"So that’s it," the middle-aged man nodded, "You know this is extremely dangerous, so you want to sacrifice yourself to leave a way out for the three of them?"

"Wrong," Qin Mengyao’s expression was cold, "It’s just that the upcoming battle is not suitable for them to participate in."

"Boss, stop wasting time talking to her." A burly man with a stubble beard looked up and down Qin Mengyao’s mature and alluring body with a lustful gaze, especially her long legs.

"Tsk tsk, if I could be squeezed by those long legs, I’d be willing to live ten years less."

An old man with a sickly appearance also chimed in with interest, "Those legs, I could play with them for a year and never get tired."

Seeing that the Poison Blood Profound Crocodile’s Golden Core was within reach, and his lifespan was temporarily secure, he began to indulge in his desires.

The middle-aged man felt a sense of unease, but he was already riding the tiger and couldn’t back down. He waved his hand, "Take action!"

As vulgar words spewed from their mouths, Qin Mengyao had already closed her eyes, drawn her sword, and pressed the blade against her forehead.

Chu Xuan frowned, about to make a move, when suddenly!

A white figure flew out from Qin Mengyao’s sword and, wielding a sword, slashed at a sallow-faced man standing at the back!

The figure looked exactly like Qin Mengyao’s true form, only slightly more ethereal.

Old Seven was caught off guard and hurriedly threw out a bronze shield to resist while using the Earth Escape Technique to burrow underground.

But the white figure was incredibly fast, piercing straight through the shield and cutting into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

Meanwhile, as soon as the boss raised his hand, Old Three had already summoned a bright golden rope, trying to sneak attack Qin Mengyao.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, a second white figure flew out from Qin Mengyao’s sword. It easily penetrated the golden rope, cutting into the smirking stubble-bearded man.

The man’s eyes suddenly went hollow, as if his soul had been extinguished, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

Then a third, fourth, fifth... countless white figures flew out from Qin Mengyao’s sword!

Their movements were as graceful as fairies, but they were like reapers, and no magical artifacts or skills could stop them. Each slash took a life.

Everyone had different reactions before they died:

The middle-aged man’s face was filled with terror as he activated a Buddha-like protective magical treasure and tried to turn and flee on his sword.

The sickly old man let out a strange cry, waving his hand to release swathes of black smoke to obscure vision as he lunged at the crocodile’s corpse.

But it was useless; neither the golden light of the Buddha-like magical treasure nor the mysterious black smoke could stop the white figure from cutting them down or prevent their instant death.

In almost a breath, four of the five attackers had fallen, leaving only one young man who somehow blocked a strike from the white figure.

Of course, it wasn’t by his own power. He fearfully slashed with his sword, but to no avail. It was actually his antique jade pendant that flashed with a faint light.

The white figure vanished after cutting the young man, yet he did not die, only the jade pendant shattered and fell to the ground.

"Please, please don’t kill me, I was forced to join them!" The man knelt and pleaded for mercy, tears and snot streaming down his face. He didn’t dare run, for he knew he couldn’t escape.

But Qin Mengyao showed no mercy. Another white figure slashed toward him, and this time, no miracle occurred.

However, at that moment, all the white figures disappeared, and Qin Mengyao’s sword dropped to the ground. Her face was extremely pale, blood trickling from her mouth as she fell backward helplessly.

Having just fended off a golden rope with a white jade sword, Chu Xuan hurriedly stepped forward to support Qin Mengyao.

"Senior sister, are you alright?"

To be honest, Chu Xuan was also startled.

Because Qin Mengyao had always been so calm, even at the critical moment just now, he believed that his senior sister would have a way to deal with it.

But the power of this mysterious sword technique was too exaggerated, killing gods and Buddhas alike, with most conventional means unable to withstand it; once struck, it led to instant death.

It seems this was why Qin Mengyao had confidence in taking down the Golden Core demon beast with her two junior brothers.

Fortunately, the Poison Blood Profound Crocodile was more weakened than expected due to two previous injuries, plus Jiang Yiyi, Chu Xuan, and others performed exceptionally, allowing Qin Mengyao to conserve her strength and save this ultimate move until now.

Although in poor condition, Qin Mengyao was in good spirits, smiling weakly at Chu Xuan and saying:

"This is a nameless sword technique I stumbled upon by chance in my early years, from a cave."

"It attacks the soul directly and has no physical form; only special methods can defend against it. For those below the third cultivation realm, it’s essentially a guaranteed death if struck."

"It’s just a pity... I haven’t thought of a name for it yet. What do you think I should call it?"

Chu Xuan, hearing this, couldn’t help but quip, thinking she’d lament the substantial energy it consumed, not this.

"How about ’Celestial Flying Immortal’?"

Qin Mengyao’s eyes lit up, "Hmm, sounds nice, let’s go with that."

Chu Xuan casually recalled his flying sword, helped his senior sister sit cross-legged, adjusting her to a meditative posture, then carefully fed her a pill before starting to clean the battlefield.

The others were easy enough to deal with, except for the sallow-faced man’s body, which was buried underground, forcing Chu Xuan to expend effort to dig it out.

Truth be told, it surprised Chu Xuan that Qin Mengyao chose to kill that one first rather than the vulgar stubble-bearded man.

Chu Xuan could tell that his senior sister was irritated; otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen to kill the second man.

The reason why she prioritized the former was likely because of his entrance from the ground, suspecting he might use the rare Earth Escape Technique.

This gave Chu Xuan a deeper understanding of what their master had once said.

Qin Mengyao was indeed ruthless, intending to kill them all from the start, leaving none alive, thus targeting the fastest runner first.

...

Chu Xuan gathered whatever he could from the bodies, but unfortunately, these poor souls only had a storage bag from the boss.

This item was a lower version of ordinary storage magical treasures, made from failed attempts of making the former, and had a limited space. It was barely a low-grade Yellow level.

Despite this, such items were still highly sought after in ordinary markets, as no one wanted to carry loads of packages every time they went out.

The other magical artifacts, tools, talismans, and pills were scattered and numerous; Chu Xuan didn’t have time to sort them now, so he simply stored them away.

Then he tirelessly went to the Poison Blood Profound Crocodile and began cutting out its most valuable materials, like the Demon Pill, teeth, claws, scales, and poison sacs, while tossing the rest into his storage bracelet.

Though his current situation wasn’t bad, having grown up poor, Chu Xuan couldn’t allow himself to waste anything.