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第五卷 天云十二州 第八百七十五章 杀鸡儆猴

Ma Yun Tong's face turned gloomy as he saw the scene. He never imagined that his opponent had such a trump card, one capable of temporarily suppressing even the blood vampire's ferocity.

His heart was in turmoil, and a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes before being replaced by ruthless resolve. He pounded his chest and opened his mouth, releasing a blood sword. The sword carried a faint golden hue, indicating that he had infused it with the power from his cultivation over a hundred years. His complexion turned as pale as paper; even if he managed to escape this time, his cultivation would surely regress by decades.

However, there was no time for such considerations now. He could only spare his life at any cost. The blood sword exploded after leaving his mouth and was quickly inhaled by the vampire. The confusion in Ma Yun Tong's eyes vanished as his aura surged again. Mo Er hummed, not expecting this old monster to be so resolute. She would have to put more effort into handling him.

She retracted her jade arms, crossed them over her chest, and formed a lotus position with her index finger and thumb. Spell after spell was cast... Boom! The spirit soul banner became hazy, followed by a dark cloud of ghostly aura hovering in the air. From this cloud emerged another ghost creature, with two heads and four legs, its appearance extremely fierce. Its aura surpassed that of the vampire, even more powerful.

This was no ordinary ghost; it was formed from myriad souls. Over the years, the spirit soul banner had absorbed not only beast spirits but also the souls of those Lin Xuan had killed. Although their numbers couldn't match those of the Extreme Demon Sovereign's treasures, their quality far surpassed them. Mo Er used secret techniques to temporarily combine these ghostly souls and spirits, creating this terrifying creature.

Mo Er injected her power into the red silk ribbon, which transformed into a venomous snake. Its eyes glowed with red light as it spat out a burst of霞光, enveloping Ma Yun Tong in its poisonous embrace.

The sensation was pleasant, but Ma Yun Tong's face turned pale. "Not good, there’s poison," he held his breath and tried to retreat, but it was too late; his strength failed him. His heart raced with panic, but he refused to give up. He clenched his fists tightly, muscles bulging as he attempted to expel the toxins from within. However, Mo Er wouldn't give him that chance. The snake's body grew longer and wrapped around him in an instant.

Meanwhile, the vampire fought fiercely against the two-headed ghost creature. Mo Er frowned slightly, waving her hand and casting another spell. The spirit soul cloud from the spirit soul banner spun around the two heads. The vampire paused but made no other moves; he felt comfortable with the dark yin energy emanating from the cloud.

Mo Er's face lit up as she saw that the vampire had trapped himself. "Since you've tied yourself in this web, there’s nothing left to be polite about." She cast another spell, and the ghostly cloud descended, enveloping both creatures. Their eerie cries filled the air as the vampire struggled but was too late. With a loud 'bang,' the ghost creature exploded into numerous strange arms, dragging the vampire into the cloud.

Soon, his screams grew fainter until they were swallowed by the cloud. The cloud then transformed back into a demon sail and returned to Mo Er's hand. The ghostly mist dissipated as the battle ended. Even the low-ranking disciples were pale with fear; the elders of the condensation stage were equally shocked. They feared Lin Xuan, but this high-stage cultivator didn't touch a single finger. The newly promoted Grand Master had truly rejected Ma Yun Tong.

Seeing such power firsthand, no one dared to doubt it. Lin Xuan's plan was perfect, and Mo Er's actions made the others realize their insignificance. Fear replaced any lingering resentment as they understood that in cultivation, strength was everything.

Lin Xuan's scheme worked flawlessly; he wouldn't allow anyone a chance at侥幸. For evil, there could be no tolerance. He had seen enough bloodshed to know he couldn't be merciful. He watched Mo Er, who nodded and extended her hand. A faint green flame appeared in her palm as she pointed it.

"You... what are you doing?" Ma Yun Tong, a formidable figure, was visibly shaken. "If you want to betray the Xuan Pavilion, have you considered your fate if you fail? Soul extraction is already lenient for you," Mo Er said calmly.

Others gulped, their fear evident. The agony of soul extraction alone would be unbearable, and they might lose any chance at reincarnation.

"Devil woman... are you afraid of retribution?"

"Hmph, retribution? If not for my sister and me saving your life, you would have perished long ago. After recovering from your injuries, you repaid our kindness with malice, plotting against the Xuan Pavilion. How can a traitor like you speak of heaven's justice?"

Mo Er continued without hesitation as the green fireball entered Ma Yun Tong’s body, and his agonized screams echoed.

Lin Xuan had set this trap to deter any future betrayal. Liu Rui showed some reluctance but didn't question his master's decision. The soul extraction was painful enough for others to look away in disgust.

Two beams of light shot out from the hall; Lin Xuan saw a white-bearded elder and a scarred black-faced cultivator. These were Ma Yun Tong’s trusted allies, and they knew the situation was dire. They tried to escape.

"Where do you two friends think you're going?" Lin Xuan's face twisted into a sinister smile as he raised his left hand. Two sword qi streaks shot out from his sleeves, swiftly pursuing them. The other cultivators watched in anticipation but saw something terrifying instead.

As Lin Xuan’s sword qi approached, the elder and scarred man didn't sit idly by. They activated their talismans and protective treasures while reciting incantations. Their light became more intense, but it couldn’t outpace Lin Xuan's sword qi. The two collided with a 'puff' sound; both treasures were pushed away, and the sword qi split into two parts, one wrapping around the treasures, the other slicing through their light.

Despite their talismans, they looked like paper dolls, eyes wide in shock. Two massive heads shot up as if from nowhere. The others’ faces turned pale with fear; even though Lin Xuan was an advanced-stage cultivator, his single strike had killed two condensation stage cultivators without using any treasures. This power was too shocking.

Previously, some still harbored hopes of luck, but now those thoughts vanished. The Grand Master’s power surpassed Ma Yun Tong's, and with this old monster as a helper, they had no chance. Recognizing the situation, they begged for mercy, though it felt shameful.

A soft "Please" echoed as an orange-robed cultivator knelt: "Two grandmasters, spare my life. I was blinded by greed and followed Ma Yun Tong's treacherous plans. It’s my fault; please forgive me."

He bowed low, but his demeanor betrayed him as a condensation stage cultivator. However, this wasn't surprising; even cultivators feared death more than ordinary people.

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