The thunderous sound reverberated, possessing a natural intimidating force against the mundane "clay embryos."

In an instant, birds and beasts were startled, and wild deer scattered.

The nursing home attendants only felt the thunderous sound pouring into their bodies through their ears, resonating back and forth in their chest cavity, as if their hearts were gripped by a giant hand.

It was like a three-year-old encountering a fierce tiger, hearing the tiger's roar, their bodies instinctively trembling.

This was not cowardice, but a form of "suppression."

The Pot Immortal hesitated to use this move for a long time because this sound would consume his Qi-Blood and expose his position more quickly.

But at this moment, he was forced by Li Xian to the brink of desperation, compelled to make a risky move.

"Ha!"

The momentum built to its peak, and with a loud shout, he unleashed his power.

One of the timid nursing home attendants shuddered all over, lost control of his bodily functions, and loosened his grip, causing a corner of the Iron Net to slacken.

"Excellent!"

The Pot Immortal seized the opportunity, broke free from the Iron Net, sneered at Li Xian, and lunged aggressively, transforming his hands into claws, ready to capture.

Li Xian felt the imposing momentum pressing upon him and had already realized that the thief's escape was inevitable. Once free, he would undoubtedly aim to capture him first.

So he had already moved to a favorable position, turned sideways, and darted into a narrow crevice in the mountain.

The Pot Immortal, being short in stature, could naturally squeeze into the rock crevice as well.

Except, he had his bow pointing outward.

In such a narrow space, no matter who came, there was no room to hide. If the Pot Immortal wanted to kill Li Xian, he would surely face nine arrows.

"Good lad!"

"Cunning as a fox, and still couldn't kill you!"

The Pot Immortal was furious, finding this young man's martial arts mediocre, yet so troublesome, which was truly unexpected.

"Get out here!"

The Pot Immortal pointed at Li Xian, glaring and shouting.

Li Xian, with nine sharp arrows aimed outward, calmly said, "I won't come out."

"You won't come out, huh? You won't come out, huh?"

The Pot Immortal stomped around, suddenly leaping up, grabbing another bowman like a small chick, using him as a shield in front of him.

"This guy is smart." Li Xian frowned, loosening his fingers, and an arrow shot through the gap, hitting a bird several hundred feet away.

"You can come in."

"But regardless of what's shielding you, I will surely shoot two arrows at your knees."

Li Xian spoke calmly.

With the Pot Immortal's strength, if he entered the crevice, it would surely be over for Li Xian.

He had already made up his mind.

Hearing this, the Pot Immortal hesitated, indeed unnerved. He had tasted this young man's aim before.

Even with a living shield, it might not be entirely foolproof. If his legs got injured, his speed would be greatly compromised.

"This pisses me off, pisses me off!"

"I'll spare your life, but..."

"Heh, you're not so lucky."

The Pot Immortal patted the other bowman's shoulder, then reached out, twisted, pulled, and tore at his wrist.

The hand was dismantled.

Still attached with skin and flesh.

The bowman screamed in agony, and the Pot Immortal, irritated, grabbed and tore at his jaw. He forcibly took it off.

The skin was torn, flesh exposed, and blood dripped down.

He dismantled the man like a puppet, tearing apart bones, leaving them intact but brutally snapping flesh, skin, fascia, and blood vessels!

"Heh, fun, fun."

The Pot Immortal plunged his hands into the man's back, forcefully ripping downward. With a tearing sound, a whole section of flesh and blood peeled off like tree bark.

"Uh..."

The nursing home attendant was unrecognizable.

Li Xian felt a profound horror, witnessing such a gruesome sight for the first time. His stomach churned like overturning rivers and seas.

But he had to remain calm on the surface, knowing that this fiend truly wanted to kill him.

If he showed even a hint of fear, his fate would be just as miserable.

The Pot Immortal dismantled and disassembled, arms, shoulders, thighs... all laid about the ground. Yet the nursing home attendant still clung to life.

"Heh, living soup is the best to drink."

Tossing the mangled body into the stone pot.

It was then...

"Cunning fiend, where do you think you're going!"

Li Haitang and others arrived belatedly.

"Goodbye, you little brats think you can catch me?"

"Try again in ten years!"

"Farewell forever."

The Pot Immortal hoisted the stone pot, using his lightweight skill to flee.

"Damn it!"

Yang Huayu was furious, punching the mountain, sending stones scattering.

"Are you all useless, letting that villain get away!"

"The plan was flawless, yet you let the fiend escape!"

Yang Huayu scolded.

Li Xian thought:

"The ambush lasted so long; it was you who arrived too late."

But he didn't retort; today's events had indeed broadened his horizons, recognizing the disparity. Clay embryos... in front of such powerful beings, they were indeed like toys, at their mercy.

"That fiend's Iron Stele Hand has grown stronger again." Li Haitang sighed, "This mission failed; letting the tiger return to the mountain means we must plan anew."

Li Xian emerged from the crevice.

Seeing the ground covered in blood and filth...

The earlier devastation still vivid in his mind.

"I've long known the Jianghu is perilous."

"But knowing is one thing, experiencing it firsthand is entirely different!"

Eating people?

Eating people seems almost like an act of compassion.

...

...

Inside Qingning County.

Failing to capture the Pot Immortal, everyone regrouped in the city. The nursing home attendants' expressions were numb, lost for words, clearly deeply shaken.

"Nineteen people..."

Li Xian silently counted the numbers; out of thirty, only nineteen remained.

Eleven had died.

In Li Xian's team, only one person died. The other teams each lost five, exactly half their number.

"When the fiend attacked, Liu Quan organized a defense, but the formation was broken in an instant."

"The fiend wasn't in a hurry to kill us, saying he wanted to play games. Pairs of us played rock-paper-scissors, the loser dying and the winner surviving."

"Liu Quan played with me and lost. In the end, he was dismantled like a puppet and thrown into the stone pot."

...

"The exact same... Our formation broke, and we were savagely toyed with until the fiend lost interest and left..."

"Sir Li, why did your team suffer so few casualties?"

The group talked with lingering fears.

Li Xian frowned. From their words, he gathered that this mission's heavy losses were largely due to Li Haitang.

She severely misjudged, severely underestimated the Pot Immortal.

The Pot Immortal might not have been able to defeat her group head-on but clearly found it easy to escape.

To put it bluntly, Li Haitang and others were not equipped to capture the Pot Immortal.

Winning a fight is one thing; killing or capturing alive is another.

This led to the Pot Immortal leisurely mocking and torturing during his escape, confident that even if Li Haitang caught up, he could escape again.

The fact was indeed as such.

The Pot Immortal indeed escaped right under their noses.

Perhaps the lady had already foreseen this, or maybe she didn't care about the outcome; this act was merely to curry favor with Li Beren.

"Sir Li?"

Several nursing home attendants inquired.

Li Xian snapped back to reality, recounting the details of the event, how they trapped the fiend, how he contended with him, how they mutually restrained each other, how he freed himself, and how he survived.

The risks involved moved listeners' hearts.

Unconsciously, they were filled with admiration for this master Li. His martial arts skills were second to his calm demeanor in crisis, which truly commanded respect.

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