Swish, swish, swish!

Countless crossbow arrows shot toward Yang Hongfu.

However, the iron fan in Yang Hongfu's hand seemed to form an impenetrable wall, sealing off his surroundings tightly, leaving no arrow able to harm him.

Seeing they were within ten steps of Qiuming Mountain, Gong Cheng and Master Huang immediately blocked Yang Hongfu's path.

Pan Qiuxiang remained kneeling beside Qiuming Mountain, not even lifting her head.

Qiuming Mountain sneered, not dodging at all, and instead, spoke indifferently: "Yang Hongfu, you truly live up to being the great disciple of Zhang Chonglou. Even in such a situation, you still think you can take me. Haha, but do you dare to touch me?"

As he finished speaking, Qiuming Mountain raised his hand, looking at Yang Hongfu casually: "If you dare to lay a finger on me, everyone here will die."

Yang Hongfu's heart trembled. Just as he was about to seize victory, he heard this and glanced around with his eyes, and his heart suddenly turned cold.

In almost no time, the scene had completely reversed.

Countless black-clad men suddenly emerged out of nowhere.

These black-clad men appeared like phantoms, arriving silently.

Taking advantage of the distraction as Su Wu and his group defended against the crossbow arrows, they appeared beside them, directly resting cold, curved blades against their throats.

"Did you think the Yin Ghost Sect sent only one person? When the Yin Ghost Sect vanished, it was our Eternal Life Hall's Hall Master who saved them. Now, the Yin Ghost Sect has become a part of our Eternal Life Hall."

Qiuming Mountain said with a playful smile: "Did you really think I only prepared these contingencies this time? Haha, you should have heard of the eighteen Rakshasas of the Yin Ghost Sect, right? One just died, leaving seventeen, more than enough to deal with the likes of you."

Yang Hongfu's face turned ashen.

He turned his head and saw that nearly everyone still alive was already injured, and at this moment, they were all held hostage by those black-clad men.

Should anyone dare to move, they would likely have their throats slit instantly.

Even Zhang Chongchen and Luo Hongyi were captured; if Yang Hongfu dared to act rashly, those black-clad men would undoubtedly kill the two without hesitation.

"What exactly do you want?" Yang Hongfu felt a wave of helplessness rise in his heart.

His full martial prowess, unable to be unleashed.

Qiuming Mountain laughed heartily: "Nothing much, just wait for Zhang Chonglou to come, and then I'll have a slow talk with him."

At this moment, a sharp firecracker suddenly burst in the air.

The firecracker exploded as it reached three to four hundred meters high, like a skyrocket.

Moreover, the firecracker that exploded spelled out the characters for 'Eternal Life.'

Qiuming Mountain took a glance at the two characters in the sky, smirked, and waved his hand: "It seems Master Zhang has already arrived."

Seeing Qiuming Mountain's gesture, Master Huang quickly advanced, snatching the iron fan from Yang Hongfu's hand, "Don't move. If you resist, I'll kill your junior brother and sister!"

Speaking sinisterly, Master Huang swiftly pulled out an iron chain from his bosom.

When he flicked the chain out, it coiled around Yang Hongfu's hands like a snake.

Yang Hongfu tried to struggle free a couple of times, but found that this chain was not made of iron, and didn't know what material it was, tightening the more he struggled.

"Hehe, don't waste your efforts. This is a God-locking Chain specially forged by our Witch God Sect. Not even a Great Grandmaster can break free from it." Master Huang chuckled cruelly and kicked the back of Yang Hongfu's knee: "Kneel down!"

With a thud, Yang Hongfu knelt down in front of Qiuming Mountain.

Qiuming Mountain stretched out his hand with a victorious air, patting Yang Hongfu's head as if petting a dog: "Good, the great disciple of Zhang Chonglou kneels before me, what an honor. Hehe, but don't worry, as long as you're willing to be my dog, I will make you even more glorious than being Zhang Chonglou's top disciple!"

Luo Hongyi's eyes filled with tears.

"Senior Brother..."

She couldn't bear to see Yang Hongfu being humiliated.

But now, for their sake, Yang Hongfu didn't even resist and became a prisoner.

Moreover, this kneeling seemed to crush Zhang Chonglou's dignity.

Zhang Chongchen couldn't bear to look, biting his lip so hard that it bled without him noticing.

Yang Hongfu, however, lifted his head, eyes scarlet, and managed to turn to look at Luo Hongyi: "Junior Sister, Master said a true man can bend and stretch; this is nothing. Rest assured, Master will arrive soon, and all the humiliation will be repaid twice over."

"Haha, repay twice over!" Qiuming Mountain laughed maniacally, kicking Yang Hongfu to the ground and then turning his gaze toward the entrance of Lingquan Villa, shouting loudly: "Master Zhang, since you're here, are you still planning to sneak attack? Your disciples have ended up like this. If you don't come out now, and I accidentally kill them in a while, would you regret it?"

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

A voice seemed to come from beyond the sky.

Everyone's spirits were lifted, and they looked in the direction of the voice.

The gate of Lingquan Villa seemed to burst from an impact, the massive wooden doors shattering into mere splinters in the blink of an eye.

The figure of Zhang Chonglou appeared.

He stepped forward.

Yet he had already leaped dozens of meters away.

In just a few steps, he reached the edge of the crowd.

The crossbowmen hurriedly made way, but dared not let their guard down, all aiming their crossbows at Zhang Chonglou.

Zhang Chonglou held a horsetail whisk in his hand, nothing else, as he walked into the circle of men as if no one were around, glancing at Yang Hongfu, and then raising his head to look at Qiuming Mountain: "Guardian Qiu, you've truly planned well!"

Qiuming Mountain also stood up, gesturing as if he were extremely modest: "Why has Master Zhang come down alone? Is it possible that the Heavenly Master Tao has run out of people?"

Zhang Chonglou smiled and shook his head: "Those youngsters are too slow on their feet, so I came first, but it doesn't matter. When they arrive, they can help clean up after you."

"Haha, haha, Master Zhang, as expected, Master Zhang speaks with such bravado!" Qiuming Mountain was unfazed by the threat from Zhang Chonglou, but instead, questioned: "Then I wonder, on what grounds does Master Zhang intend to kill us?"

Zhang Chonglou remained silent, but his gaze swept over to Su Wu and the others.

Each one of them, their bodies already soaked in blood.

Looking utterly battered.

Even Gongsun Zhi was in a bad state, forcing a slight smile upon seeing Zhang Chonglou: "Old fool, you still know to come down here, huh?"

Zhang Chonglou sighed: "Old Gongsun, I never imagined that the Eternal Life Hall would calculate to such an extent. Alas, it's a pity that so many precious lives were lost here."

Looking at the dead, a hint of compassion flashed in Zhang Chonglou's eyes.

However, when his gaze landed on the mouth of the Spiritual Spring, it suddenly paused.

"Huh?" Zhang Chonglou's eyes couldn't hide his excitement, then turned into ecstasy: "Haha, haha, you little brat, you little brat! You really had me worried sick!"