god's avatar to launch a frenzied attack.

however.

All attacks, whether spells, sword energy, or physical blows, were absorbed by that "fatso" in the north the moment they entered the formation!

Mo Chengyue stood at the center of the formation, pretending to cough up blood:

"Pfft—I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die!"

"Ouch! That hurts so much! My bone is broken!"

Meanwhile, he was secretly and frantically operating the "Yin Yang De He Jing" to transform and purify the attack energy from the opponent, and then continuously supply it to the senior brothers and sisters in front of him.

This isn't a fight at all.

This is clearly a "perpetual motion machine" that can convert damage into mana regeneration!

Xie Buci felt that the more he fought, the more exhilarating it became.

"Hahaha! Come on! Keep going!"

"Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, blast it!"

Qin Wanzhuang also threw her Blazing Sun Sword Qi around like it was free.

Wenren Ji even transformed into a human cutting machine, diving into wherever there were crowds.

Xiao Fan, Ye Wushang, and Ye Changfeng grew increasingly alarmed and frustrated as the fight progressed.

Are these people monsters?

Why do I get more and more energetic as I play?

Especially that kid standing at the back who just keeps yelling in pain, what the hell is he made of? Harder than a thousand-year-old turtle shell!

"We're stopping! Let's retreat!"

Xiao Fan was the first to realize that something was wrong and that if they continued fighting, they would lose.

He decisively betrayed his teammates, turning into a streak of blood and running away.

Ye Wushang cursed angrily, but could only put away his Dharma form, crush the teleportation talisman, and flee in a sorry state.

Ye Changfeng took a deep look at Mo Chengyue at the center of the formation, his eyes filled with shock, before flying away on his sword.

Watching the three prodigies flee in disarray.

The onlookers were stunned.

This is the sect's top combat force!

They were actually driven away by these four "oddballs" from Qingquan Peak?

The smoke and dust cleared.

The four phantom images of saints slowly dissipated.

Mo Chengyue plopped down on the ground, panting heavily; he was truly exhausted this time.

Xie Buci, Qin Wanzhuang, and Wenren Ji stood beside him. Although they were all injured, their arrogant aura prevented any of the hundreds of cultivators around them from taking a step forward.

The setting sun was like blood, the afterglow like fire.

Sunset Slope was a mess.

With the three major "pay-to-win players" fleeing in disarray, this epic drama of "Four Saints vs. Three Heroes," worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Hehuan Sect, has finally come to an end.

"Cough cough..."

Mo Chengyue lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.

He felt like his lungs were about to explode.

What pained him even more was that he had just burned three hundred mid-grade spirit stones in order to maintain the formation!

Three hundred yuan!

How many roast chickens could you buy down the mountain? How many times could you go to the brothel to listen to music?

"We've lost out, we've lost a fortune this time."

Mo Chengyue clutched his chest, looking utterly dejected.

"Old Xie, this has to be paid for by the company! If you don't reimburse me, I'll hang myself at Master's place!"

Xie Buci was leaning against a pile of pebbles, fixing his hair.

Even though he had just finished a fight, his hairstyle was still messy yet artistic.

Hearing his junior brother's wailing, he shook his sleeves coolly and showed an extremely shameless smile.

"Talking about money hurts feelings, third brother."

"The bond between us brothers is priceless."

"Besides..."

Xie Buci narrowed his peach blossom eyes, his gaze sweeping over Mo Chengyue's collar with ill intent.

"I don't know who it was, but they were shouting 'I am the White Dragon in the Waves' over there, and even staged a dramatic scene of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you even managed to handle an ice queen like Su Qingying."

"This romantic debt is worth far more than three hundred spirit stones, isn't it?"

Mo Chengyue instantly lost his temper.

It's like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

"Shut up!"

"That's tactics! Don't you understand tactics?!"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tell you about that night at Drunken Flower Shade..."

"stop!"

Xie Buci's expression changed, and he instantly appeared and covered Mo Chengyue's mouth.

"Junior brother! My dear junior brother!"

"Reimbursement! Absolutely! I, your senior brother, will personally sponsor you five hundred spirit stones, plus two jars of century-old peach blossom wine!"

Mo Chengyue then gave a satisfied hum and extended his palm.

"Cash only, no credit."

next to.

Qin Wanzhuang was using a clean white handkerchief to wipe away a speck of dust from the scabbard.

His focused expression was even more murderous than when he was chopping people up.

"It's filthy."

She frowned, her eyes sweeping over the surrounding ruins with disdain.

"It smells all earthy and foul."

And in the very corner.

Junior Brother Wenren Ji was squatting on the ground, holding the lifeless ancient sword in his arms.

He was holding an unknown animal leg that he had somehow produced, and he was gnawing on it with great relish.

All the outside noise and disturbances were irrelevant to him.

As long as there's meat to eat, I don't care if the sky falls down.

Looking at his three eccentric fellow disciples, Mo Chengyue sighed deeply.

Tired.

It can't be carried.

It's really too much to handle.