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An old Taoist with a tumor at the corner of his mouth grinned sinisterly, revealing a set of yellow, crooked teeth that were quite unsettling.
"You slippery bastard! Just because I lent you my fan, you think you can harm us?"
"I see there's no need to be polite with you. We'll tie you up and toss you aside; the fan can still be used."
As soon as these words were spoken, the tense atmosphere shattered, and the previously silent crowd began to echo their agreement.
"Exactly! He made us swear an oath to heaven and earth, but he can't possibly be sincere in helping us. Why should we be polite? Let's just take action."
The robed cultivator was both furious and shocked, pointing at the group in disbelief as he shouted angrily, "In broad daylight, you dare to rob me! What you're doing is no different from bandits!"
"I thought that everyone who could come here would be exceptional individuals, which is why I wanted to make friends with you all. I never expected human hearts to be so unpredictable!"
"Since it’s like this, I’ll take my leave."
The robed cultivator hurriedly summoned his flying sword, but he seemed to have forgotten that flying was prohibited in this area. He had barely taken off for two seconds before a group of people yanked him back down.
Seeing this, he struggled and stretched out his hand, shouting, "Heroes! Save me! If you help me escape, I won't even ask for treasures!"
He finally understood that most of the people here were ruthless and unyielding; he could no longer afford to talk about any kind of deal as he had before. As long as he could leave safely, he would do anything.
Just as his words fell, a youthful voice suddenly interrupted. "Are you telling the truth?"
The robed cultivator nodded eagerly. "Yes, it’s true!"
The old Taoist's eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared at Qi Xiao. "Kid, if you want to meddle in others' affairs, you'd better consider whether you have the strength for it. With so many people here, do you think you can handle them?"
Qi Xiao burst into laughter as he squatted on the slope, looking down at the old Taoist from above. "Why should I deal with so many people? Everyone wants to reach the island; since this cultivator is willing to help unconditionally, that's all the better."
"If you don’t back off now and continue trying to rob others of their treasures, wasting everyone’s time—who do you think is really opposing everyone?"
The old Taoist's facade was stripped away; he felt humiliated and furious, his face turning red as he pointed a bony finger at Qi Xiao and shouted angrily.
"You little brat, how rude! Do you want to get hit?"
Qi Xiao glared coldly at him, ready to strike at any moment. Truly, the older one got, the more shameless they became! Did he think that by snatching someone else's belongings, others wouldn't come to take his?
The old monk with the tumor raised his eyes and observed. Sure enough, the few who had made a move were flickering with uncertainty, their intentions hidden. If he took someone else's things, then others could come and take his as well. In the end, if it came to blows, whether he could survive was still uncertain.
The old monk with the tumor wore a stern expression, contemplating for a long while before silently retreating. It was clear he no longer wished to involve himself in this matter.
With the old monk gone, the remaining few were left in a bind—staying put or leaving both seemed unfeasible. If they continued to act, it would confirm their intention to forcibly seize someone else's treasures, and they might become targets of collective ire. But if they simply let it go, they felt a sense of unwillingness.
Seeing their hesitation, the robed cultivator shouted loudly, "You all let go of me! You're going to ruin everyone's chance to board the island! Can you bear that responsibility?"
As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense; many cultivators began to show signs of impatience. They had come here for treasures; everything else was merely an afterthought.
Jin Mu twirled a strand of hair with her fingertips, furrowing her brows in dissatisfaction. "A few gentlemen, if you're going to rob, then do it quickly. Just don’t waste time! If this drags on any longer, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
The robed cultivator shouted again, "This precious fan of mine is not something these brutes can handle! Let me clear the way for everyone!"
With that, he pushed through the crowd surrounding him, gripping his feather fan and forming seals as he chanted incantations. The fan gradually brightened; with a forceful sweep, a fierce wind erupted and dispersed the mist.
In an instant, countless wails filled the air as many creatures suffered from the sudden disturbance.
The next moment, several figures leaped towards the swamp; those who were slightly slower also hurriedly followed suit. As they realized that everyone was about to leap onto the island without hindrance, the monsters lurking beneath the swamp no longer concealed themselves and surged forth with full force.
Suddenly, numerous transparent tentacles erupted from beneath the water and lunged at them.
Qi Xiao swiftly dodged and leaped from one tentacle to another before landing on solid ground. His movements were agile; although two tentacles reached for him, they collided violently instead and became disoriented.
Seizing this opportunity, Qi Xiao struck down one of them. The severed tentacle seemed utterly enraged and thrashed about wildly; its wound split open with a tearing sound as another tentacle sprouted from its severed end, even bursting through its old body.
A similar scene was unfolding continuously.
What kind of monster is this? Every time we strike, it just grows back. Is it invincible? At this rate, we will be worn down to death!
Someone chuckled quietly, blending into the crowd, hoping to sneak into the heart of the island.
Heh, you fools can just exhaust yourselves while I claim the treasure for myself!
But after taking just a couple of steps, a tentacle shot up from the swamp, piercing through his heart.
Qi Xiao frowned slightly. This creature was far too perceptive; wherever he went, it followed. Upon seeing him land on the island, it seemed to go mad, determined to drag him down at any cost.
Qi Xiao quietly activated the Ghost Cry Bell, but the tentacle was unaffected. Instead, several nearby cultivators were inadvertently caught in his aura and nearly killed.
He could only swing his sword repeatedly, hacking away five or six times. The speed at which he severed the tentacles slowed down, yet there was no sign of giving up.
Heh, if you want to outlast me, let’s see who can wear whom down first!
Qi Xiao pulled out several bottles of poison from his jade ring. Regardless of their effects, he poured everything he had—corpse-dissolving liquid and bone-corroding powder—into the mix.
No matter how strange this creature was, surely all this poison would have some effect!
Wait, why is it turning black?
The poison spread invisibly, and one by one, the tentacles turned black. The crowd watched in astonishment, thinking that this ghostly creature was about to undergo another transformation!
With bated breath, they became increasingly ruthless in their attacks, but this time they noticed that the tentacles were no longer moving.
In the next moment, a sharp and high-pitched child’s voice erupted explosively, sending forth a powerful shockwave that knocked everyone to the ground, causing them to spit blood uncontrollably.
Ah! I want you all dead! I want you dead!
The crowd looked up in terror and finally noticed a writhing mass within the beam of light. Its body was covered in countless slender tentacles, yet instead of a beastly roar, it emitted a chilling and piercing child’s voice.
They gazed up in horror; what on earth is this monster?
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