As the man skilled in spells shouted, the thin man's hand seals changed, casting intricate spells one after another. The burly man moved like a thunderbolt, his aura intimidating. The slender woman's figure remained faint and elusive. In an instant, the three of them formed a surrounding formation, charging towards the headmaster and Lu Ye.
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The headmaster flipped his palm, and small flags appeared out of thin air. He muttered, "Go."
The small flags flew in all directions, disappearing into the void.
"Rise!" The headmaster shouted again, his spiritual energy surging around him. Instantly, a transparent, semi-circular barrier enveloped the hall, with divine and mystical patterns flowing over it.
The spells cast by the thin man hit the barrier, causing ripples. The burly man's figure collided with it, and the patterns on the barrier immediately shattered in several places. The faintly visible figure of the slender woman also became clear. Her face and hands were covered with strange patterns, obscuring her original appearance, making her look like a ghost. She held a dagger that resembled a spiritual snake, slashing fiercely, causing more patterns to shatter.
"Formation!" The thin man's eyes narrowed. The intelligence did not mention that Tang Yifeng was proficient in formations, but the speed at which he set up the formation clearly showed his mastery.
"Three breaths!" The burly man shouted, meaning they could break the formation within three breaths.
After all, this was a hastily set up formation by the headmaster. To hold off three cultivators of equal strength for three breaths was already an extraordinary achievement.
As he spoke, the burly man sank his qi into his dantian and slowly punched out. It looked extremely slow, but as the punch was delivered, his arm swelled and thickened.
Inside the formation, the headmaster ignored the three outside and took Lu Ye to the center of the dilapidated hall, where there was a crystal-like object about a person's height and as thick as a bucket.
"Place your hand on it and channel your spiritual energy!" the headmaster commanded.
Although Lu Ye did not know the purpose, he trusted the headmaster and quickly complied. As soon as his palm touched the crystal column and he channeled his spiritual energy, the headmaster's figure in front of him began to blur.
He felt a growing sense of distance from the world.
"Once you're inside, find a place to hide immediately and stay alive! Also... never tell anyone you are a disciple of the Crimson Blood Sect!" The headmaster looked at him, his eyes filled with guilt.
Lu Ye opened his mouth to speak, but he could not hear his own voice. The headmaster's figure became increasingly blurry, and the entire world began to blur.
When he came to, the headmaster was nowhere to be seen, and his location had changed.
Crack...
The formation shattered. The burly man broke through the formation and charged towards the headmaster, delivering a powerful punch, thinking to himself, "Got him!"
In the next instant, a violent surge of energy swept through, turning the already dilapidated hall into ruins, but the crystal column remained intact.
The burly man's eyes widened as he saw the headmaster, whose upper body was now shirtless, with well-defined muscles, catching his punch with one hand. His eyes twitched violently: "How is this possible?"
It was well known that Tang Yifeng of the Crimson Blood Sect was a spell cultivator, but at this moment, he clearly looked like a physical cultivator!
Moreover, the cultivation level Tang Yifeng displayed was far more advanced than what the intelligence suggested.
"Mission failed, intelligence is incorrect, retreat!" The thin man skilled in spells shouted.
The slender woman, who had already reached the headmaster, did not hesitate and quickly retreated. The target was gone, and it was not worth fighting Tang Yifeng to the death.
Crack!
With a muffled groan, the hand caught in the headmaster's grip had several bones broken. The burly man was tough and did not cry out, but the next moment, a punch came from an unexpected direction, striking his chin hard.
The burly man soared into the air, stars dancing before his eyes.
"Did you think you could provoke a tiger and then run away?" The headmaster's eyes lowered, and in the next moment, he appeared in the air, delivering a side kick.
With a thud, the slender woman, who had been hiding and fleeing, was kicked out of hiding, screaming as she fell towards the mountain below.
The headmaster raised his hand again, and a rope-like treasure flew out, wrapping around the thin man.
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A moment ago.
On the flying dragon boat, in the cabin, Pang Zhen sat, with a chubby figure kneeling before him—Pang Dahai. The latter was pinching his ears, looking pitiful.
Pang Zhen slammed the table, furious. "You scoundrel, do you know what you've done!"
Pang Dahai, feeling wronged, said, "I just gave Lu Yeye a little guidance, making him choose Elder Tang's Crimson Blood Sect, that's all."
"Did you know that this violates the alliance rules?" Pang Zhen was even angrier.
When Pang Dahai guided Lu Ye and Yu Xiaodie, he did not avoid others. Although no one knew what they were talking about, many people saw them.
After the incident, it was easy to trace it back to Pang Dahai.
Over the years, Elder Tang had been on many missions with the Vast Heaven Alliance, rescuing many enslaved people. However, those with cultivation potential and talent rarely chose the Crimson Blood Sect when selecting a sect, let alone exclusively.
This time, there was an exception.
Pang Zhen found this suspicious and suspected someone had secretly guided Lu Ye. Upon investigation, it led back to his own family.
"What do we do now? Should Uncle enforce the alliance rules on me?" Pang Dahai looked at Pang Zhen, blinking his small eyes.
"You scoundrel, if it weren't for your mother, I would have slapped you!" Pang Zhen raised his hand as if to strike, and Pang Dahai instinctively flinched. Seeing that Pang Zhen did not actually hit him, he laughed.
Seeing his playful smile, Pang Zhen became even angrier. After a moment of fury, he said, "Fortunately, you know your limits. That boy only has the talent of a single leaf and won't achieve much in the future. According to Elder Tang's plan, he will be sent to another sect for cultivation later, hoping it won't cause any trouble."
Pang Dahai frowned. "Uncle, the Crimson Blood Sect hasn't taken in disciples for thirty years. If they don't take any more, the entire sect will be abolished according to the alliance rules. Elder Tang and Senior Sister Shui Yuan are good people. I couldn't stand it, so I guided Lu Yeye. But Uncle, what happened back then? Why did they suppress the Crimson Blood Sect to this extent?"
"Don't ask about what you shouldn't know. Remember, the water is deep, and it's not something a Cloud River Realm cultivator like you can meddle in. Don't act on your own in the future."
"Yes!" Pang Dahai quickly responded, knowing he had escaped this time, and slowly stood up.
"Who told you to stand up?" Pang Zhen glared.
Thud...
Pang Dahai knelt down promptly.
Pang Zhen looked at him with a scowl, about to scold him again, but suddenly his brows furrowed. He looked down at the ring on his thumb, and his face changed dramatically. He stood up and rushed out!
Dozens of breaths later, a streak of light landed in the wilderness, revealing Pang Zhen, who had rushed over upon receiving Elder Tang's message without any delay.
Looking around, the wilderness was in chaos, with signs of a fierce battle everywhere.
A burly man's corpse lay to one side, a large hole in his chest, seemingly killed by a powerful punch. On the other side, a woman with ghostly patterns on her face was twisted and embedded in a mountain wall. Another man was under Elder Tang's foot, his head shattered, brains scattered.
Elder Tang was shirtless, his body surrounded by surging energy and spiritual power.