I can enjoy the Mythic card pool all to myself

at the same time……

On the other side of the bamboo forest, a fierce battle raged.

More than ten guards wearing iron masks and wielding long knives were surrounded by a group of xingxing and were engaged in a fierce battle.

And this group of Xingxing was the same group that Fang Chang had just scared away.

They fled in panic, but after only a few miles, they ran into this pack of imperial henchmen.

"Damn it!"

"How could so many monsters have appeared here!"

Several stern-faced henchmen couldn't help but shout angrily, their faces turning ashen.

He dared not stop wielding his long sword for a moment, barely managing to withstand the fierce onslaught of the Xingxing.

They formed a tight defensive formation back to back, firmly protecting the unconscious Zhen Baihu in the center.

These iron-faced henchmen were all elite assassins personally trained by Emperor Wu of Liang in the dead of night.

Each one of them was highly skilled in martial arts and well-trained.

Normally, if we encountered these monsters, even if we were no match for them, we could retreat with ease.

But at this moment, they were severely injured by the white-robed scholar, and their strength was reduced to less than one-tenth.

Faced with hordes of ferocious Xingxing, they had no chance to fight back.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!

Several of the stern-faced henchmen were forced to retreat in disarray, each one looking utterly pathetic.

"ah--!"

One of the iron-faced hounds lost its focus for a moment and was instantly pounced on by several xing (a type of mythical beast), its mournful screams piercing the forest.

The other stern-faced henchmen merely glanced at it before quickly looking away, and none of them offered to help.

They are struggling to protect themselves, so how can they possibly have the energy to care for their colleagues?

As everyone watched coldly, the screams of the masked hawk grew weaker and weaker.

Within a few breaths, they completely disappeared.

All that remained was a pile of stark white bones, devoid of any life.

Having tasted blood, the Xingxing became even more ferocious, and its attacks became increasingly frenzied.

Those stern-faced lackeys who were barely holding on soon followed in their colleagues' footsteps.

Before long, only three or five people remained in the arena, covered in wounds, struggling to hold on with knives.

Just then, a lithe Xingxing bypassed the crowd and set its sights on the unconscious Zhen Baihu.

It suddenly leaped up and pounced hard on the body of the Zhen Baihu.

"Rip—!"

A piercing tearing sound followed.

The Xingxing tore off the left arm of the Zhen Baihu and swallowed it whole.

As an eighth-rank martial artist, Zhen Baihu's body contained vital energy and blood, and his flesh and blood were all precious treasures.

For spirits and monsters, it is a great tonic.

The xingxing, its eyes gleaming with ferocity, raised its sharp claws, intending to pry open the skull of Zhen Baihu and taste the human brain.

But at this critical moment, a chilling voice echoed softly:

"Is my flesh delicious?"

Suddenly, Zhen Baihu opened his eyes and stared intently at the Xingxing that was chewing on his arm.

"roar?!"

The Xingxing was startled, then enraged and wanted to tear the Zhen Baihu to pieces.

Before it could react, an extremely sharp blade of light suddenly burst forth!

"Whoosh—"

The Xingxing was instantly cleaved in two by a single blow, its blood and flesh splattering all over the ground, and it died on the spot.

With a knife in one hand, Zhen Baihu staggered to his feet, supporting himself on the ground. Blood dripped from his severed arm, and he looked disheveled.

Even so, the oppressive feeling brought by an eighth-rank martial artist remained undiminished.

The group of mongooses who were besieging Iron-Faced Hound were instantly intimidated by this imposing aura.

Fear flashed in their eyes, and they instinctively retreated, restless and trying to turn and flee.

But by this moment, it was already too late!

"Transformation into a demon... Manifestation of demonic power..."

Zhen Baihu parted her red lips slightly, speaking slowly and deliberately, her voice hoarse.

Before he finished speaking, a surging, sinister, and eerie demonic aura suddenly erupted.

The next moment, she raised her sword with one arm and swung it through the air!

A dazzling flash of light transformed in an instant into brightly colored feathers.

These feathers, formed from the light of the sword, shot out in all directions.

The group of Xingxing were only grazed by feathers, but their skin and flesh festered and turned black, bleeding from all seven orifices, and howling in pain.

They tried desperately to escape, but their limbs wouldn't obey them, and they collapsed to the ground one after another, twitching for a moment before dying.

Zhen Baihu slowly sheathed his sword before turning his gaze to the remaining Iron-Faced Hounds.

Her eyes were sinister, and her tone was icy: "A bunch of useless trash!"

"If you can't even handle a few mere monsters, what use are you alive?"

The few stern-faced henchmen who had miraculously survived trembled in their hearts, lowered their heads and fell silent, not daring to utter a sound.

"If it weren't for you bunch of good-for-nothings, how could I have been unable to subdue Ghost-Slaying for so long, and how could I have been defeated by that pretty boy from the White Lotus Sect!"

"Now you've also caused me to lose this hand. Yes, it's all your fault..."

Zhen Baihu muttered to himself, his eyes bloodshot.

Already severely injured, she repeatedly used the Demon Transformation Technique, which seemed to cause mental problems, making her extremely irritable and almost out of control.

Upon seeing this, the masked henchmen sensed something was wrong and instinctively retreated.

Alas, it was too late!

Before anyone knew it, countless feathers began to fall silently, creeping up everyone's necks without a sound.

The group felt a chill on their necks, followed by excruciating pain that instantly swept through their bodies, causing their pupils to dilate.

In an instant, heads fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

The strong, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the entire bamboo forest.

Zhen Baihu stood there, taking a deep breath of the bloody smell, a sickly flush rising on his face.

That beautiful and alluring face gradually drew closer to the fierce and ruthless poisonous bird.

"This feeling... Yes, I've succeeded!"

"My demonic transformation technique has finally reached its zenith!"

"Ghost-fearing devil, and that pretty boy from the White Lotus Sect, just wait, I'm coming for you!"

……

Liusha River.

The waves surged and crashed against the shore, emitting a deafening roar.

The river water was murky like mud, and yellow sand churned and rolled.

Simple fences stand on both banks of the river, and the current is so rapid that it's hard to hear conversations if you get too close.

Today, many people have gathered at the pier.

Looking out from the top, one sees a dense crowd of people, their noise partially drowning out the sound of the river, creating a lively and bustling scene.

At the ferry crossing, a giant sailboat is being pushed into the river by the combined efforts of many people.

Hundreds of laborers gritted their teeth, bent over and exerted their strength, sweat rolling down their foreheads and soaking their coarse clothes, but they dared not stop for a moment.

If anyone tries to slack off, the fierce-looking overseer will whip them hard.

"Hurry up!"

"The gang leader has ordered that if this boat cannot be launched today, you will all be thrown into the river to feed the fish."

These overseers were all members of the Fish and Dragon Gang.

The Fish and Dragon Gang is a local tyrant in the Liusha River area. They have been entrenched along the riverbank for many years, acting tyrannically, oppressing the people, and committing all sorts of evil deeds.

They monopolized the only large boat capable of crossing the river, firmly controlling the Liusha River.

Ordinary people who wanted to cross the river had to offer a large sum of money as tribute; otherwise, they could forget about boarding the boat.

However, the situation is different today!

The once arrogant and domineering Fish-Dragon Gang was now being coerced and forced to hand over this large ship...