Killing the Four Blood Servants

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Liu Jing and the others were stunned when they heard Qi Yuan's bold words.

But Qi Yuan didn't waste time explaining. He took out several small flags, which turned into streaks of light and flew to precise locations. Moments later, the protective light curtain flickered violently before shattering with a resounding crash.

The Four Symbols Formation had been broken.

Before, everyone had been surprised by Qi Yuan's confidence, but now they were speechless. Breaking a formation this easily was beyond their expectations — it seemed almost inhuman.

Song Meng's excitement quickly faded. Any thoughts of challenging Qi Yuan vanished. Pushing for a sparring match now would be asking for humiliation.

Han Li nearly bit his tongue in shock. Even if he practiced formations for a lifetime, he doubted he could match Qi Yuan's skill.

Zhong Weiniang's wide eyes were filled with disbelief.

Liu Jing, to his credit, recovered the fastest. With a rare smile, he said, "Brother Qi, that was incredible. Now we won't need to waste our energy breaking the formation. Let's move in before they have a chance to regroup!"

Without waiting, Liu Jing charged forward. The moment he spotted the Black Evil Sect disciples, he attacked with ruthless precision, his blade slashing down like thunder.

Song Meng followed close behind, his ice spear swirling with frost. With a fierce swing, ice shards scattered, and the enemies screamed as they fell.

Deeper inside, the four Blood Servants — Qingwen, Yeshe, Bingyao, and Tieluo — staggered to their feet, coughing blood.

"Damn it!" Qingwen spat, his face twisted in anger. "Tieluo, Bingyao, hold them off! Yeshe and I will transform into monsters!"

"Yes!" The Ice Demon's voice was grim. "We'll kill them all."

Blood burst from Qingwen and Yeshe's bodies, enveloping them in thick, crimson light that rapidly condensed into two grotesque blood cocoons, pulsing with dark energy.

Recognizing the danger, Qi Yuan's eyes narrowed.

"Transforming into monsters?" Liu Jing's face darkened. "We can't let that happen. Everyone, move!"

Just then, Bingyao and Tieluo rushed out, launching a barrage of spells. Blazing streaks of energy shot toward Qi Yuan's group.

The ground erupted in explosions, forcing everyone to scatter.

"Don't get cocky!" Song Meng roared. He thrust his ice spear forward, conjuring dozens of sharp ice shards that rained down like daggers.

Tieluo stepped forward, iron rings gleaming on his muscular arms. With precise movements, he deflected the ice attacks, the metallic clang echoing across the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Bingyao silently channeled his magic into the Soul-Breaking Wheel, which shot toward Song Meng in a flash of black light — fast and deadly.

"Junior Brother Song, watch out!" Zhong Weiniang cried.

Liu Jing unleashed his magic sword in a desperate attempt to intercept the attack, but the Soul-Breaking Wheel was faster.

The blade struck Song Meng... and his body split in half.

Liu Jing froze. Zhong Weiniang gasped. Han Li's face drained of color.

Bingyao smirked in triumph, and Tieluo sneered beside him.

But no body hit the ground.

It was an illusion.

"You should pay more attention when fighting," Qi Yuan said calmly, setting Song Meng down beside him.

Song Meng's face was pale, his breath unsteady. "Thank you... Senior Brother Qi..."

Bingyao and Tieluo exchanged uneasy glances. This man was dangerous.

"Leave these two to me," Qi Yuan said firmly. "You focus on those inside — we can't let those blood cocoons complete their transformation."

Before anyone could respond, Bingyao and Tieluo lunged forward.

Qi Yuan remained calm. He flicked his wrist, releasing five Heavenly Thunder Seeds that shot forward like blazing meteors.

At the same time, he unleashed three Poison Dragon Swords, their serpentine forms weaving through the air.

**Boom! Boom! Boom!**

Thunder shook the ground as explosions engulfed the area. Smoke billowed, and two agonized screams pierced the air.

When the dust cleared, Bingyao and Tieluo knelt lifelessly on the ground, their bodies riddled with holes. The Poison Dragon Swords were still buried in their hearts, the twisted expressions on their faces frozen in disbelief.

Liu Jing and the others stared at the scene in stunned silence.

Qi Yuan calmly retrieved his weapons and strode deeper into the palace. The others quickly followed.

Moments later, they reached the two blood cocoons. The foul stench of blood filled the air.

"They're still transforming," Qi Yuan muttered.

Song Meng, still shaken from his near-death experience, gritted his teeth. His frustration boiled over as he summoned a massive ice spear. The frozen weapon, sharp as a dragon's fang, hovered in the air before launching straight at one of the cocoons.

The powerful strike landed with a thunderous crash… but the blood cocoon remained intact.

Song Meng's face darkened.

Liu Jing sighed and calmly released his magic sword. The blade flashed with fierce light and struck the same spot. This time, the blood cocoon trembled slightly.

Encouraged, Zhong Weiniang and Han Li attacked as well, their combined spells creating cracks in the cocoon's surface.

Seeing this, Song Meng breathed a cold mist onto his ice spear, strengthening it. The spear gleamed like polished crystal before shooting forward once more.

**Boom!**

The blood cocoon shattered, and the Leaf Snake inside screamed as the spear impaled him.

Qi Yuan was quietly impressed by their teamwork. But before he could speak, the second blood cocoon bulged violently, a grotesque arm bursting free. The creature inside roared like a beast.

"Not good…" Liu Jing muttered.

Qi Yuan stepped forward. With a flick of his fingers, nine Poison Dragon Swords materialized in the air. The vicious sword energy swirled like a deadly storm as the blades shot forward in unison.

**Clang! Clang! Clang!**

The monster's cries turned frantic as the glowing blood cocoon dimmed.

By the time the ninth sword struck, the beast inside was already lifeless — its twisted body pierced through and lying motionless on the ground.

At last, the four Blood Servants were dead.

Liu Jing and the others stared at Qi Yuan in awe.

"We're really just following his lead now…" Han Li muttered.

No one disagreed.

(End Of Chapter)