The Pot Immortal was short in stature, exceedingly ugly, unkempt, with a large mouth like a tiger, covered in pockmarks, and eyes as small as green beans. He carried a stone jar as big as a person of B-class size on his back.

He was covered in bloodstains, but it was unclear whether they were his own or someone else's. However, he was indeed injured, with terrifying and hideous scars from swords and knives.

A piece of skin on his chest was torn off.

Currently, he was trapped by the Iron Net, but instead of panicking, he scanned the crowd and saw they were just a mob.

With a sinister tone, he said, "Here to deliver themselves for soup again."

Li Xian frowned, finding this person extremely ugly. Not daring to slack off, he immediately shouted, "Activate the array!"

Four net holders stood on each side, sprinting quickly in a circle. The Iron Net, under tension, wound even tighter around the Pot Immortal.

Intricately entangled, it was almost about to wrap him like a human dumpling.

Li Xian jumped to a higher place, drew the bow, and shot arrows. Unexpectedly, even though the Pot Immortal was caught by the Iron Net, his strength was still immense.

In such a situation, he merely shifted to the left, dodging the flying arrow.

Li Xian squinted his eyes, thinking to himself that this guy was truly formidable. Without hesitation, he nocked an arrow and shot again, aiming at the vital points with each shot.

The Pot Immortal chuckled, "Good lad, quite accurate, trying to shoot your grandpa dead? Keep dreaming!"

His body swayed left and right, like a punchbag, even under the restriction of the Iron Net, managing to dodge repeatedly.

"Master Li…"

"He's very strong!"

"I can hardly hold on!"

A net-holder from the Nursing Home said fearfully.

"Hold on, someone will come soon." Li Xian reassured him, continuing to harass with arrows.

At the same time, he shouted, "Spearmen, shieldmen, advance."

Within the Iron Net Capture Evil Array, four net-holders contained, two spearmen attacked, two shieldmen defended, and two archers harassed.

Coordinated seamlessly, they balanced offense and defense.

Extremely formidable.

Though the Pot Immortal seemed to dodge each arrow, the flying arrows heavily taxed his concentration. At this moment, as spears and shields pressed in, they forced him to retreat repeatedly, several times trying to channel his energy to forcibly break free.

Yet, because he was entangled in the Iron Net, his hands and feet couldn't stretch freely, and his martial arts were constrained as well.

The four joined forces to pull, which provided considerable strength. If it were just a matter of strength, the Pot Immortal could easily overpower them all.

But unfortunately, there were long spears poking close, and longbows harassing from afar. If he wanted to exert strength against the net-holders, his feet had to be steady to exert force, and once steady, he would reveal vulnerabilities, resulting in either arrows or spears drawing blood immediately.

If he tried to attack directly, someone with a shield was there to defend.

"Damn it, such a bothersome bunch of little flies!"

"If it weren't for my severe injuries, how could I let you little brats be so arrogant?"

The Pot Immortal's ferocity rose. Just then, he spotted a flaw in the array and forcefully broke out to the left side.

Li Xian shouted, "Shield to the left!" simultaneously releasing a tricky arrow.

The shieldman, following the order, barred the way to the left; the Pot Immortal cursed, "Damn it, get out of my way!" smashing into the shield head-on.

The shieldman got knocked back several zhangs.

But the Pot Immortal's momentum was slowed, unable to break out of the array completely, and the Nursing Home protectors swiftly surrounded him again, trapping him within the formation.

At the same time, Li Xian's flying arrow hit him on the shoulder.

"Good lad, quite clever!"

The Pot Immortal, after feeling the pain, coldly glanced at Li Xian, realizing that this array was different, all due to this youngster's control.

"Heh heh heh, do you really think you can capture me just like this?"

The Pot Immortal sneered, "Alright then, let me show you what I can do."

With that, he leaped a few zhang off the ground.

The net-holders pulled down hard, but the Pot Immortal laughed, shifted his weight, and with his back to the ground, performed a move called "Thousand-Pound Weight," crashing heavily onto the ground.

Li Xian remained vigilant, sensing something was off, and could only keep his distance with his bow ready.

With a "thud," the stone jar was unharmed, but the lid came off the jar.

It turned out the Pot Immortal, trapped inside the Iron Net, couldn't open the jar's lid. He had to use the impact from the fall to jolt it off.

A yellowish-brown liquid flowed out, emanating a stench of rot.

"What is this?" Li Xian wondered suspiciously, maintaining composure, and immediately shouted, "Hold your breath; this person is already cornered and desperate, no need to fear."

However, the spreading odor still terrified the net-holders.

"A head… it's a head…"

A head rolled to the jar's mouth. Because of the Iron Net, it didn't fall to the ground.

But seeing this, the net-holder on the west side's legs turned to jelly, trembling uncontrollably.

"Heh heh, this guy knows you, they're from the same place."

"I put him in the jar, and he turned to blood within two hours."

"Boy, let go now, and I'll spare your life!"

The Pot Immortal looked at the protector, speaking with a grin.

"Steady!" Li Xian shouted with Qi Movement.

The protector barely maintained composure, but panic made his hands tremble, losing strength, showing a sign of defeat.

"This person has already fought another team before, and killed many."

Li Xian privately deliberated.

Given the situation, he realized Li Haitang had miscalculated. The Iron Net Capture Evil Array could indeed trap the Pot Immortal, but people have emotions.

If they faced such a formidable foe and the formation got disrupted, its effectiveness would be severely diminished, leading inevitably to failure.

"Fear not, folks, Li Lady and others just sent a message, hold on a little longer, and this villain will meet his end."

Li Xian feigned joy, shouting loudly.

"Excellent, excellent!"

"Hahaha."

Li Xian laughed loudly, encouraging everyone. This rhetoric seemed to work. Thinking of Li Haitang and the others, the protectors were less afraid.

The Pot Immortal shuddered; if Li Haitang and others were pursuing, he was indeed in trouble.

But he quickly sneered repeatedly, thinking:

"Good lad, Li Haitang and the others are just at Food Essence, lacking the strong power to perform Qi Condensation and Sound Transmission."

"Almost got fooled by you."

"You're more troublesome than Li Haitang and the others."

The Pot Immortal slapped the jar body.

With a "poof" sound, the liquid from the jar splattered out, accompanied by various flesh bits, fingers, teeth… human fragments.

Terrifying to the extreme.

"It's... it's Liu Quan!"

Everyone was shocked; among the many flesh pieces, they recognized a finger belonging to Liu Quan, the "B-class Nursing Home protector."

Someone whom the Nursing Home regarded highly, yet now suffered such a fate.

"I'll say it three times: those who surrender voluntarily, I'll spare them." The Pot Immortal declared.

"Otherwise, this will be your end."

At this moment, the two sides faced off, neither able to defeat the other easily.

It was a matter of who remained calm and could endure the intimidation.

Li Xian narrowed his eyes; he was well aware of this villain's violent nature, knowing his words couldn't be trusted. He could stay calm, but it was hard for the other protectors.

Then he had a flash of insight, realizing the way to counter fear was with another fear!

He immediately took out nine arrows, nocked them on the bow, drawing back fully.

In a cold voice, he said, "If anyone lets go, don't blame my arrows for being ruthless."

Everyone heard this and, seeing no way to survive, had no choice but to hold on desperately.

"You little brat, quite tough, quite tough, alright, alright then, if that's how it is, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The Pot Immortal cursed with a grin, no choice but to use the move.

A sound of muffled thunder exploded.

"Is it thundering?"

Li Xian looked up at the sky, but it was clear with not a cloud.

"No…"

"It's Chest Drumming Like Thunder!"

Li Xian tensed sharply; Chest Drumming Like Thunder was a sign of the Food Essence Realm.

"Rumble…"

From the Pot Immortal's chest, the sound of rolling thunder erupted, tumbling, the pebbles on the ground trembling with the thunder sound…

Rolling thunder surged, brewing a murderous intent.

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