"Mr. Qin, Miss Xiaoyu was not in the car. As we approached, the car suddenly exploded. Fortunately, I was quick to react. Otherwise, I fear this old life of mine would have ended there."

White Crane said, still shaken and breathing heavily.

"What about Zhao Hui and the others?"

Qin Yang's expression changed as he asked. These ancient martial artists were more ruthless than he had expected. Luckily, the little girl wasn't in that car.

"Zhao Hui and the others were also injured, but since they've been cultivating the Vajra Shield, which emphasizes physical defense, their injuries weren't too severe."

"Around the explosion site, we also discovered two disciples handling explosives. One was captured from the Celestial Sword Pavilion, and the other was shot dead by Zhao Hui and his team."

White Crane said.

He was carrying a figure in white clothes, one of the Yellow Tier Middle Stage disciples. Naturally, this disciple was no match for White Crane, who is a Profound Tier expert.

The other white-clothed disciple was killed by the combined efforts of Zhao Hui, Wang Hu, and Shen Dashan. All three were top marksmen, and now, as ancient martial artists, their reaction speed was greatly enhanced. Only with their combined efforts did they manage to kill the Yellow Tier Middle Stage disciple by chance.

As White Crane spoke, Zhao Hui, Wang Hu, and Shen Dashan approached. The three looked somewhat pale, and Shen Dashan had a wound on his right shoulder from the explosion's shrapnel, with flesh split open and blood staining much of his clothing.

"Spring Rain Spell, descend!"

Qin Yang flicked three drops of Spiritual Power Spring Rain onto Shen Dashan's right shoulder, instantly halting the bleeding and pain.

"Thank you, boss."

Shen Dashan said gratefully. A cool sensation flowed from his right shoulder, soothing him as if water was nourishing his wound.

"You did well. Take this."

Qin Yang took out four small Primordial Spirit Pills and handed them to the four men.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin."

White Crane's old face lit up with joy. These were small Primordial Spirit Pills. He had only suffered minor internal disturbances and figured he would recover in a few days. He hadn't expected Mr. Qin to grant him such a pill.

"Thank you, boss."

Zhao Hui and the others also accepted with faces full of delight.

"Xing He?! How dare you capture my disciple!"

The Punishment Elder's eyes fixed on the white-clothed disciple in White Crane's hand, bellowing sternly.

"Hand over Xiaoyu, or I'll end him."

Qin Yang said with an icy glare, his hand poised at the throat of the disciple named Xing He.

"Do you dare threaten me?"

The Punishment Elder's face blazed with anger, speaking coldly. At Celestial Sword Pavilion, he wielded authority with an iron fist, and no one dared to threaten him.

"What's the point of talking to this kid? Capture him!"

Saffron's gaze locked onto Qin Yang, speaking sinisterly.

Upon hearing this, the Punishment Elder nodded, his expression hardening, as he drew a sword from his back.

"Scoundrel, surrender obediently!"

"Hundred-step Flying Sword, go!"

Whoosh!

The Ice Sword drew an arc in the air, shooting straight toward Qin Yang with a fierce Sword Qi, slicing deep crevices into the ground.

"Seems your master doesn't care much for your life."

Qin Yang glanced at the now conscious Xing He, speaking coldly.

Xing He's expression stiffened, and a look of sorrow flashed across his face. His mistress's temper was violent, but to be indifferent to his life was one thing; how could the master who had accompanied him for so many years be the same?

"Green Water Talisman, defend!"

Qin Yang produced a light green talisman, murmuring softly.

Hum!

The Green Water Talisman dissolved, forming a light green watery light barrier that enveloped both Qin Yang and Xing He.

The Ice Sword shot straight in, piercing the watery light barrier with its sharp edge, causing ripples that gradually receded inward.

Crack!

A slight crack appeared on the water barrier, but the Ice Sword's momentum was spent.

"The Hundred-step Flying Sword is truly a masterful technique!"

White Crane exclaimed in surprise. He had once dueled Qin Yang in the underground arena, and this Green Water Talisman was a level higher than the Water Defense Talisman from that day. Yet this Hundred-step Flying Sword nearly breached its defense.

"Begone!"

Qin Yang shouted coldly, merging Spiritual Power into the watery light barrier, causing the Ice Sword to rebound.

The Punishment Elder lightly tapped the ground, his figure fluttering forward, swiftly catching the Ice Sword and thrusting it toward Qin Yang.

Qin Yang's face darkened, releasing his grip on Xing He's throat without taking his life.

Clang!

Qin Yang drew the Purple Blood Soft Sword from his waist, deflecting the Punishment Elder's Ice Sword. The clash of the swords rang with clarity.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Punishment Elder's swordsmanship was swift and fierce, each move targeting Qin Yang's vital points.

Qin Yang, as a cultivator, was adept at taking out enemies from a distance. Up close, his techniques fell short compared to these ancient martial artists who have trained for decades.

"Close combat is not favorable." Qin Yang's eyes darkened.

"Fireball Technique, go!"

A fireball coalesced at Qin Yang's fingertip and hurled it toward the Punishment Elder's grim face.

"Ice Palm!"

The Punishment Elder's expression froze, summoning an Ice Palm to shatter the fireball instantly.

Taking this opportunity, Qin Yang tapped the ground with his toes, pulling away from the Punishment Elder.

The Punishment Elder's gaze suddenly focused on his Ice Sword's blade, where several notches had appeared.

"My Ice Sword!" The Elder's face darkened.

The Purple Blood Soft Sword was a treasure, exceedingly sharp. Though the Punishment Elder's Ice Sword was formidable, it was ultimately inferior to the Purple Blood Soft Sword. In their earlier clash, it was left with notches.

"Scoundrel, return my Ice Sword!"

The Punishment Elder was enraged. The sword had been his companion for many years, and now it was damaged.

"I'll give you a talisman instead!"

Qin Yang sneered, clamping his fingers to reveal a silver talisman.

"Thunder Shock Talisman, descend!"

Whoosh!

The silver talisman crumbled, releasing a silver thunderbolt like a snake, striking toward the Punishment Elder.

The Elder's face changed, a sense of danger rising within him. He dared not take it lightly. His robe fluttered without wind, his Inner Power surging, and a faint frost spread across the grass beneath his feet.

"Great Ice Heaven Palm!"

The Elder cried out, shooting an icy Hand Seal towards the oncoming thunderbolt.

Boom!

The icy Hand Seal collided with the silver lightning, momentarily slowing its momentum, but only for an instant. The next second, it struck the Punishment Elder.

"Ugh!"

The Elder coughed up blood, retreating several steps.

"Profound Tier experts are indeed far more difficult to handle."

Qin Yang's eyes narrowed. In terms of single-target attack power, the Thunder Shock Talisman was unrivaled. Against a Yellow Tier expert, it would surely kill, but against a Profound Tier expert, it only caused some injury.

"Swordmaster, why are you still hesitating? Attack together!"

The Elder turned and shouted.

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