Holy Fire

She heavily hit the wall, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The intense pain made her face pale, and her vision went black for a moment.

"Xueqing!" Seeing the bad situation, Xiao Feng immediately leaped out from behind the screen.

His gaze was firm, and he shot the Divine Fire at Wu Hai without hesitation.

A scorching light shot out from Xiao Feng's fingertip, heading straight for Wu Hai with a burning temperature.

The Divine Fire flickered with an eerie light and went directly into Wu Hai's forehead.

Wu Hai felt extreme pain all over his body, as if countless knives were stirring within him.

A painful expression appeared on his face, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his hands clenched into fists.

"Ah!" Wu Hai let out a mournful scream, staggering back a few steps.

Xiao Feng looked at the struggling Wu Hai, shouting anxiously, "Foster Father, hold on, the Divine Fire will strip the Tiaotie from your body!"

At this moment, Xiao Feng's heart was in turmoil, both worried about his Foster Father's safety and afraid that the Divine Fire would damage Wu Hai's body.

Suddenly, Wu Hai's expression became distorted and ferocious, as if another consciousness was fighting him for control of his body.

He roared in a strange double voice, "Xiao Feng, you are despicable, actually using the Divine Fire against your own Foster Father!"

Xiao Feng's heart tightened, realizing that the Tiaotie's will was resisting.

Just then, Xiao Feng was horrified to see Wu Hai's forehead seemingly trying to push out the Divine Fire.

The golden flame flickered under Wu Hai's skin, as if it could burst out at any moment.

In a flash of lightning, Xiao Feng made a decisive move.

He quickly acted, his fingers flying, tapping several acupuncture points on Wu Hai's body.

Amidst the sounds of breaking air, Xiao Feng's fingers seemed to turn into streaks of golden light, accurately striking Wu Hai's vital points.

"Seal!" Xiao Feng let out a low shout, his internal true energy surging and injecting into Wu Hai through his fingertips.

In an instant, a golden rune flickered on Wu Hai's body, firmly locking the Divine Fire that was trying to escape.

Accompanied by Wu Hai's heart-wrenching roar, a figure as dark as ink was forcibly squeezed out from his body.

The black shadow twisted and changed, faintly showing fangs and sharp claws, it was the true form of the Tiaotie!

Xiao Feng's gaze was like lightning, and he struck out with a palm without hesitation.

With a loud 'boom', the palm force was like materialized golden light, instantly shattering the black figure.

The dark mist exploded in the air, turning into tiny black stars and disappearing without a trace.

All this happened in a flash of lightning. By the time Xiao Feng recovered, Wu Hai had weakly opened his eyes.

The clarity of the past returned to his eyes, and the corner of his mouth slightly turned up, as if he wanted to say something.

However, before he could speak, Wu Hai's eyelids closed again, and he fell into a coma.

Xiao Feng was burning with anxiety and immediately continuously sent his Immortal Power into his Foster Father's body.

A golden light surged from his palm, wrapping around Wu Hai's body like fine threads.

"Foster Father, you must hold on!" Xiao Feng gritted his teeth.

He could feel his Immortal Power rapidly draining, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Not long after, Wu Hai's eyelids trembled slightly, and he finally slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was a bit scattered, and it took a while for it to focus on Xiao Feng's face.

Suddenly, Wu Hai coughed violently, and a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out.

"Foster Father!" Xiao Feng exclaimed, quickly supporting Wu Hai's back.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry.

Wu Hai waved his hand and said weakly, "It's alright, it's just that the Divine Fire was too fierce. While stripping the Tiaotie, I also suffered a backlash, that's why I'm like this."

Xiao Feng let out a long sigh, but the worry in his eyes did not diminish at all: "Foster Father, it's good that you're alright. I almost thought I was going to lose you."

Wu Hai forced a smile: "Silly boy, how could your master fall so easily?"

He reached out and patted Xiao Feng's shoulder: "Thanks to you, otherwise this old man would have really fallen into the hands of that Tiaotie this time."

Just then, Wu Hai's expression suddenly became solemn.

He grabbed Xiao Feng's arm and said in a deep voice: "Feng'er, now is not the time to worry about me. I was possessed by the Tiaotie, and everything it did is in my memory. The top priority is to stop the Blood Sect people from marrying Su Xueqing, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

Just then, a rapid sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside, followed by an anxious report: "This is bad! The Blood Sect people are here!"

Wu Hai knew the situation was urgent, grabbed Xiao Feng's arm, and whispered: "Go, follow me!"

With that, he pulled Xiao Feng and Su Xueqing and hurried through the dark corridor towards the Great Hall of the Ming Cult.

Their steps were hurried, echoing in the empty corridor.

Wu Hai frowned tightly, contemplating countermeasures in his heart.

Xiao Feng occasionally looked back, afraid that the Blood Sect people would catch up.

Although Su Xueqing was anxious, she still maintained her composure on her face.

"Faster, hurry up!" Wu Hai urged, quickening his pace.

Finally, the three of them arrived in front of the Great Hall of the Ming Cult.

The majestic hall doors were tightly shut, and the stone lions on both sides were solemn and imposing, as if silently watching them.

Wu Hai took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy hall doors.

Inside the hall, the lights were bright and incense smoke lingered.

A group of people wearing red robes had been waiting for a long time, led by the Blood Sect Master.

He was tall, with a stern face, and a pair of sharp eagle eyes like knives, making people shudder.

The Blood Sect Master's gaze swept over Su Xueqing, his brows slightly furrowed.

Su Xueqing was wearing plain clothes, not looking like a bride at all.

He spoke coldly, his voice as biting as ice: "What is going on? Why isn't the Holy Maiden wearing a wedding dress?"

Su Xueqing straightened her back and looked directly into the eyes of the Blood Sect Master.

"I will not marry you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense.

The Blood Sect Master's face instantly darkened, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

He slowly turned to Wu Hai, his eyes revealing dissatisfaction.

Wu Hai felt the pressure coming at him. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

"Cough cough." Wu Hai coughed twice, pretending to be calm: "The Sect Leader doesn't know, Xueqing... she has a mental illness. Once it flares up, she doesn't recognize anyone and will hurt people."

As he said this, he secretly observed the reaction of the Blood Sect Master, praying that the other party would believe this clumsy lie.

Upon hearing this, the Blood Sect Master raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

His gaze swept back and forth between Su Xueqing and Wu Hai, clearly not believing the explanation.

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly heavy, everyone waiting for the reaction of the Blood Sect Master.

Where this marriage was heading would likely be decided by this move.

Su Xueqing and Wu Hai exchanged glances, understanding each other implicitly.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, then strode towards the Blood Sect Master, a challenging light flashing in her eyes.

"If you don't believe me, take off the bracelet on my wrist, and I'll show you immediately."