Upon finishing his words, he drew the iron flute from his waist and executed the "Mysterious Aural Acupuncture Technique," repeatedly striking toward Guo Xiangyu.
His body technique was extremely peculiar. Wherever the iron flute reached, the air twisted and emitted a sharp whistle, each strike carrying immense power, attempting to bring Guo Xiangyu to her death.
Guo Xiangyu gritted her teeth and snarled at her opponent, "Beast, I, Guo Xiangyu, wish I could devour your flesh and gnaw at your souls alive..."
Her voice was full of hatred, a hatred like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to consume these four fiends at any moment.
The bamboo knife in her hand danced tightly, trying to fend off the attack of two people.
Her eyes were firm, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with an indomitable light in the darkness.
A middle-aged scholar in white clothes, seeing the scene, gave a sly smile, a smile tinged with impatience, as if urging this game to end quickly.
