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The cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm, standing on the back of the Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle, did not even spare him a glance.

The attack of a ninth-rank Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle was not something an ordinary person could withstand. Although a ninth-rank beast was equivalent to a cultivator at the Yuanzong realm in strength, beasts had formidable physical bodies and sharp attacks. When a cultivator of the same rank encountered one, it was uncertain who would win. Being struck by the Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle's lightning, one would be half crippled, and there was no need to pay attention.

However, at this moment, Shi Wuming, who had been struck by lightning, flipped over in mid-air and got up again, roaring angrily at Pei Qiyu: "It hurts like hell, do you know that?"

This time, even the gaze of the cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm, who did not take this group seriously, could not help but fall on him.

Shi Wuming jumped onto the flying boat, standing there. Although his hair was somewhat curled from the electricity, his face remained fair and tender, showing no signs of injury. He looked lively and energetic, not at all like someone who had been hit by the lightning of a ninth-rank Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle.

Pei Qiyu seemed completely unsurprised, smiling slightly with the corners of his mouth. "That's all you're good for, remember to guard the flying boat well."

Shi Wuming was about to protest when the Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle opened its mouth again, sending several bolts of lightning towards the flying boat.

He instinctively tried to dodge, but thinking of the flying boat beneath him, he had to endure it. His hair was curled by the electricity, yet he still shouted loudly, "Damn your ancestors, what kind of thing are you? Wait until I get back to the Seven Soul Sect, I'll kill both of you beasts!"

This curse included both the Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle and the cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm.

He cursed loudly, but the cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm was enraged.

The cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm sneered, "So you're a disciple of the Seven Soul Sect! Once I kill you and destroy your body, how will the Seven Soul Sect know it was my doing?"

As he spoke, he patted the Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle, giving it the order to kill without mercy, and leaped off its back.

Seeing the cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm about to attack the flying boat again, Pei Qiyu stepped forward without a word to block him.

The cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm glanced at him, saying disdainfully, "A middle-stage Yuanzong realm cultivator dares to act wildly before me?"

Pei Qiyu remained silent, suddenly summoning the Heaven-Palming Mirror.

The cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm felt a daze in his mind. When he regained his senses, cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, deciding to crush this group.

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Inside the flying boat, Wen Qiao and others also saw the situation outside, especially when Pei Qiyu used Shi Wuming to block the Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle's lightning. Seeing Shi Wuming still lively and cursing, Su Molan's eyes widened.

"How... how is that possible..."

She turned to Ning Yuzhou and Wen Qiao, only to find their reactions were very calm, as if they, like Pei Qiyu, were not surprised by Shi Wuming's monstrous physical strength.

Wen Qiao said, "When we met him at Bone Mountain, he was chased by skeletons but had not a single scratch on him. Later, in the Evil Spirit Abyss, he was grabbed by a ghost general and still came out unscathed. It shows how strong his physical body is."

Although he might seem useless at times, just that invulnerable physical body was Shi Wuming's greatest asset.

Su Molan was enlightened and also reflected inwardly, wondering if her observational skills were too weak, having missed such a detail.

At this moment, the battle outside had changed.

The Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle spread its wings and attacked the flying boat. Shi Wuming dodged clumsily, being hit several times by the metal-like wings of the Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle. Although he screamed in pain each time, he did not suffer any real injuries.

In contrast, Pei Qiyu's situation was much more dangerous.

To block the attack of the late-stage Emperor Yuan realm cultivator, Pei Qiyu even revealed his identity as a demon cultivator.

He summoned the Heaven-Palming Mirror, which required him to use it to fully restrain the late-stage Emperor Yuan realm cultivator. As a result, the mirror could no longer conceal the demonic aura emanating from his body, exposing it.

The cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm, who had been inadvertently attacked by the Heaven-Palming Mirror, was furious. Feeling the demonic aura from Pei Qiyu, he laughed mockingly, "A disciple of the Seven Soul Sect actually consorts with a demon cultivator. If this news spreads, the Seven Soul Sect will become a laughingstock across the continent."

Shi Wuming grabbed the wing of the Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle, hanging half on its body, and shouted in response, "Even a demon cultivator is better than a shameless bandit like you! A noble Emperor Yuan True Lord, doing such despicable deeds, robbing juniors, you should be ashamed, and so should your mother! Your cultivation is probably stolen, no wonder you look so despicable, lacking the dignity of an Emperor Yuan True Lord..."

His loud and forceful curses made the cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm's face twist in anger.

This cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm was a male cultivator, not ugly, even quite handsome, but being insulted like this, anyone would be angry.

In a fit of rage, he ignored Pei Qiyu restraining him and struck Shi Wuming with a palm from a distance.

Shi Wuming, tightly hugging the Golden-Winged Thunder Eagle, screamed as he was hit, dragging the eagle down with him into the forest below.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Pei Qiyu drove the Heaven-Palming Mirror to attack the cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm.

The Heaven-Palming Mirror transformed into a huge mirror, using it as a shield to smash the cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm out of the air. With a loud boom, a pit was formed in the forest below, two pits side by side, one large and one small.

Pei Qiyu also suffered backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

It was mutual damage among the three people and the eagle.

Su Molan's figure darted out from inside the flying boat, catching Pei Qiyu who was about to fall into the forest below, and asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"

Pei Qiyu's eyes showed a dark demonic nature, but when he saw her, the demonic nature receded somewhat. His face showed anger, and he said, "Didn't I tell you to escape quickly? Go now!"

Su Molan retorted, "Escape where? If we die, we die together, I won't leave!" Besides, who knows who will die in the end!

Pei Qiyu was stunned by her rare show of strength.

At this moment, a figure flew up from below, it was the cultivator at the Emperor Yuan realm who had been injured by the Heaven-Palming Mirror.