To be precise, defeating him would be a breeze. But Lan Qing is still in his grasp now, and I must negotiate properly before clarifying things.

"Wang Zhangmin, hand her over quickly, and I can spare your life. If you have any issues, face them with me. Why capture a woman? It’s hardly manly, it’s laughable."

After Lin Beichen said this, he saved his strength, his face full of disdain.

Wang Zhangmin no longer concealed his power, a mysterious smile tugging at his lips, as he pulled a strangely shaped bottle from his pocket and poured out a light blue liquid.

Seeing this, Lin Beichen instantly realized things were far from simple. He never thought Wang Zhangmin possessed such skills.

Ever since he saw this bottle, he felt it was extraordinary.

Once the light blue liquid was poured out, it instantly vaporized into a mist.

Those who smelled the mist fell to the ground convulsing, their thoughts becoming chaotic and unclear.

Lin Beichen promptly held his breath and stayed calm, knowing full well Wang Zhangmin was no ordinary man. He could hardly believe the man before him was hiding so deeply.

Seeing his shocked expression, Wang Zhangmin couldn’t help but laugh. The show was just beginning; with things developed to this point, there was no need to continue hiding.

"Why so surprised?"

Looking at the mist, Lin Beichen felt it was familiar. He had read about it in an ancient text, and as he recalled carefully, it suddenly came to him. This was an ancient witchcraft.

In an instant, Lin Beichen found it hard to believe. He never expected Wang Zhangmin to hide so deeply. If he wasn’t from the Cultivation Realm, he couldn’t possibly know about this witchcraft.

Feeling mixed emotions about his underestimation, Lin Beichen regretted not preparing properly, knowing Wang Zhangmin was from the Cultivation Realm.

Lin Beichen’s mind raced. With the poison mist about to dissipate, he slightly closed his eyes, pretending to collapse to the ground.

Footsteps gradually approached. He held his breath, attentive to his surroundings. Until Wang Zhangmin stopped before him, Lin Beichen remained motionless.

Wang Zhangmin disdainfully kicked Lin Beichen, confirming he was unconscious, and sneered sarcastically.

Lin Beichen gritted his teeth, suppressing his urge to act. Acting arrogant now was pointless, as once he gathered useful information, Wang Zhangmin would face consequences.

Growing increasingly smug, Wang Zhangmin dragged Lin Beichen aside, deliberately keeping a distance.

"Ha, they say you’re unbeatable, but you’re just so-so. Just a tiny bit of poison mist can take you down, that’s all."

Wang Zhangmin played with the small bottle triumphantly. He went through great effort to obtain it, and it turned out to be incredibly useful.

Just a small dose could take down many people, including the highly praised Lin Beichen.

If there was more... Wang Zhangmin grew more excited, a smile creeping onto his lips.

However, he hadn’t forgotten the task at hand and squatted down to look at Lin Beichen.

"Dying by my hand won’t be a loss for you. I learned Black Witchcraft abroad just for this day."

He arrogantly patted Lin Beichen’s arm and continued, "Though I’m not too proficient, it’s enough to deal with you. Your Daoist Skills are just amateur tricks, unworthy of the stage. Facing me, you can only lie there."

Wang Zhangmin laughed heartily, defeated so effortlessly, if he truly mastered Black Witchcraft, wouldn’t he be invincible!

His thoughts burned with desire, eager to eliminate Lin Beichen and focus on studying Black Witchcraft.

As his hand extended towards Lin Beichen, Lin Beichen suddenly opened his eyes, grasping Wang Zhangmin’s wrist tightly, flipping him onto the ground.

Fortunately, Wang Zhangmin reacted quickly, following Lin Beichen’s force to lie down. Otherwise, his arm might have been dislocated.

Wang Zhangmin struggled fiercely to escape Lin Beichen’s grasp, quickly scrambling backward to create distance. His face was grim, vigilance mingled with a hint of malice in his eyes.

"You tricked me!" Wang Zhangmin said through gritted teeth, rubbing his arm as the pain cleared his mind.

Lin Beichen hadn’t been affected by the poison mist, so he had heard Wang Zhangmin’s words.

"All’s fair in war; did you really think I’d lose to your little toy?"

Lin Beichen clapped his hands, standing up from the ground. Pretending to be unconscious had its effects; at least he learned Wang Zhangmin was studying Black Witchcraft.

Regardless, Black Witchcraft wasn’t a good thing. Wang Zhangmin dared to belittle his Daoist Skill, truly overestimating himself.

Lin Beichen felt a bit of anger, stretching his limbs.

"Then let me show you true Daoist Skill."

Wang Zhangmin sensed danger and turned to flee, but it was too late.

Lin Beichen was faster, lightly tapping the ground with his toes, pinching a purple talisman between his index and middle fingers.

Amidst the surge of blood red, Lin Beichen shouted, and the talisman instantly exploded, causing a significant tremor in the ground. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Wang Zhangmin sweated profusely in panic, wanting to escape but his feet felt as if they were grabbed, unable to move.