A Brick To The Head Is All It Takes.

Xue Qiang looked at Feng Fan, her once-worried expression vanishing, replaced by a cold smile.

Seeing the identical expressions on Xue Qiang and Su Xiaoli's faces, a chill ran down Feng Fan's spine. "Ladies, let's not resort to violence. Everything can be discussed!"

His plea fell on deaf ears as they slowly closed in on him.

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Meanwhile, the leader of the expedition responsible for eradicating the traitorous forces in the Qian Empire was in pursuit of Mao Hu.

Despite Mao Hu's desperate attempts to flee, the gap in cultivation between them was insurmountable—he was a full eight minor stages below the elder. Escape was impossible.

Mao Hu decided to stop running and turned to face the elder from the Dao Seeking School.

"Mao Hu, have you finally given up and decided to surrender?" the elder asked mockingly.

Mao Hu glared at him coldly. A spear materialized in his grip.