Start with acting, and you'll achieve immortality!

The red light of the cloud-piercing arrow gradually dissipated in the gloomy sky.

Inside the gourd's mouth, the stench of blood mixed with the earthy smell of melted snow assaulted the nostrils.

Hu Lie stared at Li Ping's throat-slitting gesture from above, his eyes burning with rage.

He ripped off his cumbersome fur coat, revealing his bulging muscles.

His entire body was enveloped in billowing black energy, resembling a ferocious god crawling out of hell.

"Li Ping! You coward! If you've got the guts, come down here and fight me one-on-one!"

Hu Lie brandished his nine-ringed broadsword, the iron rings on the back of the blade clanging together with a piercing sound that made the eardrums of several of his henchmen around him ache.

Li Ping stood behind the boulder, pulling his bearskin cloak tighter around himself, too lazy to even utter a single word in reply.

He turned to look at Qian Duo beside him.

"Tell the old smoker not to be stingy with his cigarettes."

"Shoot all the poisoned arrows."

"Today, not a single bandit in this gourd-shaped mouth will be left alive."

Qian Duo shuddered and scrambled off to relay the order.

On the cliff face, the sound of hunters' bowstrings rang out in unison.

Poisoned steel crossbow bolts rained down like a storm.

Although the bandits raised wooden shields and swords to parry, they had no way to avoid the attacks in this narrow terrain.

Screams rose and fell.

The bandit, wounded by an arrow, lay on the snow, his wound quickly turning black, foaming at the mouth, twitching a few times before becoming still.

The mountain people were not to be outdone, and together they pushed the millstone-sized boulder down.

The boulder rolled down the steep slope with tremendous force, crushing several bandits who couldn't dodge in time into a bloody pulp.

"Hold on! Form ranks! Charge towards the exit!"

Hu Lie cleaved a flying rock in two with his blade, the impact numbing his tiger's mouth.

Staying here would only make us sitting ducks; only by breaking through the valley entrance blocked by the stone guards would we have a chance of survival.

He charged ahead, leading dozens of bandits, braving a hail of arrows and falling rocks, and frantically rushed towards the valley entrance.

Valley entrance

Shi Gan was shirtless, the knife wound on his back reopened, and blood stained the white cloth wrapped around his waist.

He, however, remained unperturbed, holding a finely crafted steel crossbow in his hand, staring intently at Hu Lie as he charged towards him.

Behind him, forty elite men from Wild Fox Ridge stood in three rows.

The front row held up ironwood shields that were half a person's height, while the back row carried short crossbows.

"Release the arrows!"

Shi Gan roared

Forty steel crossbow bolts were fired simultaneously, weaving a deadly net in mid-air.

The dozen or so bandits at the front were instantly riddled with bullets.

She screamed and fell down, tripping over the people behind her.

Hu Lie brandished his broadsword, deflecting two crossbow bolts aimed at his face.

Without slowing down at all, it crashed directly into the foremost wooden shield.

"Bang!"

The man holding the shield was sent flying backward by the force, spitting out blood.

Hu Lie grinned maliciously, and with a swift sweep of his broadsword, he decapitated the two people beside him.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Hu Lie roared, revealing his Qi Refining cultivation level at this moment.

Ordinary men are like paper in his presence.

Shi Gan's eyes were bloodshot. He dropped his crossbow, drew his short sword, and lunged forward.

"I'll chop you up!"

Blades flashed and sparks flew.

Shi Gan felt an immense force travel up the hilt of his sword, making his arms go numb and nearly causing him to drop the dagger.

Using the momentum, he rolled to avoid Hu Lie's downward slash, and casually slashed a gash on Hu Lie's thigh.

Hu Lie, in pain, became even more ferocious, chasing after Shi Gan and hacking at him relentlessly.

Just when the valley defense line was on the verge of collapse

Miao Jun, who had been hiding among the bandits, finally made his move.

He realized that the gourd-shaped opening was a dead end, and Li Ping had all the advantages of terrain and popular support.

If this drags on any longer, he'll have to die here once all the bandits are gone.

"Young Master Hu, forget about those lackeys! Let's join forces and fight our way out!"

Miao Jun shouted sternly

He formed a hand seal, and his black robe moved without wind.

A surge of azure energy condensed around him, transforming into several wind blades that whistled as they slashed towards the hunter on the cliff face.

The wind blades were extremely fast, and several hunters couldn't dodge them in time.

The man and bow were cleaved in two, blood and entrails splattered all over the ground.

The attack on the cliff face immediately slowed down.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Miao Jun leaped up, stepping on the shoulders of several bandits, and soared towards the valley entrance like a large bird.

The eerie green bead in his hand shone brightly, ready to shatter Shi Gan's defenses with a single blow.

高处

Li Ping looked at Miao Jun in mid-air, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"I've been waiting for you."

At the valley entrance, Shi Gan was forced to retreat repeatedly by Hu Lie.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Miao Jun lunging through the air, and his heart skipped a beat.

He remembered the sack Li Ping had mentioned.

Shi Gan rolled away to dodge Hu Lie's broadsword.

He casually pulled a fist-sized paper packet from his waist.

A piece of yellow paper covered with cinnabar runes was pasted on the package.

He took out his tinderbox, but his hand trembled, and he almost dropped it in the snow.

"Damn it, let's fight!"

Shi Gan blew on the flaming folding fan, ignited the yellow paper, and used all his strength.

He hurled the paper package at Miao Jun, who was in mid-air.

Miao Jun, suspended in mid-air, watched the incoming paper package, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Hidden weapons? A trick of ordinary people.

He casually unleashed a burst of cyan energy, attempting to shatter the paper package.

The force hit the paper package

"boom!"

The paper package exploded in mid-air

The "bewitching charm" affixed to it was detonated by spiritual energy, turning into a blinding white light.

Miao Jun felt a blur before his eyes, and a buzzing sound filled his mind.

It felt like countless flies were buzzing in my ears.

The surrounding scenery instantly distorted, turning into countless hideous ghost faces.

Bewitching array,

But that's not all.

As the paper package burst open, it revealed a mixture of ten times the amount of sleeping potion, quicklime, and special chili powder.

Like a shower of flowers from a celestial maiden, it rained down on Miao Jun from head to toe.

Miao Jun was in a hallucination and had no time to close his eyes or hold his breath.

Lime got into his eyes, chili powder choked his throat, and the sleeping potion rushed straight to his brain through his respiratory tract.

"ah--!"

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the canyon.

The azure aura surrounding Miao Jun shattered like a soap bubble.

He covered his eyes with his hands and lost his balance in mid-air.

Like a kite with a broken string, it crashed straight down into the snow.

He rolled on the ground in agony, scratching his face until it bled profusely.

A cultivator at the mid-stage of Qi Refining was rendered powerless by a packet of tainted, low-quality talismans.

At the valley entrance, Hu Lie stared dumbfounded at Miao Jun rolling on the ground.

His biggest trump card is gone just like that?

Shi Gan wiped the blood from his face, grinned, and revealed his gleaming white teeth.

"Immortal Master? I'll turn you into a corpse today!"

Shi Gan picked up the short crossbow from the ground, aimed it at Miao Jun who was rolling on the ground, and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!"

The steel crossbow bolt pierced Miao Jun's throat with pinpoint accuracy, silencing his screams.

Miao Jun convulsed a few times, then kicked his legs and fell completely still.

Looking at Miao Jun's corpse, Hu Lie felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He turned his head and looked at Li Ping up high.

Li Ping had already taken off his bearskin cloak and was carrying a short knife.

We were walking down the path along the cliff face, step by step.

In the wind and snow, Li Ping's eyes were frighteningly calm.