Peerless Taoist

"I hope you will respect me!" Slave Eleven said in a deep voice, "A slave of the Lu Family is not someone you can insult! Bring out all your strength and fight me!"    

"Fine, you want to see my full strength. Hmph, I was planning to spare your life, but I didn't expect you to court death yourself!" Yan Jin laughed furiously.    

He suddenly slapped his own chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.    

The moment the ball of blood left his body, Yan Jin's expression immediately became somewhat weak.    

However, this weakness was only temporary. In an instant, his aura became as terrifying as a flood or a ferocious beast.    

"Come, let me show you my full strength!" Yan Jin's voice became somewhat hoarse.    

It sounded like a beast roaring at the top of its lungs.    

"Did he use a secret technique?" Slave Eleven frowned and said, "Think about it. Since you used a secret technique to deal with me, I won't be able to hold back."    

Slave Eleven suddenly bit his finger and cut it on his forehead.    

With a tap of his hand, the drop of blood seemed to be tattooed on his forehead. It gradually blossomed and turned into the shape of a skeleton.    

Crack! Crack! Crack!    

The sound of bones cracking was heard. Slave Eleven moved his body. In the span of a few breaths, he had grown about half a meter taller.    

Moreover, the muscles on his body had also become sturdier, supporting his clothes.    

"Come!" Slave Eleven stomped his feet, and a deep pit suddenly burst out from the ground.    

Countless cracks spread out like a spider web. At the same time, Slave Eleven's speed was as fast as lightning, and he arrived in front of Yan Jin in an instant.    

"Fierce Wind Blade!"    

"Angry Ghost Fist!"    

The two spells fiercely collided, but the result was unexpected.    

Yan Jin's blade seemed to be full of strength, but in the eyes of this punch from Slave Eleven, it was like a piece of paper. Without any hindrance, the spell was directly broken.    

Bang!    

Another dull sound rang out, and Yan Jin was sent flying once again.    

This time, Yan Jin was in an even more embarrassing state. His entire body had sunk into the soil, and he was unable to move.    

"Unable to withstand even a single blow." Slave Eleven curled his lips in disdain. "With this kind of strength, you still dare to act arrogantly in front of my young master. You really don't know the difference between life and death."    

"Slave Eleven, take off one of his legs." An evil laugh came out from the red sedan.    

"Yes, young master." Slave Eleven strode towards Yan Jin.    

Puff!    

Without any hesitation, Slap took out a long blade from his storage bag and looked at Yan Jin's leg.    

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Yan Jin let out a miserable scream.    

Even cultivators would feel pain.    

One of Yan Jin's legs was cut off, the intense pain almost made him faint.    

"Take another of his arms, then seal his mouth with earth, and finally cripple his cultivation level." Lu Wuya continued to give the order.    

As a loyal servant, Slave Eleven naturally obeyed Lu Wuya's orders.    

He moved the knife in his hand onto Yan Jin's arm.    

But at this moment, the blade was suddenly stopped by a whisk.    

"Lu Wuya, if you want to forgive someone, you have to forgive them. Don't go too far." Bai Suqing said lightly.    

Slave Eleven's eyes turned cold and he was about to attack.    

"Go down." The curtain of the sedan was suddenly lifted and Lu Wuya walked out.    

"Of course I won't argue with this trash. Bai Suqing and your disciple, Fang Xiuyun, are here for the two of you."    

Lu Wuya licked his lips and said evilly, "If you are willing to be my concubines, I can give you the Heavenly God Light this time."