The sound of gunfire rang out, and the guests in the hall immediately ducked and covered their heads, while the women screamed, creating chaos.

After Zhang Yuanqing shouted "Get out of the casino," the panicked guests and women rushed towards the casino doors without hesitation, getting away from the trouble.

Zhang Yuanqing's clearing effect was quite effective.

Sure enough, there was also a companion of the Night Wanderer!

Qing Song and Seven Blades felt a chill in their hearts. The Enchantress and the Night Wanderer were both peak combat professionals. Under the same level, leaving aside equipment, the difference in individual combat power between ordinary professionals and peak professionals was significant.

With three against two, even though their side had the numerical advantage, the odds of winning were not great.

Shen Le glanced at his teammates and said calmly, "Don't worry, this is our home turf. I brought a trump card from my family, enough to deal with them."

Upon hearing this, Qing Song and Seven Blades relaxed slightly and regained their confidence.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing's gaze passed over the panicked crowd and looked towards the gambling table near the window. With just one glance, he recognized the scar-faced Wu Ye and three Spirit Realm Walkers.

He needed to take them out as quickly as possible. Zhang Yuanqing turned the gun towards the musician at the table.

Among the three, the musician had the weakest physical abilities, leaning towards support, and could make effective mental attacks against spiritual beings, posing the greatest threat to the Night Wanderer.

Just then, Zhang Yuanqing saw a terrified half-naked woman suddenly pull out a dagger from her skirt and viciously pounce towards him.

Huh? Although Zhang Yuanqing was surprised, he reacted quickly and knocked out the attacker with a swift chop.

However, more attackers appeared. A fleeing guest suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist and aimed it at Zhang Yuanqing without hesitation.

A woman in a low-cut dress opened a folding knife and charged towards Kou Beiyue with both hands.

Further away, several guests in shirts grabbed shotguns hidden under the gambling machines and immediately poured a rain of bullets towards the two intruders without a word.

The sudden turn of events caught Zhang Yuanqing and Kou Beiyue off guard, forcing them to interrupt their advance towards the gambling table and dodge the danger from the crowd.

Kou Beiyue kicked the woman away, then brandished his military knife, knocking away two bullets. Clang, clang, sparks flew, and the bullets embedded into the walls and ceiling.

They had set up assassins among the guests? Zhang Yuanqing crouched and dodged the gunfire, about to shoot the several ordinary killers, but he noticed that their expressions were not right.

The twisted and hateful faces, the eyes that seemed to want to flay him and Kou Beiyue alive, were very abnormal.

The musician? The skills of the musician profession quickly flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind, locking onto one skill—hypnosis!

The core skill of a Level 3 musician!

They had hypnotized the guests of the casino, using ordinary people as weapons, hoping to make us hesitate and passively endure the attacks. If we were to take aggressive action and kill ordinary people, it would deduct moral points. Of course, the musician would also be penalized. Killing a thousand enemies would result in a loss of eight hundred.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly analyzed the malicious intentions of the other party.

Seeing the rhythmically coordinated attack of the Level 3 musician and the Level 3 pyromancer, Zhang Yuanqing was instantly in a dangerous situation.

The fierce straight punch pierced Zhang Yuanqing's chest, and his body shattered like an illusion.

This was just an illusion created by the enchantment technique. When Seven Blades leaped out of the flames, he was already under the enchantment.

Zhang Yuanqing's real body appeared several meters away, holding a knife in one hand and reaching back to his waist with the other, pressing the first button of the Cat King's speaker.

He wanted to take control of the situation!

The deafening drumming immediately resounded from the speakers, echoing in the hall, heavy, solemn, and reverberating.

Shen Le's lullaby was instantly suppressed.

The guests who hadn't had time to escape were all cowering on the ground, trembling, including the hypnotized assassins. As for his teammate Kou Beiyue and the three Spirit Realm Walkers who were his enemies, they all felt a suffocating fear and oppression, wishing to escape from this place.

Amidst the exclusive background music, Zhang Yuanqing raised the gun and aimed at Seven Blades several meters away, pulling the trigger.

On the other side, the youth with a horse-like face turned fierce, raising both palms and clapping fiercely by his ears, rupturing eardrums and immediately silencing the oppressive and fearful drumming. The world fell silent.

The youth with a horse-like face grabbed a vine whip and fiercely lashed it towards the enemy aiming the gun.

Bang, bang!

The whip struck the enemy's arm, causing the gun to veer off course, and the bullets hit the wall behind Seven Blades, leaving two deep, explosive craters.

The youth with a horse-like face flicked his wrist, hooking the vine whip onto the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and swung towards Zhang Yuanqing like an ape.

Seven Blades' forehead veins throbbed, enduring the discomfort caused by the drumming. He took a heavy step with his right foot, and flames spewed from the palm of his hand, condensing into a high-temperature long knife.

Turning fire into a weapon!

The long knife swept up from the bottom, aiming for Zhang Yuanqing's chest and abdomen, not giving him a chance to shoot.Zhang Yuanqing dodged the flame long knife, the high-temperature flame brushed past him, and he smelled the burnt smell of his eyelashes and hair.

"Bang!"

His arm crossed his chest, blocking the flying kick of the horse-faced youth, staggering backward.

At this moment, Kou Beiyue was affected by the lullaby and drumming, and his reaction was a beat slower, failing to come to support.

No, with your level, how can you dare to say that you are almost as good as Li Xianzong? Li Xianzong is much stronger than you. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes caught a glimpse of his teammates who were in a spiritual struggle, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

On the gambling table, Shen Le's gestures changed, imitating a microphone, covering his mouth, and a segment of Bbox came out of his tightly covered mouth with a dull drum sound.

He was imitating the drum sound of the King of Cats, but unlike the former's intimidation, Shen Le's drum sound had the power to inspire people.

Qiba Dao and Qing Song suddenly breathed rapidly, their faces flushed, and they seemed to have taken a stimulant, their breath becoming much stronger.

Clap, clap, clap!

The horse-faced youth waved the whip, lashing out again and again, cracking the floor tiles, smashing the machinery, and forcing Zhang Yuanqing to dodge in a sorry state.

And Qiba Dao, relying on the violence of the fire master, engaged in close combat, his fists surrounded by flames striking heavily and densely like rain, not giving the enemy a chance to adjust and counterattack.

The two cooperated, one assisted, firmly suppressing the level 3 Night Wanderer.

Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly, taking a hard punch from the fire master, fighting for a brief moment to catch his breath, and then raised his head and howled.

A hazy moonlight penetrated the building and shone down, casting a shallow layer of moonlight on him.

Zhang Yuanqing's pupils surged with a pitch-black color, covering the whites of his eyes, and his temperament became noble and sinister.

Howling Moon!

Then, he reached behind him with his right hand and pressed the second button of the King of Cats speaker.

The sound of the suona immediately rang out, sharp and high-pitched.

Zhang Yuanqing's body suddenly swelled, muscles rippling, and blue veins bulging.

In the dark night, with the moon and the suona, his breath rose to an extremely terrifying level.

"Bang!"

The fire master's second punch followed closely, a vicious and ruthless hammer blow to the temple, and the fire burst open. Blood oozed from Zhang Yuanqing's seven orifices, enough to scatter his brain.

Zhang Yuanqing remained motionless, his mouth split open, revealing a cruel smile.

Qiba Dao's heart trembled, and he decisively retreated.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped on his right foot, moving faster, his right hand turned into a claw, gripping Qiba Dao's neck, pulling him a short distance, and then pressing down hard.

Crack!

Qiba Dao's back shattered the floor tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing knelt on his chest, straightened his back, raised his fist high, and smashed it down fiercely.

In the dull impact, the sound of fractured facial bones, nasal bones, and teeth mingled together, and Qiba Dao's legs twitched violently.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Qing Song's face changed drastically as he lashed out with the whip on the enemy, tearing the clothes, and leaving terrible wounds on the skin that quickly healed within two seconds.

Seeing this, Shen Le immediately changed the melody and played the lullaby again, trying to soothe the enemy's fighting spirit.

Suddenly, he saw the originally dazed youth, crouching with a military knife in hand, quietly and swiftly approaching like a hunting tiger.

Shen Le immediately interrupted his "playing" and rolled on the spot.

Crack!

The gambling table was kicked to pieces by the ferocious youth.

Hearing the sound of the table breaking behind him, Shen Le broke out in a cold sweat. With the close combat ability of a musician, facing a same-level Temptation Demon, life and death would be decided within ten moves.

Thud, thud, thud. The dull sound of blows came one after another. Shen Le looked over and saw the ferocious Night Wanderer, punching Qiba Dao's face, shattering his skull, and splattering red and white flesh and blood.

Qiba Dao's legs convulsed, and his head was a mess of flesh and blood.

Is this how a level 3 fire master dies? Shen Le's face turned ugly, feeling a strong stimulus, he unhesitatingly took out the pendant from his chest, a deep blue gem with fine electric snakes inside.

With a light pinch of his fingers, the gem burst open.

At this moment, Kou Beiyue had already attacked from behind, the dagger accurately stabbing his back.

Sizzle... The air was filled with dazzling electric snakes, bouncing off the dagger and onto Kou Beiyue's body. His body suddenly stiffened, and his short hair stood on end.

Shen Le suddenly turned around, a lightning whip forming in his palm, and he fiercely struck out.

Crimson runes lit up in Kou Beiyue's pupils.

Shen Le's expression became blank.

Kou Beiyue leaped back, plunging into the dagger.

Seeing the dagger about to pierce the enemy's chest, Shen Le suddenly turned into a dazzling lightning bolt, "splitting" into the distance, appearing six meters away, and the long lightning whip struck down, although late, it landed.

Kou Beiyue agilely dodged to the side.

Crackle!

The lightning whip made a crisp crack on the ground.

Shen Le's body floated up, his hair standing on end, and a lightning pattern appeared on his forehead, as if the Thunder God had descended.

He coldly swung the whip, forcing Kou Beiyue to roll or jump, evading in a sorry state, like a tamer playing with an untamed beast.

"Hmph!" Shen Le said coldly, "A mere level 3 Temptation Demon dares to intrude into the dragon's den, who gave you the courage!"

The disposable item he had just crushed came from a foreign profession, which had a single ability but had a terrifying assassination technique that made other professions tremble—Thunder!

At the same time, the single ability was also its cost. After using the item, the musician's skills could not be used.The level of this disposable prop is at the level of a saint, with a duration of fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes is enough to kill two level 3 practitioners, or to hold out until Chi Yue'an arrives.

He originally cherished this prop and wanted to avoid using it if possible. Who knew that this little brat would actually invite a level 3 night wandering god to help, with terrifying strength. In less than three minutes of fighting, he killed seven times.

He then looked at Zhang Yuanqing and declared with a tone as solemn as the heavenly constitution, "You will die too."

Kou Beiyue's face turned ugly. Although he had never seen this method of controlling lightning, the terrifying pressure and powerful killing power made it easy to guess that this was the power of a saint.

He had thought that with his own bewitching demon and Yuan Ting, a night wandering god, they could easily sweep through the Copper Sparrow Tower without any surprises.

Who would have thought that the other party would have such a trump card.

Another failure, every action ends in failure. I am really too unlucky. He was both frustrated and angry, feeling that fate was against him.

Why does heaven always favor the wicked?

Kou Beiyue looked at Yuan Ting, asking with his eyes if he wanted to retreat, but was surprised to find that this night wandering god of the Taiyi Sect was completely calm.

"Oh, you've played your trump card!" Zhang Yuanqing kicked the corpse at his feet to the side, his eyes as black as ink, and said lightly, "Then I can rest assured and go all out."

"Just with you?" Shen Le floated in mid-air, sneering.

Ignoring Shen Le, Zhang Yuanqing, under the gaze of the three, bit the willow blade, put on the violent gloves, took out the demon-subduing staff and the scarecrow, summoned the red dancing shoes, and finally, to the astonishment of the three, unfolded a black robe embroidered with flames and ripples.

Is there really such a wealthy person in the world?!

Is this a mobile treasure trove?

Kou Beiyue was dumbfounded, while Qing Song and Shen Le, upon seeing this scene, felt the urge to curse.

"I'll settle you within a minute, that's enough!"

Zhang Yuanqing threw the Yin-Yang robe into the air.

The robe spread out in mid-air, and the Tai Chi fish on the back slowly rotated, rippling with a translucent water flow, spewing out fierce flames. Water and fire balanced each other, forming a huge millstone that covered a radius of thirty meters.

And Zhang Yuanqing's body disappeared with it.

"Hoo."

Kou Beiyue was in an unfortunate position, and was engulfed by the fire array, his clothes billowing with raging flames.

He gritted his teeth and slapped them away, his skin quickly turning red and blistering. If the bewitching demon's physique was like this, then the wooden demon would be even worse, rolling and screaming in the fierce fire, trying to escape through the window.

Buzz!

An invisible wall of air blocked him.

Can't escape? Shen Le's brow raised, his triumphant mood dampened, but he remained calm. This disposable prop gave him enough confidence. As long as he held out for fifteen minutes, Chi Yue'an would come no matter what.

"Petty tricks," Shen Le looked down at the water and fire array, coldly saying.

"Whether it's a petty trick or not, you'll find out later." In the illusory water flow, a figure made of water appeared, holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, with black-framed glasses on his face.

"This brat is really arrogant, I'm angry." In the flames on the other side, a figure made of fire slowly appeared, speaking angrily.

The water figure ignored the fire figure and gently raised his palm.

The illusory water flow enveloped the guests in the hall who had not yet escaped, including Wu Ye, rolling them into the water array.

Compared to the fire, water was gentler, and the illusory water flow would not cause suffocation. Ordinary people could survive.

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And in the fire array, in a moment, these people would be burned to charcoal.

After the water figure had done all this, the fire figure eagerly revealed the scarecrow, turning the ugly and crude puppet into Shen Le's appearance.

The fire figure pinched the scarecrow's head with two fingers and exerted force.

Shen Le in mid-air let out a miserable cry, his face shrouded in black mist, his eyes filled with endless anger and madness, his reason corroded by depravity, becoming a beast controlled by emotions, charging towards the fire figure regardless of everything.

The water figure, using the insight of the observer, predicted his trajectory and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang!

The bullets missed, and Shen Le, relying on instinct, transformed into lightning and struck the fire figure, avoiding the bullets from behind and hitting the fire figure with lightning.

The figure made of fire collided with the lightning.

Boom!

His body was scattered by the lightning, turning into a dazzling fire.

And Shen Le faced the explosion, as a musician, the lightning did not enhance his physique, and he was severely injured on the spot.

"Bang bang~"

The water figure decisively opened fire, covering with firepower.

Hissing, Shen Le's body turned into an electric current, causing the bullets to miss again.

This was a speed that Zhang Yuanqing had never seen before. Even if the other party's consciousness was in chaos, relying solely on instinct, he still made his two shots miss.

The red dancing shoes chased after the man with the horse face, who was at this moment brutally trampling on the other, turning him into a heavy injury. Qing Song, who was already severely injured, was screaming from loud to weak, barely surviving with the recovery ability of the wooden demon.

"Hey, damn Kou Beiyue, do you have a way to seriously injure this guy?" The fire figure reformed, speaking angrily.

Before Kou Beiyue could reply, the fire figure cursed, "The idiot main body only knows how to talk. This guy's speed, he can't be killed in a minute."

Kou Beiyue said, "Blood, I want his blood."

"That's easy!"The Water Clone stepped forward, the Taiji fish on the back of his Yin-Yang robe spinning, the Water-Fire Array shifting positions. Illusory torrents of water surged layer upon layer, enveloping Kagura.

Water is formless yet substantial. Trapped within the water array, there is no escape; speed is futile.

With a snap of his fingers, the Water Clone summoned a phantom stream that swept over Kagura's body, drawing out blood scorched by flames.

Guided by the Water Clone, the blood dripped towards Kou Beiyue.

Kou Beiyue reached out to catch it, while his other hand pulled out a bronze sculpture from his inventory, a grotesque figure wielding a short knife.

He smeared the blood on the sculpture, then placed it on the ground and knelt, bowing deeply.

The eyes of the bronze sculpture lit up with a crimson glow, and the mini short knife slashed down.

Far away, Kagura let out a terrible scream as a bloody mist burst from his chest, revealing a bone-deep, ghastly wound.

This single strike had crippled him.

Seizing the opportunity, the Water Clone decisively fired shots, bullets piercing Kagura's body, creating gaping holes.

Kagura's body collapsed with a thunderous fall, the rune on his forehead extinguished.

He was dead.

The Water Clone then turned to the Fire Clone and said coldly:

"Idiot, stop being a spectator; that wood demon isn't dead yet."

"Oh, right!" The Fire Clone immediately came to his senses, summoning a blazing flame knife and striding forward to decapitate the horse-faced youth.

The wound on the neck was charred, not a drop of blood flowed.

Seeing this, the Water and Fire Clones dispersed without hesitation, the illusory streams of water and scorching flames returning to the robe.

Zhang Yuanqing's figure emerged, catching the robe and methodically storing all the items, except for the red dance shoes, back into his inventory.

"It's, it's over."

Kou Beiyue, covered in burns, stared blankly at Zhang Yuanqing.

Too strong, unreasonably strong. Which elder of Taiyi Men does this Yuan Ting belong to?

What ordinary Spirit Realm walker could afford such extravagance?

"Don't waste time, bring over Master Wu." Zhang Yuanqing slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the anger that had been pent up inside him tonight slightly vented.

"What about you?" Kou Beiyue asked in return.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Yuanqing glared at him.

I don't have time, he mocked himself for the dance-off in his heart.

"Alright, alright."

Kou Beiyue's gaze swept over the unconscious crowd, accurately locating Master Wu.

He strode over.

Just then, layers of flames burst in from outside the window, shattering the glass with a bang and coalescing into a man in a white suit.

Chi Yue'an had arrived!

Zhang Yuanqing and Kou Beiyue's expressions darkened, their eyes flashing with murderous intent and fury.

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