"Where is Jing Lengbei?" Mo Wuji didn't answer the woman's question, but directly asked about Jing Lengbei.

"Bring her up." The gray-robed woman replied coldly, then waved her hand.

A cross was lifted up from behind. A woman covered in blood hung her head, nailed to the cross. Her hands and feet were nailed apart, just like the character '大' (big).

Jing Lengbei... Mo Wuji's eyes turned cold. He had guessed that the other party wouldn't use gentle methods to force Jing Lengbei to reveal the whereabouts of the sea chart, but he didn't expect her to be directly nailed to the cross.

"Don't worry, she still has a breath left. The nail in her neck slightly deviated from her throat. Of course, that's all she has. Let me tell you something else, Wuchang Wushuang is not a place where anyone can come as they please. Men, capture them alive..." The female leader's tone was devoid of emotion.

"Second Sister..." Hua Xuan screamed, and the eight people behind her were about to rush forward.

Mo Wuji took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his heart, and said calmly, "Hua Xuan, stay where you are and form a formation. We can kill more of them. If you rush up, you will be minced into meat paste."

The most prudent way to deal with ten people being attacked by ten thousand was, of course, to shoot arrows together. If they shot arrows together, even Mo Wuji would probably find it difficult to resist. But this woman called Wushuang actually wanted to capture them alive; she was too self-righteous.

Ten thousand people sounded impressive, but when it came to capturing ten people alive, only a few hundred could really play a role.

"Yes." Hua Xuan also calmed down. She knew that rushing into the bandits out of sheer impulse would be like delivering food. Mo Wuji was right; they could only kill enough to make it worthwhile by forming a formation.

"Kill!" The black mass of bandits surged up, and their momentum alone was enough to make ordinary people tremble and lose their will to fight.

Even though Hua Xuan and the other nine were prepared to die, their legs still trembled when faced with the simultaneous onslaught of ten thousand people. Even Hua Xuan didn't think Mo Wuji could turn the tide. Killing a few hundred was one thing, but thousands were a completely different concept. The thought of ten thousand bandits pressing down together was terrifying.

Mo Wuji took a deep breath, and his hands suddenly rose, then transformed into a series of ethereal shadows, leaving no trace.

One hundred and one meridians operated simultaneously, and one blade after another was formed.

These formed blades were sent out by him one after another. To true cultivators, Mo Wuji's blades might only be able to tear clothing at most. But to these ordinary mortal bandits, each blade was a death warrant.

"Puff, puff..." Sprays of blood mist erupted.

The black mass of bandits seemed to be facing a wall of Mo Wuji's blades, falling like wheat being harvested. At the beginning, Mo Wuji's blade wall hadn't formed a sense of layering, but later, the blade wall directly formed a sense of layering. No matter how many bandits surged forward, they couldn't cross the line.

No Detachment Mortal cultivator could do what Mo Wuji did, simultaneously condensing so many blades to form a blade wall. But Mo Wuji had an unimaginable one hundred and one meridians, including two energy storage meridians.

The air became thick with the stench of blood, and the rolling blood mist was nauseating. No matter how ruthless the bandits were, they couldn't endure this blade wall that reaped lives. The black mass of bandits that had been pressing forward began to stir, and some even wanted to retreat.

But Mo Wuji's blade wall was constantly moving. Whether they advanced or retreated, anyone who stood in front of the blades was sure to die.

After a brief daze, Wushuang finally understood. Mo Wuji's strength far exceeded her expectations. He was definitely a powerhouse from the cultivation world. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't contend with a powerhouse from the cultivation world.

"Shoot arrows, everyone shoot arrows..." Wushuang finally understood that she couldn't capture Mo Wuji alive and began to scream frantically.

"Boom!" A thunderclap exploded in her chest, and Wushuang fell directly onto the back of her mount. The armor on her chest had saved her life. Mo Wuji was too strong for her, and even with the armor protecting her, she was still seriously injured.

Despite her serious injuries, the woman was still frantically roaring, ordering them to shoot arrows.

The bandits were already restless, and after Wushuang fell onto her mount, they became even more chaotic. Many bandits began to scatter and flee, but countless arrows still flew towards Mo Wuji's side.

Mo Wuji's eyes immediately revealed a solemn expression, and he raised his hand and summoned a long sword. The long sword created screens of sword light, blocking the thousands of arrows. But Mo Wuji wasn't a sword cultivator. His only sword technique was the Invisible Sword, which consumed a lot of energy and couldn't defend against attacks from a large area.

"Thump, thump..." Two sounds of falling from mounts came from behind. Mo Wuji knew that at least two of his companions had been seriously injured.

Seeing more and more arrows, Mo Wuji knew that he couldn't continue like this. If he did, he would be fine, but Hua Xuan and the others would all die.

Another Thunderclap from Thin Air was unleashed, this time directly striking Wushuang's mount. Wushuang was stronger than Wuchang, but even so, she was only at the Spiritual Building Realm.

"Boom!" With a blast, Wushuang and her horse were reduced to a bloody mist. The sound of her frantically ordering them to shoot arrows came to an abrupt end. Her life had been reaped by Mo Wuji's Thunderclap from Thin Air.

With Wushuang's death, the bandits became even more chaotic and scattered in all directions. Some bandits who knew they couldn't escape simply knelt on the side to show their surrender. As for the black mass of arrows that had been flying over, they disappeared.

Mo Wuji stopped the slaughter, and he sighed in his heart. No matter how powerful, bandits were still bandits.

A lean man began to retreat cautiously. It was Du Shi (Poisonous Scorpion), whom Hua Xuan had mentioned earlier. He wanted to retreat into the crowd of bandits. He had just taken a few steps when two wind blades directly took away his legs.

Mo Wuji turned to look at Hua Xuan, who still had her mouth open and seemed dazed, and said, "Go gather those bandits who can still be used. Kill those who are utterly vicious. I'll go see Lengbei."

The two people who had fallen from their mounts on Hua Xuan's side had now stood up again. Mo Wuji looked at them. Their injuries weren't too serious, and Mo Wuji didn't give them any pills.

As for stopping the slaughter, it wasn't that he didn't want to kill all these bandits. He also knew that these bandits were utterly vicious, and most likely deserved their fate.

But Mo Wuji really didn't want to kill anymore. This one-sided slaughter wouldn't do him any good for his future cultivation. Even among the most vicious bandits, there were innocent people.

"..." Hua Xuan finally woke up and said in a trembling voice, "Okay."

This was the first time she had felt the power of a cultivator, and she finally understood why her eldest and third sisters had risked their lives to go overseas to find immortal abodes. If she had known how terrifying cultivators were earlier, she would have gone with her eldest sister.

Just like her eldest sister said, people should have their own pursuits in life. What was her pursuit?

Hua Xuan looked at the countless bandits kneeling on the ground and those scattering in all directions, and suddenly shouted loudly, "Raise the banner of my Three Charming Hunters! Avenge our Second Sister!"

"Avenge our Second Sister!" The eight people behind Hua Xuan shouted loudly at the same time and charged into the bandits along with Hua Xuan.

Faced with Mo Wuji's terrifying slaughter, even the most powerful bandits couldn't muster the courage to continue fighting. What's more, Wuchang and Wushuang had already been killed? Faced with a cultivator, they weren't even ants.

Seeing that Hua Xuan had found her rhythm, Mo Wuji stopped paying attention to her and landed directly beside Jing Lengbei.

If it could be said that life was worse than death, Jing Lengbei was indeed in a state worse than death. The clothes on her body were stuck to her flesh, and there were brown scabs everywhere. More than a dozen long nails pinned her whole body to the cross. If Mo Wuji wasn't a cultivator, he wouldn't have been able to feel her faint heartbeat.

Mo Wuji took out two pills and fed them into Jing Lengbei's mouth, then raised his hand and pulled out all the nails from her body.

Catching Jing Lengbei as she collapsed, Mo Wuji fed a few more pills into her mouth.

But soon Mo Wuji knew that he couldn't save Jing Lengbei.

Mo Wuji had spiritual will and was also an earth-grade alchemist. He could tell that Jing Lengbei's primordial spirit was beginning to dissipate, which meant that Jing Lengbei was about to die.

Were there any pills that could gather a dissipating primordial spirit?

That's right, he had a Limitless Soul-Sustaining Flower.

The Limitless Soul-Sustaining Flower was an eighth-grade treasure, more valuable than ordinary ninth-grade spiritual herbs. Any cultivator probably wouldn't casually take it out to save a mortal woman like Jing Lengbei.

But Mo Wuji didn't hesitate and directly took out the Limitless Soul-Sustaining Flower. Mo Wuji plucked a petal and put it into Jing Lengbei's mouth.

As soon as the petal of the Limitless Soul-Sustaining Flower entered Jing Lengbei's mouth, it turned into a cool, jade-like liquid that seeped into Jing Lengbei's body and disappeared.

Mo Wuji was about to pluck the second Limitless Soul-Sustaining Flower petal when he suddenly heard Jing Lengbei unconsciously murmur, "Eldest Sister, Third Sister, run..."

Mo Wuji was overjoyed. His spiritual will immediately landed on Jing Lengbei's body. This wasn't a last flash of life; it was because her dissipating primordial spirit was gathering.

There was no need to use the Limitless Soul-Sustaining Flower anymore. Mo Wuji carefully put away the Limitless Soul-Sustaining Flower. Previously, he only knew that the Limitless Soul-Sustaining Flower was very precious, but he didn't have a concept of how precious it was. Now, a single petal of the Limitless Soul-Sustaining Flower had saved Jing Lengbei, whose primordial spirit was about to dissipate. Mo Wuji truly felt the value of this spiritual herb.

Jing Lengbei could become friends with Eleven Niang; she was indeed not a heartless person. Even when she was dying, she was worried about letting Eleven Niang and Mo Xiangtong escape. He hadn't saved the wrong person.

After feeding Jing Lengbei two more fourth-grade healing pills, Mo Wuji was certain that her life was no longer in danger. Next was a matter of long-term recuperation.

After saving Jing Lengbei, Mo Wuji realized that Hua Xuan had taken control of the situation in this short period of time. At least several thousand bandits were standing in front of her, waiting for her to speak.

Mo Wuji didn't go over. He knew that this was the most critical moment. If Hua Xuan didn't have the ability to completely control these bandits, it would be better to kill them all to avoid them turning against them later. He also wanted to see what Hua Xuan would do next.