Not caring whether the Boundless Banner would be damaged by thunder, Shi Chun quickly unfurled it to enclose his body, hoping it might block some of the flying boulders and protect him from accidental injury.

Three Heavenly Immortal experts hiding there emerged, their faces full of shock, blood seeping from their noses and mouths. They never expected that the thick stone shell they protected with their cultivation would not withstand even one blow, being shattered instantly.

How powerful must the thunder be? They haven't seen the scene of the Thunder Sword's strike.

"Kill!" The white-haired old man roared angrily, his shout seemingly overpowering the thunder in the sky.

With the protective stones shattered and the Thunder Sword disintegrated, he seized the opportunity to order an attack, palms thundering fiercely, sending countless shattered stones towards Li Hongjiu.

The awakened Black-clothed Guest and Gray-clothed Guest did the same. In the face of such terrifying thunder, at that moment, no one could care for Shi Chun's fate; survival came first as they unleashed indiscriminate attacks.

Instantly, rocks from three directions pummeled down like a torrential downpour amidst thunder, converging fiercely on one point.

Shi Chun was startled, and could only duck his head, retreating into the cover of the Boundless Banner.

Li Hongjiu was equally alarmed; under such a powerful siege, at such close range, he had no other choice but to do his best.

Caring no more for Shi Chun, it was now a matter of each individual fending for themselves, leaving life and death to fate.

His figure spun rapidly; countless flying stones deflected upon contact, but blood mist splattered from his spinning body.

As for the stones striking Shi Chun, they vanished as if thrown into water.

As the flying rocks dissipated, the three Heavenly Immortal experts personally charged, rushing to engage in close combat.

Li Hongjiu halted his spinning form; his torn left sleeve hung empty and bloody, his left arm gone, blood seeping from many spots on his clothing, hair loose and wind-blown, blood on his face, appearing faint and about to collapse.

Regardless, he coldly raised his fingers before him, casting spells to retaliate again.

The white-haired old man, determined not to let him regain momentum, grinned maliciously, extending his hand to crush him from afar.

Li Hongjiu coolly stared up without showing panic.

Because the speed of lightning above was faster than his opponent's move.

With a crash, a thunder forest suddenly descended, countless bolts indiscriminately striking, weaving and flashing like a net, continuously rearranging their formations.

The three Heavenly Immortal experts struck by lightning trembled as arcs of electricity touched their bodies, constantly twisting, forming several arcs or dozens.

Their eyes seemed to roll back, an uncontrollable tingling, while they persisted with spellcasting, slowly moving their gestures, hoping to regain control.

Even such strikes could not subdue the trio; Li Hongjiu, pale and faltering, summoned an overwhelming amount of blood, forcing another round of casting.

Among countless wandering arcs above, outlines of three Thunder Swords slowly began to gather.

Yet when they barely appeared, they abruptly disintegrated, for Li Hongjiu spewed another mouthful of blood, the bleeding on his clothes more extensive.

Nevertheless, he did not yield; in the struggle for survival, he gathered his focus again, but as the Thunder Sword outline emerged, he coughed blood, causing them to collapse.

"Damn, Boundless Banner was damaged again…"

Shi Chun cursed inside the Boundless Banner, noticing the reduced commotion. He poked his head out, shocked by the sight, exclaiming, "What the hell?"

His gaze quickly focused on Li Hongjiu's empty bloody sleeve.

What happened? In just the moment he pulled his head back, how did he become so injured?

Just now, he thought Li Hongjiu was invincible; how come he was defeated in a single round?

Coming to his senses, he glanced at the three experts trapped by arcs of electricity, urgently shouting, "Brother Jiu, can they still move?"

Li Hongjiu tried to say something but could only cough up blood with every attempt.

He truly conceded defeat to this rascal; he was almost beaten to death, yet this guy was untouched, spectating as though nothing happened. It was completely unreasonable.

He somewhat understood why this guy was obsessed with repairing Broken Treasures using Death Refusing Incense.

He grasped why this rascal could carelessly survive despite everything.

Previously, he thought relying on external objects hindered cultivation, but now realized having them was indeed better; they could save lives at critical moments!

"Damn, if they could move, they wouldn't just stand there…" Shi Chun cursed again, quickly collecting the ruined Boundless Banner, pulling out a long sword, which he threw at the white-haired old man.

From start to finish, this old bastard seemed the worst, so his attack spared no mercy, aiming straight for his heart.

He didn't care about the opponent's background or expertise; there was no chance for leniency in such an opportunity, decisively striking to kill!

Bang, a lightning bolt protected the opponent, sweeping out brilliantly and deflecting the thrown sword.

Shi Chun quickly scanned the surrounding thunder forest, realizing something, he swiftly drew out a long spear, wrapping it with Bath Demon Skill's Green Qi, and flashed towards the previous scene, striking the white-haired elder's head with the brilliantly illuminated spear under the thunderstorm.

Frontal assassination.

The old man in white saw it, his eyes instantly widened with a struggle, as if scolding, you dare?

Bam, shot in the head.

The gun was out and back in an instant, stabbing him more than a dozen times.

Once he confirmed it was a mess, Shi Chun flashed forward to the Black-clothed Guest, holding out his spear to stab.

Bang, the spear went straight through the heart, and with a pull, he then swiftly pierced the opponent's throat, sending a head flying off.

Dealing with human monks doesn't require more than a dozen stabs, two vital stabs are enough, time is tight.

No time to hesitate, Li Hongjiu was spitting blood like water, clearly unable to hold on much longer.

Shi Chun's figure flashed again, darting through the Thunder Forest with ease, instantly reaching the Gray-clothed Person, cutting him down from above, splitting him in half with a single shot.

The two linked fingers trembled difficultly in front of Li Hongjiu, who had endured till this moment; seeing the three masters dead, he immediately relaxed.

The Thunder Forest instantly vanished without a trace, the terrifying scene earlier like a dream, he tilted sideways and fell headfirst, swirling with the wind.

Yet without his hard maintenance, the tornado's wind also weakened instantly, his mangled body spiraling down towards the sea.

Shi Chun wanted to pursue the three electrocuted roast-smelling bodies swirling in the wind; three Heavenly Immortal Realm masters surely had lots of valuable things, but who knew Li Hongjiu couldn't even hold on for this short time.

Leaving him no choice but to give up, diving down to chase Li Hongjiu's falling figure.

Falling down, Li Hongjiu, whose eyelids were weakly opening and closing, also saw Shi Chun rushing to save him, slightly surprised; knowing there were still enemies outside, and with the strong foes gone, he had become a burden. Why didn't this rascal take the chance to flee?

He was almost a blood man, his clothes soaked with blood…

The thunder in the sky suddenly weakened, leaving only occasional rumbles.

The rapidly spinning fog tornado also slowed down quickly, its waist expanding.

"Is it over?"

"It should be settled, everything Li Hongjiu was controlling is collapsing."

The East Victory group muttered from afar, no one daring to go over and check out what happened. If Li Hongjiu wasn't defeated, and could defeat three Heavenly Immortal Realm masters, wouldn't it be suicidal to confront him?

In the tornado, the falling figure was eventually caught by Shi Chun.

Shi Chun stopped in mid-air, holding Li Hongjiu, casually assessing his injuries and got a fright. He was severely wounded, all internal organs heavily damaged, many bones broken; without timely treatment, his life was at risk.

He glanced at the three bodies falling into the misty sea, unable to search the valuables of the three Heavenly Immortal masters, quickly stopping Li Hongjiu's bleeding, unless the blood continued to flow, he would save no more.

Then he took out a Pill, the best Pill, bought with money for critical saving moments of his own life, and without hesitation, urgently fed it to Li Hongjiu, helping him swallow it after using magic to dissolve.

Li Hongjiu prided himself on his discernment, his slightly open and closing eyes saw Shi Chun's genuine concern for his injuries.

This was the second time he felt Shi Chun's sincere care for him.

Because of this, he weakly reminded, "Now is the perfect time to escape, if you don't leave now, you won't have another chance."

"This place should not be lingered, Brother Jiu, hang in a bit longer, we will find a safe place and treat your injuries properly," Shi Chun said, freeing a hand to take out the Wind Scale, unleashing it with a spell, wrapping the two, ascending straight up along the slowing wind vortex.

People in front of the inn mirror naturally also saw the thunder hidden in the storm clouds in the mirror image dying out.

Uncertain of the situation, they suddenly saw a black dot rush out from the slowing vortex's center.

Those using the Heavenly Mirror immediately adjusted the image to track, quickly catching up with the fleeing figures, zooming in to see Shi Chun holding a blood-soaked person flying away.

By then, everyone in the room knew the coachman-dressed person in the image was Shi Chun.

Looking more closely at who he was holding, the clothing's color was hard to discern, seemingly soaked in blood. As the wind blew the tangled hair open, they realized it was Li Hongjiu.

Clearly severely injured, missing an arm.

Those present imagined that if the Yanbao Sect's Sect Master knew his treasured disciple was injured like this, he would certainly explode with rage.

But that wasn't important because these two factions' backing could handle Yanbao Sect's temper.

People were puzzled why only these two were escaping, without pursuing enemies of their own side?

A bad thought crossed both sides' minds, but how could it be? With a whole troop and several Heavenly Immortal masters, how could they let these two escape?

Both Wei Mo and Lan quickly turned around, grabbing their Mother-child Talismans to contact their own people.

As a result, Lan found she had completely lost contact with her troops, she immediately transmitted a message to the Red-clothed Woman beside, "Madam, we've lost contact with our men, those useless guys are probably doomed. I will personally go."

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