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

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Ye Wushang stared at the fleeing figures and cursed angrily.

But he was also feeling unwell at that moment.

The shield-wielding war golem fixed its gaze on him, its massive black and gold shield charging around like a bulldozer.

He was forced to use several defensive magical artifacts to withstand the attack.

Every time a magical artifact breaks, it's like burning money!

"Xiao Fan! Ye Changfeng! Stop hiding! If you don't fight now, you'll die here!"

Ye Wushang roared, and the folding fan in his hand transformed into countless flying blades, attempting to stop the battle puppet's advance.

Even without him saying it, the other two were already locked in a fierce battle.

Xiao Fan's blood surged, attempting to use his physical body to directly confront the battle puppet.

As a result, he was swept away by the halberd-wielding war puppet and was sent flying, crashing into several boulders before coming to a stop.

"This thing is too hard! We can't break it at all!"

Xiao Fan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes filled with horror.

This defensive power is even harder than the tortoise shell I've seen in my previous life!

Ye Changfeng felt even more aggrieved.

His sword energy surged, each strike precisely hitting the joints of the war puppet.

But it can only leave faint white marks, not even enough to break through the defenses.

What's even more terrifying is that these three war puppets actually know how to cooperate!

Those with shields tank damage in front, those with halberds deal damage from mid-range, and those with swords roam the flanks to finish off enemies.

This is like three max-level characters with cheat codes using their abilities to easily defeat newbies in the beginner village.

How can we fight like this?

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller.

The remaining twenty-odd people were forced into a dead end on the platform, with a bottomless abyss behind them.

A sense of despair spread through everyone's hearts.

Even Mo Chengyue, who had been trying to hide, was now covered in sweat.

"Old Xie! Stop pretending to be dead! I can't handle this!"

While using Earth Shield to shield Qin Wanzhuang from the flying pebbles, Mo Chengyue shouted at his senior brother, who was still drinking not far away.

If we don't call for reinforcements soon, we're going to be wiped out!

Xie Buci leaned against a relatively intact rock and took a swig of wine.

His eyes didn't show the panic of the others; instead, they revealed an extremely sharp calmness.

He was observing the game from an outsider's perspective.

"Tsk, a bunch of headless flies."

Xie Buci put down the wine pot and suddenly spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but with the enhancement of spiritual energy, it clearly penetrated into everyone's ears.

"Hey you on the left, the one in the red shirt, jump three steps to the right! Or you'll lose your kidneys!"

A disciple of Tianqing Peak, who was being chased by a sword-wielding battle puppet, subconsciously did as instructed.

"Whoosh!"

The cold blade grazed his side, tearing only a corner of his robe.

The disciple was drenched in cold sweat and looked at Xie Buci in disbelief.

He... he survived?

However, Xie Buci didn't even look at him, and continued to give orders at an extremely fast pace:

"Ye Changfeng, stop beheading! That's made of Xuan Tie refined gold; you could behead it all year and still not be able to!"

"Attack it three inches below its left armpit! That's the core of its spiritual energy!"

Ye Changfeng was in a fit of anger and paused for a moment upon hearing this.

But his instincts as a swordsman led him to give it a try.

"The Azure Lotus Sword Song!"

A streak of cyan sword energy, like a venomous snake's tongue, precisely pierced the battle puppet's armpit.

"Click—"

The halberd-wielding war puppet, which had been moving smoothly, actually paused slightly and slowed down its movements by half a beat!

it works!

Everyone's eyes lit up instantly.

This isn't a drunkard, this is clearly a commander with a full-map cheat!

"Xiao Fan! Stop being a punching bag!"

"You go and hold off the one on the left with the knife! His attack pattern is three fast attacks followed by one slow one; he'll be stunned on the fourth hit, so hold on!"

"Junior sister, prepare the Blazing Sun Sword Qi. Once Xiao Fan withstands it, burn its lower body!"

"Ye Wushang! Don't you have a lot of magical treasures? Don't be so stingy!"

"Shoot it straight at the middle one! Disrupt its vision! Don't let it interfere with others!"

Xie Buci was a completely different person at this moment.

The carefree playboy who used to be so irresponsible and only knew how to frequent brothels was gone.

Instead, a tactical mastermind who controlled the entire field and whose strategies were flawless was formed.

Every single one of his instructions was shockingly precise.

In his eyes, these three terrifying war puppets were nothing more than disassembled blueprints.

"Why should I listen to you...?"

Ye Wushang gritted his teeth, instinctively wanting to retort.

He's the Holy Son! How can he take orders from a drunkard?

"If you're so good, then you do it!"

Xie Buci's eyes were like knives as she gave him a cold glance.

"If you don't want to be eliminated now, do as I say!"

The aura that erupted in that instant actually made Ye Wushang, this fearless second-generation rich kid, tremble inexplicably.

That aura is even more intimidating than his father's!

"Damn it! I'll risk it!"

Ye Wushang cursed angrily, but his body language betrayed him.

With a flick of his wrist, a handful of talismans rained down like a storm, then exploded with a deafening roar.

"Boom!"

A terrifying storm of spiritual energy exploded on the face of the shield-wielding war puppet.

Although it did not cause any substantial damage, the blinding light and shockwave did cause it to fall into brief chaos.

"Now!"

Xie Buci suddenly smashed the wine pot in his hand.

"Third brother! Charge! Give them buffs!"

"Coming right up!"

Mo Chengyue, who had been observing from the sidelines, was already prepared.

He formed hand seals, and the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture within his body began to reverse wildly.

A yellowish-brown halo instantly spread out, enveloping everyone.

Gravity boost! Defense enhancement!

Although it's not much, in a battle between experts, this increase can be enough to determine life or death.

"kill!"

With unified command, this group of people who were originally fighting their own battles instantly transformed into a sharp dagger.

Xiao Fan roared, his blood energy transforming into armor, forcefully withstanding the three consecutive slashes from the sword-wielding battle puppet.

Just as the war puppet froze, Qin Wanzhuang's Blazing Sun Sword Qi arrived as expected, slashing fiercely at its knee joint.

The sound of metal shattering rang out.

The war puppet knelt on one knee, losing its balance.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Changfeng's sword, Wenren Ji's death aura, and various spells from the other elite disciples poured down like raindrops.

At this moment, all sect feuds and personal pride were thrown to the back of one's mind.

They had only one thought in mind—to dismantle this pile of scrap metal!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The three arrogant, fully-fledged Core Formation stage battle puppets were gradually torn to pieces by the onslaught of this group of "temporary workers".

First, the arm of the sword-wielding war puppet was severed, and then the head of the shield-wielding war puppet was blasted off.

Finally, the halberd-wielding battle puppet was completely extinguished under Ye Wushang's relentless bombardment of spirit stones.

It turned into a pile of scrap metal and collapsed with a crash.

"You...you won?"

One disciple slumped to the ground, staring at the mountain of metal wreckage before him, feeling a surreal sense of relief, as if he had survived a catastrophe.

They actually killed three monsters at the peak of the Core Formation stage!

All eyes turned to the disheveled man standing on the high place.

I would gladly accept your thanks.

At this moment, a new wine flask appeared in his hand, and he tilted his head back to drink.