The Man in Black Who Suddenly Joined.

"I thought this useless waste had some stroke of fortune and acknowledged some super powerful master, but now it seems I was overthinking it!"

"Listen to my command, follow me to flatten this martial arts school. Other than that useless waste, leave no one else alive!"

Ao Qingcheng's icy cold voice rang out as she raised her long leg and strode towards the martial arts school step by step.

"Yes!"

Behind her, several black-robed experts also quickly moved, closely following Ao Qingcheng.

Just then, another black robe flashed over furtively like a rat, sneaking up behind them, seemingly wanting to join their group.

"You?"

This figure's appearance caused the last person walking in the group to see him, glare and be about to question, but before his voice could come out, he was slapped flying into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

After dealing with this person, the black-robed figure smoothly joined their ranks, then stuck out his chest and walked ahead with them in a righteous manner.

However, with such a huge change happening in the ranks, Ao Qingcheng and the others didn't notice at all, their faces still wearing confident smiles.

Soon, they had arrived at the entrance to the martial arts school.

Ao Qingcheng halted her steps, waved her jade hand, then swept her sharp gaze over the surroundings of the martial arts school.

Clearly.

She was not being careless at all. Even when they reached the entrance of the martial arts school, she still did not forget to scout around for anything out of the ordinary.

As her gaze fell upon the signboard, the last person in the ranks moved his head.

"Ababa!"

The voice rang out, and the powerful martial aura contained within the character Wu on the signboard vanished instantly, and the eighteen paintings of divine weapons also lost their effects.

Indeed.

The ordinary, unremarkable signboard failed to hold Ao Qingcheng's gaze for even a moment. Very quickly, she scanned the surroundings, nothing unusual at all.

"Ao Qing oh Ao Qing, I will see if you can still be so arrogant after I expose your lies right in front of you!"

She curled her lips disdainfully.

She was even more certain now that there were no masters inside this little martial arts school.

Thus, she beckoned to her subordinates behind her again, then took a step and entered the martial arts school.

The front hall.

Spacious and empty.

On both sides were eighteen paintings, Ao Qingcheng glanced at them, not noticing anything odd.

This front hall.

Held no more interest for her to linger.

"Ao Qing is inside, and there is also the aura of a human. Kill that human, I will control Ao Qing," Ao Qingcheng said coldly, her commanding voice ringing out.

Clearly.

Since she had already figured out the situation, she no longer had any interest in continuing to play games with Ao Qing.

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison. With Ao Qingcheng's order, the group swiftly rushed towards the back hall.

"Hehehe..."

Just then, one of the black-robed figures let out a mocking laugh.

Ao Qingcheng's brows furrowed slightly. Before she could find out who had made the sound, she felt a scorching and piercingly bright ray of light shining towards her.

She quickly turned her gaze there, and discovered a mirror hanging above their heads.

"Demon-Subduing Mirror?"

"How can there be a Demon-Subduing Mirror here, and it's even a saint-grade one!?"

Seeing this mirror, Ao Qingcheng's expression greatly changed. She hurriedly tilted her head away, not daring to look directly at the light shone by the mirror.

Because the Demon-Subduing Mirror had an absolute suppressive effect on demonic beasts like them.

But.

She had still underestimated the might of this mirror.

"Awoo, awoo, awoo!"

In less than half a breath's time under the illumination of this light, her black-clothed subordinates were suppressed into their true forms. They ran around crazily while letting out wails of anguish.

"What?"

Ao Qingcheng's expression changed drastically, but before she could flee, she felt her own body become chaotic under the light. After persisting for just one extra breath, she could no longer maintain her original form either, turning into a white Dire Wolf on the ground struggling in agony.

"Such powerful strength!"

Ao Qingcheng was extremely anxious, cold sweat dripping down her body. The suppressive power not only made it difficult for her to stand, she couldn't even open her mouth to issue commands to her subordinates.

"Awoo, awoo, awoo..."

"Hahahaha..."

While Ao Qingcheng and the others were desperately resisting the Demon-Subduing Mirror's power, one black-robed figure was hugging his stomach while standing on a stool, pointing at them and laughing loudly.

This person's appearance immediately attracted the hateful gazes of everyone present.

How dare a tiny little human mock their esteemed Dire Wolf clan? If not for being unable to unleash any strength under the Demon-Subduing Mirror now, they would surely devour this person's flesh and blood.

He's not one of us.

Who is he?

When did he get here?

Ao Qingcheng also stared fixedly at this black-robed man, her hateful gaze seeking to discern this person's origins even as she wondered.

But she did not detect any aura fluctuations from him.

"Hahaha, a bunch of trash still dares to glare at me!"

The black-robed man stood on the stool and hurled more insults, then jumped down and viciously kicked their butts, even landing a heavy kick on Ao Qingcheng.

This kick instantly made Ao Qingcheng feel utterly humiliated.

How could a tiny human dare to kick her like this?

How dare he?

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