72: Been waiting for you for a long time!

Daoist name's roar carried undisguised ferocity.

The temperature of the entire main hall dropped.

However, the fear and screams he had anticipated from the young people did not materialize.

The sixteen "university students" he viewed as lambs to the slaughter showed no fear; instead, each of their faces revealed a certain… excited expression.

Yes, it was excitement.

It was the undisguised ecstasy of a hunter finally seeing their prey bare its fangs.

"Act!"

Xie Wangsheng's cold voice echoed in everyone's minds.

"Activate the Formation!"

The next second, sixteen majestic surges of Spiritual Qi shot skyward!

Each surge of Spiritual Qi was terrifyingly pure, intertwining on the hall's floor and dome, instantly outlining a complex and profound Formation diagram.

Buzz!

The entire Qingxia Temple was completely enveloped by a giant translucent light barrier.

The wind, the birdsong, everything from the outside world, was isolated.

Here, it became a cage cut off from the world.

"This… what is this?!"

The ferocity on Daoist name's and his seven Disciples' faces was instantly replaced by shock.

They could feel that their connection to the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi outside had been brutally severed by this bizarre Formation.

Daoist name stared intently at the young man, Xie Wangsheng, who had remained exceptionally calm throughout.

He finally realized that these were not foolish university students who had stumbled into the mountains!

"You… you are from the Special Affairs Bureau?!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted.

His Senior Brother, Wuchen, who had the heaviest Killing Intent beside him, no longer suppressed his cultivation.

The aura of a Peak fifth-stage Qi Condensation Cultivator burst forth.

"Master! Who cares who they are! Just kill them!"

Daoist name himself raised his entire aura to its extreme, and a pressure far exceeding Wuchen's enveloped the entire scene.

Eighth-stage Qi Condensation!

This aura was enough to make any mortal official Cultivator team feel despair.

However, his response was even more disdainful sneers from the Kunlun students.

"Eighth-stage? Is that all?"

"You had me waiting in vain for half a day."

Xie Wangsheng's speculation was completely confirmed.

Fang Yuan, standing at the very front, already had faint blue electric arcs dancing on his body, and the aura around him surged ceaselessly.

"Enough talk!"

"Let's fight!"

Daoist name was completely enraged by the arrogance of these young people.

"You're asking for death!"

He moved, his withered claw-like hand cutting through the air, heading straight for Han Li, who was still holding up his phone to stream!

In his opinion, this glib Streamer was the culprit behind everything!

He had to be killed first!

However, facing this deadly blow, Han Li moved with the wind under his feet, deftly sliding back several meters, easily dodging it.

He even had time to adjust the angle of his phone, continuing his exaggerated performance for the camera.

"Oh my goodness! family members (audience)! Did you see that!"

"This old actor is getting into character! He's really getting into character!"

"This explosive power! This speed! This fierce expression! This is Hollywood-level acting tension!"

"Everyone, send some gifts! Give this old artist some attention!"

Daoist name's attack missed, and he was completely stunned.

He couldn't understand how a Streamer who looked like he couldn't even swat a chicken could dodge a full-power attack from an eighth-stage Cultivator?

What terrified him even more was when his Spiritual Qi swept over these young people, he discovered with horror.

The Spiritual Qi within each of these sixteen people was terrifyingly pure and so solid that it made him, an old monster who had cultivated for a hundred years, feel a chill.

This was not an official organization at all!

There was absolutely no way an official organization could have so many terrifyingly talented monsters!

Who exactly were they?!

Just as his mind was reeling, a sword light flashed.

Liu Lian's figure appeared behind Wuchen, his longsword returning to its sheath, his movements utterly graceful.

"Pfft!"

Wuchen, the Great Disciple on whom Daoist name had placed great hopes, had a line of blood appear on his brow, then collapsed straight down, all life gone.

One sword, instant kill!

Liu Lian didn't even spare a glance at the corpse; instead, he excitedly leaned into Han Li's camera.

"Did you get it? Did you get it?"

"Was my 'Spiritual Insight Sword' move just now cool? Did you get a close-up?"

"You absolutely have to edit a highlight reel for me!"

The battle had completely erupted.

In less than a minute.

Screams rose and fell.

The other seven Disciples Daoist name had brought were slaughtered under the siege of the sixteen Kunlun students, unable to even put up a decent resistance.

Sword light, lightning Spells, fist winds… various Spells and attacks turned the entire hall into a bloody Asura field.

Bodies lay scattered on the ground, blood staining the cold floor tiles.

The young Daoist boy who had enthusiastically greeted them earlier was now headless, his face still showing the fear and confusion from before his death.

The situation reversed instantly.

Now, only Daoist name remained, a lone commander.

Han Li, who had been dodging, finally stopped.

He no longer pretended, a playful expression on his face, as he pulled out a large handful of yellow Talismans from his embrace.

"Old swindler, had enough fun?"

"Now, it's my turn."

He flashed a brilliant smile at the live stream camera.

"family members (audience), it's special effects time next!"

"Please enjoy this five-cent Talisman bombardment!"

Before his words finished, the Talismans in his hand transformed into streaks of light, overwhelming Daoist name in a barrage!

Explosion Talismans!

Slowing Talismans!

Lightning Strike Talismans!

He threw out various basic Talismans as if they were free.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Inside the main hall, explosions were incessant.

Daoist name was caught off guard by the sudden rain of Talismans, only able to desperately raise his protective Spiritual Qi to resist.

He was blasted, covered in dust, his Daoist robe torn, and he cried out in rage.

"Ah ah ah! You little beasts!"

He had cultivated for a hundred years; when had he ever suffered such humiliation!

To be used as a target by a bunch of youngsters with the lowest-grade Talismans!

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of old blood.

It was from anger.

And from humiliation.

"You forced my hand!"

Daoist name's eyes were filled with venom and madness, he roared, and made a move no one had expected.

He suddenly turned, slamming his palm fiercely onto the demonic Dharma Idol with three heads and six arms behind him!

Crack!

The giant statue instantly covered in cracks, then shattered with a crash!

A hundred times more potent black Qi of resentment than before surged out from the shattered Dharma Idol like a breached dam!

"Hahahahaha!"

"I want all of you to be buried with me!"

Daoist name, disheveled, laughed madly like a demon.

Beneath this, hundreds of demons were suppressed!

He thought he saw the terrified and despairing expressions of the young people.

However, he didn't.

He only saw the young man, Xie Wangsheng, who had not yet made a move, looking at him with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.

His laughter abruptly ceased.

Xie Wangsheng slowly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly echoing throughout the entire hall.

"Finally willing to show your hand?"

"I've been waiting for this move of yours for a long time."