Chapter 371: Seven Wins and Seven Losses! Almost Completely Ransacked!

So what's the point of seven matches?

A Yue Mountain Sect disciple said with utter disdain:

"Isn't it just because our Yi senior has seven consecutive victories?"

The surrounding Yue Mountain Sect disciples all nodded in agreement.

"That's right, I think she's just jealous—seven straight losses! Tsk tsk, it must be damaging her Dao heart. I wonder if she'll ever dare challenge Yi senior to a sword duel again!"

"Heh, if I lost seven times in a row,

One can represent everything, but once someone calls it one, it can't stand for any other number.

At this moment, Ren Yuan was staring at the beast covered in wounds; his heart stirred with excitement—this seemingly invincible beast had finally shown signs of exhaustion after sacrificing over three hundred students.

I quickly tidied myself up and hurried downstairs; I knew these paths better than anyone—no exaggeration, if you asked me to walk blindfolded through Luofeng Village where I'd lived for over a decade, I might get lost, but here, I could find Jun Li's house with my eyes closed.

"Look at this! If it weren't for that fox spirit, how could Tian'er treat me like this?" Lin Xue, seeing Mo Lingtian lose his temper at her for the first time, was so furious she could barely breathe.

Liang Qingxin's face flushed red; it was her first night with a man, and she felt genuinely embarrassed. But since it had already happened, she could only grit her teeth and push through.

"Did you force her?" Zhao Jingyu held a cigarette between his fingers, exhaling smoke, his sharp nose carved like a blade, strikingly prominent on his face that stirred envy in gods and men alike.

"Time to check the spiritual technique on that stone wall," Ye Ran fell silent for a moment, then moved the stone wall aside.

Yun Qing slowly closed her eyes, raised her wrist, and stared at the stark scar across her pale skin.

"Gu Jianchou, the suffering my White Master endured must be resolved by you!" I shouted loudly.

Zhao Tianyu was already the world's number one outlaw, his hands already soaked in blood; if no one had actively provoked him, none of this would have happened.

"This man can't be from the Long You organization, but he knows some of their secrets—and he told us, so he's probably not a threat. Let him stay," Zhang Fan said, watching Hui depart, lost in thought.

At that moment, Wuji Laozu, surrounded by giants, saw the red thread soar above them, battling several Bird Envoys. Wuji Laozu instantly spotted the two swords in the red thread's hands—the other one had to be the Tian Dun Divine Sword. Seeing the familiar scabbard, the Laozu grew excited.

"So it's you. Well? Want to save that old nun? Don't dream it—you won't leave here alive today. Look up." Feng Qiu Zi smirked at the crowd.

The middle-aged man, enraged, spoke with stammering difficulty, leaving all who heard him stunned.

Huang Di froze. That voice was unmistakably Bai Xian's—but it was so weak, as if coming from a distant place, or as if exhausted, lacking even the strength to speak.

Su Changping had intended to leave immediately, but then he remembered Su Zhan's words before he exited the room, and ultimately returned.

"Heh, you're badly wounded now—why would I fear you?" Zhang Fan also lifted his head, coldly eyeing the Bone Envoy, showing no fear at all, radiating absolute confidence.

"Stop!" At that moment, a sharp cry echoed from below the mountain, and a yellow figure soared upward, arriving in a flash and landing between the two.

At the cave entrance, he stared blankly at the flames nearby, thinking: Maybe I'm meant to die here—but then again, this might be a kind of release.

The black sedan, speeding at high velocity, halted soundlessly opposite the group, demonstrating Lao Cangtou's superb driving skill and the vehicle's exceptional performance.