Chapter 629: Trap

"To think there was a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivator hidden here?"

"This feeling? Concealment Technique!?"

"No wonder I didn't notice it before!"

Aaron's gaze swept over those two Demonic Dao Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivators, his expression suddenly turning strange.

Because although these two were genuine Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivators, they were decrepit and old, looking in even worse condition than Zhong Wuyou, with their natural lifespans likely ending within these two years.

'Demonic Dao Foundation Establishment Mid-stage, they definitely didn't grow up in the Lin Kingdom, but snuck in from the Wu Country!'

'To come and act as a spy when they have one foot in the grave, they must have already resolved themselves to die!'

Aaron gave Shen Qingchen a word of caution and went to intercept Dongmen Xue first.

From the void, a Foundation Establishment ghost creature sullenly retracted its massive claw; it had actually been a sneak attack!

"Qingchen, are you alright?"

'They are all old foxes, one by one. And that makes sense... what faction that has been entangled with the Black Blood Sect for so long hasn't come through such deceit and treachery?'

Woo-woo!

Meanwhile, Shen Qingchen was injured and performing even worse than him, being beaten back step by step by Baihe Xianzi, looking as if they were about to collapse.

"Don't worry, Uncle Yu, I'm fine... it's just that I can't seem to gather my Dharma Power."

This 'Thousand Evil Banner' was worth at least five or six thousand Spirit Stones, and as ghost creatures and living souls were continuously sacrificed into it, the price would only keep rising; it was the signature Magic Tool of Nether Peak!

"Haha!"

Dongmen Xue's white hair danced wildly, as if he were an unrivaled Demon King, and the Magic Tool he wielded was a giant axe.

"Careful!"

A flash of ruthlessness appeared on Dongmen Xue's face as he formed seals with both hands, his Dharma Power surging out wildly.

Hearing Aaron say this, Dongmen Xue's face turned gloomy for a moment, then he said loudly: "This old man is indeed Dongmen Xue... your Sanshan Association occupied my family's foundation, and now it is time to pay a little interest!"

Although Aaron had heard of this name like thunder, this was actually his first time seeing the person in the flesh, so he hurriedly looked at the old man: "Elder Zhong, are you mistaken? Dongmen Xue was known as a cultivation genius of the Dongmen Clan back in the day... he should be over two hundred years old and near death by now. Although the age seems to match, how could his cultivation only be at the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage?"

A Junior Brother in green robes asked from the side.

"You... you are... Dongmen Xue?!"

Countless flames fell like raindrops, the momentum far greater than the mere sprinkling Zhong Wuyou had displayed before!

Dongmen Xue did not dare to guarantee that his defensive Magic Tool could block all these spells, so he could only retract his axe with a look of frustration and continue to defend himself...

Furthermore, even when near death, he still had to obey the Black Blood Sect's orders and risk great danger to sneak into the Lin Kingdom to operate.

"Mere junior!"

At this moment, dark clouds covered the area for dozens of miles, shrouding the three of them, with various ghost wails echoing from time to time.

With the opponent's Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivation and use of a Top-tier Magical Tool, for him, a Foundation Establishment Initial Stage cultivator, it would basically be a matter of a few axe swings.

This Flying Sword transformed into a stream of light and slashed toward Baihe Xianzi, forcing her to retreat in a panic and greatly relieving the pressure on Shen Qingchen.

One of them was none other than 'Senior Brother Zhang' from the Qingding Sect, who had once competed with Aaron for a Foundation Establishment Pill!

"Senior Brother Zhang, Zhong Wuyou's distress signal was indeed correct; Demonic Dao cultivators have snuck in here. Should we take action immediately?"

Slap!

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of this High-grade defensive Magic Tool, and it shattered into several pieces in an instant.

Zhong Wuyou retracted the Hunyuan Bowl to guard himself: "This is not just to kill one Foundation Establishment Elder, but to wipe us all out in one go!"

Shen Qingchen took a healing pill, and a bit of color returned to their face.

Aaron glanced at Zhong Wuyou and knew that this cunning old fox wouldn't fall into an ambush so easily; he must still have a backup plan!

Aaron said with a grave expression.

"Not bad. If you hadn't seen through it, one Foundation Establishment cultivator would naturally have been enough to take you down easily," Dongmen Xue chuckled. "But since you saw through the first layer of the trap, we two are the fallback... Baihe was merely the bait for the second layer of the trap!"

This kind of enemy who doesn't fear death is often the most terrifying.

"To be able to discover my ghost creature's sneak attack... Your Excellency must be that Guest Elder surnamed Fang..." The other Foundation Establishment cultivator spoke with a strange laugh: "It is said that you have great talent in Artifact Refining and Talismans? I didn't expect your combat skills to be so sharp as well... This old man is Di Sanshun of the Black Blood Sect, Nether lineage. Greetings, fellow Daoist!"

At this moment, Baihe Xianzi and Dongmen Xue, who had regrouped, had already charged over.

Two streams of light flew over, revealing two Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Dongmen Xue continued to wield the giant axe, hacking toward Aaron.

"A fine Black Blood Sect; I fear the matter here is a trap, isn't it?"

Aaron cursed the wealthy Demon Cultivator under his breath.

Aaron sighed and pointed at the 'Shengxue Sword'.

Aaron, however, calmly patted his Storage Bag, grabbed a handful of 'Yin Fire Beads', and threw them toward the giant axe.

While speaking, he shook open the huge black banner in his hand.

Zhong Wuyou's voice reached Aaron and Shen Qingchen's ears: "The enemy is well-prepared; this will be a bitter battle... but as long as we hold on for a moment, reinforcements will come!"

"Dongmen Xue?!"

Amidst the explosions of those several Mid-grade Magic Tools, Dongmen Xue retreated his axe in a panic to defend himself: "Yin Fire Beads? Let's see how many more you have?"

"Sigh!"

Zhong Wuyou looked at one of the figures with hair as white as snow and suddenly exclaimed.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

A series of explosions rang out.

That huge cyan axe expanded rapidly, wisps of black Qi flashing over the axe blade, and it struck heavily against the protective barrier of the 'Dingguang Bead'.

Yet he never expected... how could the Demonic Dao fully trust him?

Back when they helped Dongmen Xue break through to the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage, they had secretly tampered with him, ensuring he would remain at this realm for the rest of his life, unable to make any further progress!

Just as he was about to attack, he saw Aaron pull out another handful of talismans, all of which were first-tier mid-to-high-grade talismans like the Fire Feather Arrow Talisman, and scatter them toward him.

Since he was about to die of old age anyway, he might as well make a contribution to his family and descendants before he died!

Aaron could guess what the other person was thinking, but he felt it was even more troublesome.

"This is bad, a cultivator who possesses a Thousand Evil Banner is best at forming an array by themselves..."

Back then, during the Dongmen Valley incident, he had only managed to break through to the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage with the help of the Black Blood Sect.

Aaron asked.

Just at this moment, Aaron pinched a Dharma seal, and the Dingguang Bead transformed into a streak of light, smashing behind Shen Qingchen.

As for the Hundred Ghost Banner in his hand?

*Cough cough*... Because those ghosts had not been nourished for a long time, they eventually killed and devoured each other; the last remaining starving ghost could not find anything to replenish itself with and simply dissipated...

"You dare to be distracted while fighting me? Go to hell, old man!"

Streams of Ghost Mist were spewed out, covering a vast area, even capable of blocking Foundation Establishment Divine Sense!

"A top-tier Magical Tool—the Thousand Evil Banner?"

Bang!

The giant axe smashed into the Dingguang Bead, causing the Dingguang Bead to let out an unbearable wail, and a crack appeared directly on its surface!

"A top-tier Magical Tool? Another top-tier Magical Tool!"

Outside the Ghost Mist.

Within the dense Ghost Mist, ghosts comparable to the Foundation Establishment stage appeared from time to time.

After all, his family was in the other party's hands; when a person reaches old age, their attachment to their family actually grows quite a bit.

"Junior Brother Lin, what are you in such a rush for?"

Senior Brother Zhang glanced at him and replied coldly: "Let the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Sanshan Association take the lead first and exhaust the Demon brat's Dharma Power... It would be best if they could perish together."

(End of this chapter)