"Ah…………"
Suddenly, a member of the Hufa Pavilion cried out. Immediately after, Zhao Wuji saw countless insects, ants, snakes, and rats rapidly crawling into the courtyard, so many that it gave people goosebumps!
Whatever they passed over, nothing grew; even the walls collapsed in an instant.
"Fire, fire.........."
Upon seeing this, Zhao Wujī could only order loudly!
Bang bang bang........
With a barrage of gunfire, the shots failed to hit Dali and his companions. At this point, the group had already been enveloped by black energy, losing their targets. The snipers could only fire blindly!
As the insects and ants got closer, Zhao Wujī held his short sword tightly. His aura surged, causing his clothes to flutter in the nonexistent wind. As a master of the Grandmaster realm, Zhao Wujī could already project his inner energy outwards.
"Drink…………"
With a furious roar, Zhao Wuji waved the short sword in his hand. A gust of wind erupted, instantly scattering the swarm of insects and ants. However, they quickly regrouped.
And they were growing in number, with many members of the Protectorate already covered in these insects and ants. Because there were so many, and they were so small, these members of the Protectorate, despite their strength, were utterly unable to get rid of the creatures on their bodies.
But luckily, these insects aren't poisonous. Otherwise, the members of the Hufa Pavilion would have probably died from the poison by now.
"Master Zhao, step aside and let me go. Why force your subordinates to suffer any longer?"
At this moment, a voice from Dali Tou echoed within the darkness.
Zhao Wuji's face was grim, his short sword whirling countless times in his hand, but every time he dispersed the insects and ants, they would immediately gather together again. At this moment, Zhao Wuji could already feel the weakness in his body.
But looking at the subordinates who were in pain and rolling on the ground, Zhao Wuji felt extremely distressed!
"Insects and ants are afraid of fire. Master Zhao wouldn't not know that, would he?"

Just when Zhao Wuji was at his most desperate, a sudden voice rang out from behind him.
Zhao Wujī was startled and hurriedly turned his head back. He saw that it was Chen Píng who stood up from the ruins.
"Mr. Chen, you...you're not dead?"
Zhao Wujie was full of surprise.
"Dead?" Chen Ping smiled calmly. "You wouldn't think I'd die so easily, would you?"
"No, no, no, I know Mr. Chen definitely wouldn't die…"
Zhao Wuji's face was filled with excitement, Chen Ping is after all a cultivator, how could he possibly die so easily?
And that Dali head, looking at Chen Ping who was unscathed, was completely dumbfounded. His eyes were filled with disbelief!
Even if Chen Ping hadn't died, that punch would have been enough to break his bones. And his fist was laced with poison just now. Chen Ping shouldn't be able to move even if he didn't die from the blow, he should be poisoned. But right now, Chen Ping is standing in front of him like nothing happened.
"This... This is impossible, how could you be unharmed?"
Dali's head looked at Chen Ping in disbelief and asked.
"With your little skills, you can't hurt me..."
Chen Ping smiled coldly.
Dali glared at Chen Ping, whose face was full of sarcasm. He was almost driven mad!

Zhao Wujie then commanded loudly.
Soon, the people from the Protectorate's Pavilion began searching for anything that could be burned and set it alight. As the flames grew larger, countless insects and ants were killed and they all retreated in fear.
Having found a way to control these ants and insects, Chen Ping was also unharmed. Zhao Wuji's heart was filled with confidence, and he coldly looked at Dali Tou: "You can now surrender and avoid suffering, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude..."
Zhao Wujue's short sword was in his hand, his body suddenly trembled, and his momentum surged up. Zhao Wujue, whose energy had been exhausted, burst forth with endless fighting power at this moment.

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