Surrender?

Xiao Shusheng felt bitterness rise in his heart. If Ruan Tian and Ruan Di hadn't chosen to run away just now, but had stayed to fight alongside him,

they might have been able to contend with the Ximenzi Daoist.

Adding in the trump cards that the two maids hadn't used yet, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Unfortunately, the Ruan brothers had betrayed their trust and ran away, leaving them to face this terrifying and bizarre Ximenzi Daoist.

"Why aren't you talking?"

Li Ang rubbed his palms together, smiling as he asked, "Are you silenced for saying something inappropriate? Or can't you speak without a fan badge?"

Xiao Shusheng didn't understand what "silenced" or "fan badge" meant,

but judging from the other party's expression, he could guess that they were being mocked.

He immediately said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency's methods are brilliant. I admit defeat.

However, I am just an insignificant nobody, and no one will miss me even if I die.

But these two are maids by the Holy Son's side, with noble status.

Aren't you worried about incurring the Holy Sect's revenge and implicating those close to you if you hurt them, Daoist?

Please, Your Excellency, reconsider."

Xiao Shusheng spoke very sincerely, seemingly asking Li Ang to stop and let them go,

but the implication was that the two maids were much more valuable than him.

Li Ang didn't point out the implication in Xiao Shusheng's words, casually spreading his hands and saying indifferently, "Don't worry, do I look like the kind of bad guy who only kills and doesn't bury?

These days, even non-combustible waste has to be sorted and recycled.

You are all talents of the White Lotus Sect,

so naturally you must be properly taken care of and not waste your remaining value."

As he spoke, the sound of grass and trees breaking came from outside the dilapidated temple once again.

Wu Hu's corpse, covered in green fluff, walked with stiff steps, returning to the temple,

each hand clutching an ankle of the Ruan brothers, whose necks were broken. He dragged them into the temple and threw them onto the brick floor.

So fast?

Xiao Shusheng's pupils shrank.

The Ruan brothers weren't strong in combat, but they had many bizarre methods.

Even opponents stronger than them would find it difficult to intercept them if the Ruan brothers were determined to escape.

"Brought them back?"

Li Ang glanced at the unconscious Ruan brothers and instructed Wu Hu's corpse, "Then start assimilation."

Wu Hu's body slowly nodded,

squatting down and digging his arms into the ground,

allowing plant mycelium to grow wildly.

Some of it broke through the bricks, went deep underground, and extracted groundwater from the depths, creating a shallow mud in the dilapidated temple.

Some of it spread along the ground, quickly connecting to the bodies of Ruan Tian, Ruan Di, Yun He Weng, and the Yi Ye Qing couple, dragging them all into the shallow mud.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Xiao Shusheng felt a strong chill in his heart, instinctively taking half a step back, watching as the mud engulfed his companions, and countless plant fibers emerged, sealing the surface of the mud.

"In a sense, I'm trying to save them,"

Li Ang rubbed his palms together, smiling as he said, "Like saving Wu Hu."

Xiao Shusheng trembled. Wu Hu, who had been disguised as the Ximenzi Daoist, did indeed act like a normal person in his words and actions,

but his body had no brain, no internal organs, only dense vines and mycelium.

Such an existence had definitely lost the ability to think for itself and could no longer be called human.

Xiao Shusheng would rather die than become like that.

"Maids, help me!"

A look of determination flashed in his eyes. His long robe moved without wind, and his hands formed hand seals in the air. "Howling wind whips thunder, able to use wisdom to..."

"Want to cast a spell?"

Li Ang smiled and casually released the Drowning skill.

Xiao Shusheng's respiratory tract was instantly filled with warm spring water, and the thunder spell he was chanting was immediately interrupted.

The pain of the backlash permeated his entire body. Every inch of his skin, bones, and muscles felt crushed.

Buzz—

From the sheaths held by the two maids, the swords suddenly left their sheaths. The sharp blades, covered in light cyan light, tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound as they stabbed straight toward Li Ang's face.

The maids had served the Holy Son for a long time, and the treasures they received were naturally top-notch.

These two flying swords had their own spell-breaking abilities, able to slay evil spirits and demons above, and phantoms and goblins below.

Even direct disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain could be caught off guard, have the protection of their treasures and magic items dispelled, and have their lives ended with a single sword.

At this moment, the two maids knew that they had encountered a deadly enemy and dared not neglect anything. Their fingers formed sword incantations, and they fully activated their magic power.

Veins bulged on their tense faces, and their eyes were tearing apart, like demons. They had none of the cold and aloof beauty they had shown before.

The image of the sword's edge was clearly reflected in Li Ang's pupils.

He stood in place, and a red sweater inexplicably appeared in his palm. He held one corner of the hem with one hand,

and two slender, pale arms stretched out from his chest, pulling on the other side of the hem,

stretching the sweater outward as much as possible.

Like using a net, he covered the red sweater forward, covering the two flying swords before they could brake, and casually tied a knot with the sweater sleeves, trapping the flying swords completely in a ball of sweater.

In the beginning of forging, these two flying swords used many precious materials, and they were unstoppable in their sharpness, cutting iron like mud.

After the forging was completed, they were asked to draw a large number of spell runes on it, and only the sword owner could command them like arms, easily flying three or five miles away and beheading people.

However, in the face of the overwhelmingly high physical defense ability of the Mirage Dragon's outer garment, the two flying swords could not cut or tear it at all.

No matter how they spun and slashed, they could not escape the shroud of the Mirage Dragon's outer garment, and could only fly as high as possible.

The ball-shaped Mirage Dragon's red mane coat was wrapped by the flying sword and floated upward, but in the next second it was pulled back by Li Ang with his weight advantage.

"Want to fly? Get down here!"

Li Ang grabbed the corner of the sweater and violently slammed the sweater on the ground.

Bang, bang, bang.

Every time it smashed, a huge pit would appear on the ground of the dilapidated temple, and the faces of the two maids would become paler. In the end, they vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The two flying swords also directly lost their movement.

Now, only Xiao Shusheng was left.

Li Ang slowly straightened his body and walked towards Xiao Shusheng step by step.

"Don't come over here!!"

Xiao Shusheng's eyes widened, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his fingers were frantically forming the Five Thunder Seal.

"Still forming hand seals? Your teammates are all wiped out and you're just getting started. Are you the kind of torture king who doesn't use your ultimate until the very end?"

Li Ang shook his head, slapped away Xiao Shusheng's half-formed hand seal, and casually knocked him unconscious.