A sneaky black shadow suddenly appeared outside the door.
Dong Huiting focused her gaze and saw that it was an ordinary martial artist—a lackey of Qing Shaofei.
“Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!”
Dong Huiting acted decisively, shooting four Ice Soul Needles with precision, striking the martial artist’s knees and elbows, freezing his joints, and instantly subduing him.
“Young Master! Over here! Over here!”
However, the fallen martial artist opened his mouth and shouted loudly.
Bai Wuzhuang immediately snapped awake, sitting up abruptly. Just one glance was enough for her to understand what had happened.
She quickly drew the pitch-black short sword at her waist, teleported forward in an instant, and stabbed backward with a single strike, piercing the martial artist’s heart.
“You… gu gu gu…”
The martial artist wanted to say something more, but blood sprayed from his mouth as his pupils dimmed and faded.
Seeing Bai Wuzhuang strike so ruthlessly, Dong Huiting furrowed her brows, about to say something.
“You were soft-hearted, and you put us in danger.” Bai Wuzhuang coldly blamed her first.
Dong Huiting was left speechless, unable to utter a single doubt or rebuttal.
Bai Wuzhuang began to manipulate the martial artist’s corpse, kicking it over and straightening his arms on the ground, then pointed in a direction.
“What are you doing?” Dong Huiting asked.
“There’s nowhere to run; it’s darkest under the lamp.” Bai Wuzhuang replied.
She pulled Dong Huiting into the narrow gap between the stone bed and the earthen wall.
The two huddled tightly, listening silently to the sounds outside.
Sure enough, soon footsteps echoed nearby.
“Hehe, you damn little white hair, Grandpa’s caught you now! Wait, I’ll make you pay, hehe! Chase after them!” Qing Shaofei’s obnoxious laughter echoed through the air.
The footsteps quickly retreated, with no thought that the enemies were hiding inside the room.
“Idiots.” Bai Wuzhuang confirmed their footsteps had faded before cautiously peeking out with half her head.
The two quietly climbed out and reached the cave entrance, only to see Qing Shaofei and his men already gone far ahead.
“What do we do now?” Dong Huiting asked softly.
“We follow them.” Bai Wuzhuang answered.
Though Dong Huiting didn’t know what scheme Bai Wuzhuang was hatching, she chose to trust the little trickster and followed quietly.
Bai Wuzhuang wiped the Black Dagger clean and gripped it tightly, ready to stab at any moment.
“You seem quite skilled at killing,” Dong Huiting said coldly.
“This is the first time.” Bai Wuzhuang replied.
“Don’t you feel any psychological burden?” Dong Huiting asked.
“No, because I know where I am, I know what I’m doing, and I know who I am. You can’t strike, I will. You can’t kill, I will.” Bai Wuzhuang said solemnly.
As they talked, flickering flames appeared ahead—they had indeed caught up to Qing Shaofei and his group.
More accurately, the others had stopped, likely encountering some situation.
Dong Huiting and Bai Wuzhuang hid in the corner of a tunnel, eavesdropping on the conversation outside.
They even found a small Copper Mirror inside the cave and secretly peeked out at the scene.
The narrow tunnel was packed with people.
Among the many ordinary martial artists, only two Qi Cultivators had entered: Qing Shaofei of the Qingfei Gang and Feng Shaoye of the Welcoming Wind Gang.
Both led many followers and had made torches to illuminate the surroundings brightly.
“Brother Qing, it’s truly a relief to see you here.” Feng Shaoye was ready for battle but immediately clasped his fists in greeting upon seeing Qing Shaofei.
“Brother Feng, seeing you puts my mind at ease.” Qing Shaofei returned the gesture, instantly adopting the facade of a righteous gentleman, completely shedding his earlier bloodthirsty aura.
“Brother Qing, that was close. Last round, I cast a vote for that prisoner, which ended in a tie.” Feng Shaoye felt no suspicion about Qing Shaofei and approached warmly, stepping into Qing Shaofei’s attack range.
“Brother Feng, thank you so much. Why don’t we swear brotherhood and fight the enemy together?” Qing Shaofei was overjoyed, deeply moved, and immediately proposed the oath.
Bai Wuzhuang and Dong Huiting crouched silently in the corner, holding the Copper Mirror, watching everything unfold.
Both tacitly remained silent, sensing the atmosphere was off.
Suddenly, the torches in the warriors’ hands and candles on the walls flickered violently, as if revealing the unpredictability of human hearts.
Bai Wuzhuang saw Qing Shaofei make a hand gesture behind his back toward his men.
She couldn’t understand the gesture, but noticed the Qingfei Gang members quietly placing their hands on their sword hilts.
Sure enough, Qing Shaofei suddenly emitted a surging Blood Qi that immediately condensed on his right hand—his power clearly surpassing all the Qi Cultivators inside this secret realm.
But Qingfei Gang’s men struck first, swiftly drawing their blades and slashing at the Welcoming Wind Gang’s followers.
“Ah… ahhh!”
“What are you doing? Ah!”
“My hand! Help me!”
In the blink of an eye, several of Feng Shaoye’s men had their scalps sliced off and collapsed, blood flooding the ground.
It was a one-sided slaughter.
Qingfei Gang’s fighters were much stronger than the Welcoming Wind Gang’s, who were merely rich playboys.
Qingfei Gang members were true ruthless killers of the Jianghu.
“Prepare to die, Brother Feng!”
Qing Shaofei’s face twisted into a ferocious snarl. The blood-red wolf shadow appeared on his body as he instantly unleashed the Wolf Claw of Fatal Heart, aiming straight for Feng Shaoye’s chest.
“Ah? Ah? Ah!”
Feng Shaoye was completely caught off guard, unable to dodge or counterattack—he could only wait for death.
“Boom!”
The entire cave tunnel trembled with the impact.
Suddenly, a circle of spiritual energy resembling a turtle shell emerged on Feng Shaoye’s body, blocking Qing Shaofei’s deadly Wolf Claw.
“Ah?” Qing Shaofei was stunned, his arm numbed from the shock.
“Ah!” Feng Shaoye staggered back several steps but stabilized, unharmed.
Then…
The atmosphere became awkward.
“Are you kidding me? You’re an Argali? You protected yourself?” Qing Shaofei’s mind raced, quickly realizing what had happened. His expression darkened further, taking on a devilish look.
“You really are a wolf! And here I was wanting to swear brotherhood with you!” Feng Shaoye shouted angrily.
Watching from the shadows, Bai Wuzhuang was speechless, her eyes narrowed into slits.
This guy’s identity card was Argali, which allowed him to designate one person to protect each round—but not the same person twice in a row.
Bai Wuzhuang had declared herself White Sheep, yet this bastard didn’t choose to protect her but continued protecting himself.
He must have protected himself in the first round, then someone else in the second, and then himself again in the third.