The Unruly Immortals

"Look, I've forced that man out! He's the madman from Oblivion Path, Master Danyang! Your kin and brethren who were skinned with mercury and planted in the ground, it was all his doing!"

Standing at the front of the crowd, Erbing, with a commanding presence, pointed with his hand, shouting loudly from atop the carriage, Li Huowang.

"You charlatan!!"

Li Huowang was almost driven to vomit blood from the preemptive accusations of the con artist, who didn't even blink while deceiving others. In the blink of an eye, he himself had been painted as part of the Oblivion Path.

"This woman is the one from Oblivion Path! She can morph into the face of anyone! You have all been deceived by her!"

Li Huowang shouted the truth to the others, but not a single person outside the carriage was willing to listen to him.

One of the individuals wearing a Nuoxi mask glared at Li Huowang with intense hatred.

"You killed our people! And then you dared to send that old man to probe us, even having the audacity to charge into someone's home alone, spouting madness and threatening us!"

"Now, seeing death upon you, you want to confuse us into turning on each other! Keep dreaming! Do you really think the people of Lai's family are easy to mess with, Master Danyang!"

As soon as his words came out, they immediately ignited the furious passion of a tattoo-faced bandit holding a whip nearby.

"Pah! Filthy monkey! You dare kill my brothers!! Just wait, when you fall into our hands, we will show you how we take care of you!"

Li Huowang wanted to explain, but they no longer wanted to listen. Under Erbing's instigation, they grabbed their weapons and charged at the carriage formation with their horses.

"Boom!" The carriage was shaken several inches sideways, its body already cracking.

The members of Lv's Troupe behind the carriage huddled together in fear, curling up into a ball and wailing.

In the midst of the chaos, a familiar scream made Li Huowang instantly turn his head,

He saw a barbed crossbow bolt graze Bai Lingmiao's right shoulder, tearing off a large chunk of flesh and skin.

Seeing the wound on the young girl's body, Li Huowang's eyes nearly burst with rage, as if the injury had appeared on his own body.

Without a word, he immediately jumped down into the charging herd of horses ahead.

"How many times do I have to say it! You sons of bitches have been deceived!"

A flash of cold light, along with the horses' neighing and people's screams, the shapes before him—both man and horse—were sliced in half.

Li Huowang had learned swordplay and was rapidly becoming proficient in that moment; nothing was more suitable for practicing the sword than real people.

"Give me back my grandson's life!" Li Huowang pulled his longsword back quickly, chopping an old man to the ground.

"Ah! He was only six years old, what did he do wrong! He was the only heir of our family! Why did you kill him!"

Even with blood gushing from his chest, his life hanging by a thread, he still lunged forward, clutching Li Huowang's legs, biting fiercely with the dozen sharp teeth that burst from his mouth.

"How many times must I say it! I wasn't the one who killed them!!"

"Bang bang bang!" A frenzied Li Huowang kicked repeatedly, crushing the old man's head flat.

Another move, Sweeping Thousands of Troops, cut several young men in half. As Li Huowang killed more and more, his swordsmanship became smoother and his killing intent soared.

Normally, Li Huowang's senses were very sharp, and it should have been easy to find Erbing in the crowd.

But at that moment, his abilities were completely useless, as the opponent had somehow concealed their presence.

Li Huowang, clenching his jaw, swept his murderous gaze across the crowd in front of him. "Erbing!!"

A woman wearing a copper mask emerged from the crowd. After she took off the mask and gave a charming smile, she quickly ducked back behind a tall bandit.

"Madwoman of the Oblivion Path, you who have committed countless misdeeds, are doomed to die today!"

The Great Thousand Record fluttered open rapidly, and Li Huowang took out an iron pair of pliers.

Three white molars with back grooves flew out, bursting in mid-air, the sharp fragments pierced through the filthy leather armor and the wooden masks.

This instantly caused the once orderly group of horses to descend into chaos, toppling riders and beasts alike, and allowed the person named Two Biscuits to reappear before him.

Just as Li Huowang was about to charge over, other people nearby obviously wouldn't allow it. They surged forward to block him.

As the figure tried to escape and Li Huowang, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, made up his mind, he raised his sword again, this time aiming at his own forearm.

Just as he was about to chop down, a tall figure stood between those people and Li Huowang.

It was Gao Zhijian, wielding a large club. Roaring, he lifted his spiked club and smashed it down fiercely, blood and white matter arched through the air.

"Please~ invite~ the god~~"

Accompanying the drumbeat, a woman covered with a red bridal veil charged forward, using that same veil to cover her fierce animal mouth, she effortlessly bit through the person's neck.

Then Chun Xiaoman, holding the Blood Sword in one hand, also arrived, gasping for breath as she rushed to Li Huowang's side and said, "Brother Li! We've come to help you!"

Seeing his martial brothers and sisters gradually rising up before him, Li Huowang lowered the sword in his hand. "Good! Charge with me, that woman is the key! She's behind all this!"

Amid the chaos of war, the sounds of screaming, bone-cracking, and metal clashing were incessant. The distance between them and Two Biscuits was closing.

Hidden from view and realizing she could no longer hide, Two Biscuits chuckled softly, then suddenly turned and charged over.

This scene was unexpected to all; a cold light flew from her sleeve, and Li Huowang swiftly raised his sword to block it.

An iron dice, glowing with fire and faintly inscribed with talisman spell patterns, soared high into the air.

Two Biscuits pinched a magical gesture with her fingers and quickly lifted upwards, causing the iron dice to spin rapidly and directly smash into Gao Zhijian's temple.

"Idiot!"

"Gao Zhijian!!"

The tall body thudded heavily to the ground, its pupils slowly dilating.

"How interesting ~ hehehe, that's more like it, it's not fun unless a few people die~"

Laughing, Two Biscuits flipped two sets of black Pai Gow tiles from her sleeves.

With one hand holding the Pai Gow and the other chanting incantations, "Seven and eight are out – nine's a must, to play the venomous hand – gold four, silver five, little stool, Heaven and Earth come together, across the water go four, five, six~"

The two sets of Pai Gow tiles went soft and stretched out, flowing like mud through her fingernails and onto the ground, burrowing into the earth.

However, just as the tiles burrowed halfway, a moment happened that Two Biscuits could have never anticipated.

A hand with only three fingers burst through the soil, carrying the limp Pai Gow tiles, and with a "plop," they plunged directly into Two Biscuits' abdomen.

Gawking in shock with blood spewing from her mouth, Two Biscuits looked up to see the distant figure of Li Huowang, who was on one knee, slowly standing up, his left arm now completely gone.

The severed arm clamped down like steel, tightening evermore until it completely crushed Two Biscuits' waist.