Fresh blood sprayed out from the springs on the necks of the five headless corpses. Nearly ten people were stabbed, including Chu Jun and Shao Xuan. Everything happened in just a few seconds. Chu Jun was both shocked and furious. At the same time, a gust of cold air rose in his heart. The other party's speed was truly unimaginable. It could simply be described as instantly moving.

The two skinny old men each held a dark black short sword and floated in front of Feng Xinglie. They stared coldly at Chu Jun and the others, as if they were staring at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"He killed Xing Chun, Xing Hou, and Ling'er. I hope the two ancestors can capture him alive. Xing Lie needs a sword to cut off his flesh in order to dispel the hatred in his heart!" Feng Xinglie smiled sinisterly and pointed at Chu Jun.

Chu Jun knew that the Feng Clan had repeatedly assassinated him because of the Dragon Leaving Cauldron Emblem. Feng Xinglie said on the surface that he wanted to capture him alive for revenge, but in reality, he still wanted to force the Dragon Leaving Cauldron Emblem out of his body. The main reason why Chu Jun was in such a hurry to destroy the Feng Clan was to silence them, so as to prevent Feng Xinglie from spreading the news about the Dragon Leaving Cauldron Emblem. One must know that a man was innocent, and that Huai Bi Yu was guilty. Once the news spread, it would definitely push him and the Heavenly Sect to the top of the storm.

The Shao Clan's Patriarch, Ning Zhongtian, Shao Xuan, and Fan Jian staggered one step to protect Chu Jun. The others quickly gathered behind them without any instructions. They all released their defensive shields to protect themselves, forming a solid defensive belt.

The two skinny old men sneered with disdain. One of them shouted harshly, "Old Ghost Shaotong, you have a lot of guts. How dare you attack our Feng Clan Villa? It looks like you are tired of living!" Her voice was shrill. It was actually an old woman!

The Shao Clan Patriarch said with a gloomy expression, "These two old bastards are actually still alive!"

Cultivators at the Golden Core Stage could theoretically live to 300 years of age. Unless they knew how to maintain themselves and had never suffered any injuries to their Yuan Qi, they would never reach 300 years of age. Normally, they would only reach 250 years of age. Some dual-cultivator partners might be able to live to 280 years of age through dual-cultivating, or through techniques such as yin and yang harvesting. The Shao Clan's ancestor, Shao Tong, was 229 years old this year. His cultivation had been stuck at the late Gold Core stage, and he still had at most ten years to live. If he could not break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he would die. The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan, Bissau Tong, were at least 250 years old and were still alive.

Chu Jun frowned and asked, "Senior, their cultivation is only at the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. Why is their speed so fast?"

The Shao Clan Patriarch said disdainfully, "That's because they have a set of Combat Treasure Set that drifts with their lives. Otherwise, they would have been slaughtered several times in the past and would still be alive to this day!"

"Together attack magic treasure set?"

"That's right. I don't know what kind of luck these two old bastards had. They actually killed a pair of Phantom Beasts and made a pair of combined attack magic treasure sets out of the materials on their bodies!"

The Phantom Beast is a fourth-grade high-tier spirit beast. It is an extremely rare spatial type spirit beast. It can move within a 50-meter radius instantly. An incomparably sharp horn has grown above its head. Usually, it is only 50 meters away from here one moment, and its horn pierces through your heart the next. This was not the most terrifying thing. They were like phantom beasts that paired males and females. Their hearts were connected, and they could freely appear anywhere within three meters of each other. It was extremely difficult to deal with. Therefore, people would rather face a fifth-grade spirit beast than provoke a fourth-grade phantom beast. However, the Phantom Beast also had its weaknesses, that was, its defensive power was not high, it lacked offensive methods, and it could not cast spells. That was why it was ranked as a Tier 4 Upper Tier. Otherwise, it could be ranked as a Tier 5, or even a Tier 6.

The two Feng Clan Patriarchs refined two pairs of boots, two robes, two daggers, and two rings from the materials on the Phantom Beast's body. The boots could increase the user's speed by 50%, which was extremely terrifying. The robe has a semi-invisibility effect when moving at high speed; The two short swords were made from the horns of the Phantom Beast. They were hard and sharp, comparable to high-grade fourth-grade magic treasures. Furthermore, they could also be invisible, making it impossible to defend against them. The two Heart Connecting Rings were inlaid with Phantom Beast crystals. The two wearers' hearts were connected, and they could freely appear within a meter of each other.

This set of combined attack magic treasures took the two Feng Clan Patriarchs twenty years of hard work to refine. Although it did not have the ability to teleport within fifty meters of the Phantom Beast, it was still quite terrifying. Just imagine, with the speed of two Golden Core warriors increasing by 50%, along with the semi-invisibility robes and invisibility daggers, as well as the connection between their hearts and minds, they could freely appear within a meter of each other. This set of equipment was simply a suicidal weapon that could kill people and steal goods. No wonder the Feng Clan Patriarch and his wife named this set Suicidal Drift.

"Back then, their cultivation was only at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm. Even with this full-attack magic treasure set, there were more than three late-stage Golden Core Realm experts who died in their hands!" The Shao Clan Patriarch said with a serious expression.

Huang Qi, Fan Jian, and the others' expressions all changed!

The two elders of the Feng Clan laughed sinisterly in unison. The old woman stared coldly at Shaodong, "To be exact, there are four late Gold Core warriors who died at our hands, and you will be the fifth!"

"Grandma, aren't these two old ghosts invincible?" The hammer carried a few hundred jin iron rod and cursed softly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of everyone present were overshadowed. In the blink of an eye, five of them had their heads cut off by the two old ghosts of the Feng Clan, and more than a dozen of them had suffered injuries of varying degrees.

Chu Jun frowned solemnly, and he quickly thought of a countermeasure. This set of equipment was truly too terrifying, making it impossible for people to guard against it. His side was completely in a passive position of being beaten.

The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan were hanging in the air, not in a hurry to attack. They only stared coldly at the people below. It was as if there was an invisible pressure pressing down on everyone. That was a kind of psychological deterrence, because no one knew if their throats would be cut by the other party silently in the next moment. This kind of psychological fear continued to increase over time. Fine cold sweat oozed from Huang Qi and the others' foreheads, and their nerves were like a tightening steel wire.

The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan knew this very well, so they were waiting for the best opportunity to attack. They stared leisurely at everyone's throats, as if they were looking down at the ruler of the world.

"Kid Chu, we can't wait any longer. The people from the Primordial Chaos Pavilion will arrive soon and decide whether to fight or retreat as soon as possible!" The Shao Clan's old ancestor sent mentally.

Chu Jun also knew that time was of the essence. If the war continues, I won't be able to kill the two old ghosts in a short period of time, If he was unwilling to retreat, Moreover, with the terrifying speed of these two old ghosts, even if they retreated, other than their own Golden Core experts, everyone else would probably have to be told to stay here. Unless he accepted everyone into the small world, then his trump card would be completely exposed. Perhaps even more people would covet him. After all, the small world was even more attractive than the Dragon Leaving Cauldron Emblem.

Right at this moment, the two old ghosts of the Feng Clan suddenly disappeared. Following which, two miserable screams came from the crowd. The two Foundation Establishment experts of the Shao Clan had been slacked off for a while and had their throats broken by the magic shield. They fell to the ground and clutched their throats as they struggled. Blood seeped out from between their fingers.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, and the originally tightly guarded circular defensive array started to stir.

"Kaka, all of you must die!" The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan stood side by side in the void and laughed strangely. Blood was still dripping down the small black knife, and their eyes were filled with cold killing intent.

"Everyone stay calm and try to get closer!" Chu Jun shouted, "Shi Tai!"

Shi Tai immediately took out a large stack of talismans and threw them out. A solid earth wall immediately appeared around them and surrounded them.

"Hehe!" The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan laughed coldly in unison. Although this method could temporarily protect their safety, it was equivalent to trapping themselves in a cage. Once the talisman's effect was lost, they would still die.

Chu Jun naturally wouldn't do such a stupid thing. The Thunder Dragon Sword flew into the air and slashed. However, it wasn't the two old ghosts of the Feng Clan who were slashed. Rather, it was Feng Xinglie. If he couldn't kill the two old ones, I wouldn't kill the young ones. Only Feng Xinglie was left in the Feng Clan. The two old ghosts would definitely not let him die.

As soon as Chu Jun's Thunder Dragon Sword flew out, everyone agreed to greet Feng Xinglie and the remnants of the Feng Clan behind him with their magic treasures. Shi Tai was carrying a Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon on his shoulder. The black muzzle of the cannon was aimed at Feng Xinglie. The Shao Clan's ancestral art was pinched and he shouted in a low voice, "Mountain Physique!" A small stone mountain that weighed tens of thousands of kilograms smashed down head-on

"No!" The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan let out heart-wrenching screams. With a flash of their bodies, they disappeared from where they were. At the same time, they took action to smash the stone mountain away. However, with so many magic treasures blasting down together, how much could they defend against?

Chu Jun, Ning Zhongtian, and Shao Xuan's three Golden Core flying swords, the Snow Jade Fragrant Yin Fox's Yin Lightning, Shi Tai's Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon, and nearly thirty Foundation Establishment magic treasures shot down from their brains. The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan were unable to hold on for a while and each coughed out a mouthful of blood to flee in embarrassment.

The defensive shields of Feng Xinglie and the others were quickly shattered. Almost everyone fell into a pool of blood. Only Feng Xinglie was left to dodge the calamity. However, his entire body was still covered in blood, and he was in a sorry state.

Zi! A streak of white light flashed past, bang!

Feng Xinglie, who had barely managed to stand upright, was hit by a Spirit Astral Cannon from Shi Tai. With a miserable scream, he was drowned in a dazzling white light and his chest was blown away. Each shot of the Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon required a few minutes of cooldown, but there was clearly more than one Shi Tai!

Feng Xinglie was the last single seedling of the Feng Clan. Now, even this single seedling had been harvested with a single shot. The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan were filled with heartache and fury. They shouted and pounced towards Shi Tai in the formation. They were clearly enraged, giving up their advantage and unleashing their boundless Spiritual Energy to forcefully attack.

Without Chu Jun's orders, everyone's magic treasures greeted the two of them. Shi Tai put away the Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon and exchanged it for a row of Spirit Artillery. Rows of black cannon muzzles shot towards the sky.

The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan screamed miserably as they quickly fled. That speed was simply too fast. Most of their magic treasures had been cut empty. Even so, the two old ghosts of the Feng Clan were still seriously injured.

"Damn it!" The two old ghosts of the Feng Clan shrieked angrily and disappeared into the air at the same time.

Chu Jun's heart went cold as he shouted, "Everyone, be careful!"

Bang! A wall of earth was broken. Fan Jian felt his vision blur. He hurriedly blocked his chest with his horizontal sword. Ding! The sword suddenly shook. Clearly, it was cut by the invisible sword. Fan Jian broke out in cold sweat. He quickly kicked out, but it was empty. Huang Qi, who was beside him, let out a miserable scream. Blood spurted out from her chest. At the same time, a few people nearby covered their throats and fell down.