Qu Man turned around, about to rush over and chop off Wang Jixuan's head.

Master Wang, however, urgently shouted, "Let me die knowing! I can tell you a secret!"

"Oh?"

The Limp Old Taoist lightly raised his hand.

Qu Man halted the assault, pointing the spear tip at Wang Jixuan from afar.

Wang Jixuan's face was deathly pale, his breathing heavy, and his Primordial Spirit trembling, indeed appearing injured. But his gaze was stubborn, and his eyes were incredibly bright.

Wang Jixuan asked, "I want to know, how did you kill Bai Ling'er!"

"Bai Ling'er?"

The Limp Old Taoist sneered coldly, continuing to enjoy the moment of victory:

"This matter couldn't be easier.

"Her Cultivation Technique required absorbing Yang Qi to replenish herself. As a failed Loose Immortal, she's addicted to matters between men and women. All I had to do was reveal my true self, and she naturally approached me.

"This Bai Ling'er even hoped to absorb my cultivation, how laughable! Even without trickery, you all would have difficulty being my match!"

Wang Jixuan chuckled bitterly, shaking his head, "By doing this, aren't you afraid of Heaven's Punishment? Brother Mao mentioned, you are following orders from the Immortal Palace, and those Immortal Palaces surely have various Great Powers with Great Divine Abilities. Even if you reconnect with Immortal Fate, how could you escape?"

The Limp Old Taoist squinted slightly, "That's none of your concern."

"Perhaps..."

Wang Jixuan intended to continue stalling for time, engaging the fellow in more conversation;

On the other side, Mao Mo had already erupted with curses:

"Shameless! Dou Qian, you shameless old thief! Scum! It's one thing to kill us, but you even want to refine all the mortals of This Realm! That's tens of millions of people! You! Damn it! I even considered you a friend!"

The Limp Old Taoist remarked calmly, "Mao Mo, you're actually a good person."

He slowly raised his right hand, a skull rapidly spinning beneath his palm, as the Spiritual Energy between Heaven and Earth began to converge here, with the blood-drenched waves of the outer sealing array surging forth.

The Limp Old Taoist continued his speech marking his triumph:

"But you're ultimately too naive, without ambition, indulging in pleasures, adrift with the current. What's the point of someone like you living in the Immortal Realm?

"Is it just to use your fat to confine some portion of Spiritual Energy?"

Mao Mo's body trembled uncontrollably, "Damn it, I'll fight you with everything I have!"

The Limp Old Taoist suddenly flung his hand, and that skull shot out swiftly, expanding in the wind, spewing rolling Black Flame.

As Mao Mo spoke of fighting, he actually grabbed Liu Kang and quickly retreated.

It's worth saying that Mao Mo's ensuing action essentially saved his own life.

In the moment of retreat, he didn't forget to pat Wang Jixuan with a palm, using a bit of residual power to send Wang Jixuan flying far away.

This Fat Immortal was quite loyal.

Wang Jixuan took advantage of the momentum to retreat, but before he could escape, Qu Man had already come with a spear to kill.

Qu Man held Wang Jixuan in disdain, so much so that they didn't even bother using the 'Close Combat Gun Skill' which saved mana, but instead gripped the Long Spear tightly, injected mana, and activated layer upon layer of prohibitions on the Long Spear before casting it far towards Wang Jixuan.

This scene was also caught in Mao Mo's sight.

This Fat Immortal could only sigh, focusing on his own immediate situation, unwilling to look further.

He too was now in dire straits, too far from Brother Qin, unable to offer any help.

Mao Mo took a deep breath of original Spiritual Power, a ring-like confinement appeared above his head, and golden light burst forth around him, his figure beginning to rapidly ascend and descend.

That skull was coming at them in force;

Mao Mo exerted all his strength, pulling Liu Kang as they fled.

He had no real bond with Liu Kang, but in such circumstances, if Liu Kang could catch his breath, he could at least be of some use. Two heavily wounded Loose Immortals against two, at least was better than him alone versus two!

Meanwhile...

Mao Mo couldn't spare a glance at the other side.

While a Mahayana cultivator has a promising future, for now they are still mortals.

The difference between immortal and mortal is as vast as between Earth and Heaven.

All things considered, Brother Qin was almost surely dead now.

Mao Mo rapidly pondered ways to survive, desperately avoiding the Limp Old Taoist's attacks.

Right at this moment, Liu Kang finally caught his breath, suddenly pushing Mao Mo as they split to avoid further.

Mao Mo was overjoyed at this sight, "Flank him on both sides! Kill him! I'll hold off the skull!"

Liu Kang nodded immediately, as their Yellow Flower Temple specialized in golden light magic, pulling out Golden Treasure Mirrors to begin a strong assault against the Limp Old Taoist.

Suddenly;

The Limp Old Taoist's lips parted silently, a wisp of phantom whispering softly in Liu Kang's ear.

Liu Kang's eyes widened, shouting loudly as he recklessly rushed towards the Limp Old Taoist, yelling:

"I'll tear you apart! You can't say that!"

"Don't get close to him!"

Mao Mo shouted urgently, but it was still a step too late.

Before Mao Mo stood the skull, with Black Flame surging, blocking any chance of him advancing to assist;

The Limp Old Taoist flashed a cold smile, around him emerged over a dozen streams of light, as Liu Kang, his mind in disarray, was engulfed directly by rolling black mist!

"It's over!"

Mao Mo stomped his feet in frustration.

Torn between wanting to flee and hesitating to try one last rescue effort for Liu Kang, he witnessed Liu Kang being corroded by waves of black mist, as the Limp Old Taoist, wielding a Longsword, carved open Liu Kang's chest, reaching in to extract Liu Kang's Primordial Spirit avatar...

The Limp Old Taoist opened his mouth, preparing to swallow this Primordial Spirit avatar.

Mao Mo's eyes were filled with fear, for such scenes he had rarely witnessed even in the Immortal Realm.

The Limp Old Taoist deliberately slowed his actions;

Every passing second felt like torment for Mao Mo, fearing the Evil Demon might extract his Primordial Spirit next to swallow…

Swish!

A figure flew backward, slicing through the air between the Limp Old Taoist and Mao Mo.

Both were momentarily stunned.

Yes, even the heartless and ruthless Limp Old Taoist showed a noticeable pause in his Dao Heart.

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