Interrogation

"Zhang Wan Long, prepare to die!"

Rage.

Rage that soared to the heavens!

Grief, regret, unwillingness, and hatred transformed into a blazing inferno of fury.

He was vexed.

Why had he been afraid back then?

If he had risked death to kill Zhang Wan Long that day, then none of this would have happened.

He hated Zhang Wan Long, but he hated himself even more.

If he hadn't investigated this matter, would this outcome have occurred?

Unfortunately, there were no "ifs" in this world.

Nor was there any medicine for regret.

If he didn't investigate, if he didn't avenge his friend, he wouldn't be Li Qing Feng.

Using people as medicine was a crime punishable by ten thousand deaths!

It was only because he lacked the power to resist back then that this tragedy occurred.

Li Qing Feng surged with Magic Power and charged into the central hall of the Prefectural Manor.

Hundreds of black-armored Soldiers stood in formation, ready for battle.

All had their strong crossbows drawn.

The moment he saw Li Qing Feng, Zhang Wan Long's eyes turned bloodshot, and his face became contorted.

He roared furiously.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

When enemies met, their eyes turned red with hatred.

Both had reasons to kill the other.

The strong crossbows fired.

Hundreds of crossbow bolts formed a rain of arrows, like a large net enveloping Li Qing Feng.

Strong crossbows and powerful bows were vital national assets.

If civilians were found to possess even parts, they would be charged with treason.

Because the lethality of these weapons was indeed extraordinary.

A graze would wound, and a wound would be fatal.

A single volley could make even the most renowned experts in the martial world perish under the military formation wielding bows and crossbows.

Even though Li Qing Feng was a Qi Refiner, he was only at Qi Condensation First Layer now.

If he were hit by this volley, he would also die in the crossbow formation.

Li Qing Feng no longer held back. The three-foot Venerable Soul Banner transformed into a ten-foot banner, its surface flapping fiercely.

He swung the Venerable Soul Banner violently, and the massive Soul Banner blocked Li Qing Feng's path.

How could a High-Grade Magic Tool be breached by mortal arrows?

The huge surface of the Venerable Soul Banner didn't need to block all the arrows; it only needed to protect the arrows aimed at Li Qing Feng.

The volley failed to achieve its objective.

The black-armored Soldiers were instantly bewildered.

In their eyes, this was the work of an Immortal.

They were now opposing an Immortal.

Along with despair, their morale began to plummet rapidly.

Li Qing Feng was completely unharmed under the protection of the Venerable Soul Banner. He shook the Venerable Soul Banner, and the Red-Haired Evil Ghost crawled out from within.

The Evil Ghost was over seven feet tall.

It was two or three heads taller than even the strongest black-armored Soldiers.

Its red hair was disheveled, and there were two protruding bumps about an inch above its eyebrow bones, looking like fleshy horns.

Dark green, knotted muscles were attached to its large skeletal frame.

It had a green face and a solemn expression, with no visible fangs.

Its crimson ghost eyes looked down upon everyone, and a fierce Malice surged forth.

Just seeing this ferocious Evil Ghost was enough to scare all the black-armored Soldiers out of their wits.

The moment Tu Shan Jun stepped out of the Venerable Soul Banner, he charged directly towards Zhang Wan Long.

He didn't have much time left; he had to defeat the enemy in one blow.

Zhang Wan Long suddenly stood up, drew the precious sword from his waist, his expression resolute.

"Kill this man, and you will be promoted and rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver!"

"This old man will take him as an adopted son, and entrust all my family's property to him."

Wealth moves the heart.

Heavy rewards bring forth brave men.

Zhang Wan Long had only one son, and now that his only son was dead, he even promised that an adopted son could inherit all his family property.

Immediately, this ignited the hundreds of black-armored soldiers.

They were invigorated once more.

Forming a military formation, their armor clashing, they created a human wall.

Tu Shan Jun strode forward with great speed, sweeping out with one strike.

Boom.

A force as powerful as a battering ram was unleashed, smashing into the military formation.

The dozen or so black-armored soldiers at the very front died instantly.

Those in the middle layer were caught by the force, spitting out blood, their bodies unable to bear it.

Even the black-armored soldiers at the very back were swept back several steps by this immense power.

Sweeping aside the crowd, Tu Shan Jun's ghost claw went straight for Zhang Wan Long's head.

"Clang!"

The ebony flying sword blocked Tu Shan Jun's attack.

This caused Tu Shan Jun to stumble two steps, missing the opportune moment.

Tu Shan Jun let out a sharp ghost howl, the barbed, folded fangs hidden in his mouth revealed.

"Roar!"

He opened his mouth and bit down.

"Bang." He bit into the young Immortal Master's arm.

The Daoist robe on the young Immortal Master was instantly pierced, and blood splattered.

However, it didn't bite through bone, only injured flesh and blood.

Spiritual light flickered, it should have been the light of a Spirit Talisman.

An unknown Spirit Talisman blocked Tu Shan Jun's attack.

Tu Shan Jun was furious; with his strength at Qi Condensation Fifth Layer, he actually didn't sever the opponent's arm.

A Qi Refiner's Magic Power inherently restrains Yin Soul Ghost Creatures.

Although he was a Master Soul Evil Ghost, he still belonged to the ghost category.

Coupled with the Qi Refiner's protective Spirit Talisman, being able to injure was already quite good.

Zhang Wan Long, who was protected behind the young Immortal Master, felt no sense of surviving a disaster.

Only a heart full of suppressed hatred.

He wasn't afraid of death.

Even when facing a fierce ghost, he wasn't afraid.

There was nothing left in this world that was worth being afraid of.

Although angry, Zhang Wan Long was not blinded by rage.

To catch the bandits, first catch the king.

As long as that black-clothed man was killed, the evil ghost would disappear.

Zhang Wan Long once again ordered his soldiers to kill Li Qing Feng.

The young Immortal Master's right arm trembled uncontrollably, hanging by his side, blood flowing down his arm onto the ground.

His face was pale, but he stood firm and did not retreat, holding his sword horizontally in front of him with his left hand.

The young man was very glad he had a life-saving Spirit Talisman.

But the shock in his heart was palpable.

The last time they met, this evil ghost was defeated by his sword and disappeared. He didn't expect that upon meeting again, it could actually bypass the Spirit Talisman and injure him.

The Five Directions Golden Light Talisman could withstand the full-force attack of a Qi Condensation Mid Stage cultivator.

Few Qi Condensation Mid Stage cultivators could break this Spirit Talisman; this evil ghost was truly astonishing.

Precisely because of this, he absolutely could not let that demonic cultivator leave.

Once the demonic cultivator escaped into the crowd, it would be troublesome to find him again.

Letting the tiger return to the mountain will only lead to endless future troubles.

Slaying demons and eradicating devils is today!

As long as he could drain the demonic cultivator's Magic Power, he would achieve victory.

Having made up his mind, the young man bit the tip of his tongue.

He held the blood in his mouth before spitting it onto the wooden sword.

The wooden sword shone brightly with Spiritual Light.

"Evil Ghost, die."

Tu Shan Jun also became serious; he had to quickly deal with this young Immortal Master.

Otherwise, once Li Qing Feng's Magic Power was depleted, they would be lambs to the slaughter.

Even if it meant exchanging injuries for a bloody path, he had to fight his way out.

"Roar."

Demonic Ape Will-Fixing Fist, Old Ape Hanging Seal.

Unleashed.

One person and one ghost became entangled in combat.

Sword light and Sword Qi whizzed past.

Small wounds appeared on Tu Shan Jun's body.

But at the same time, he also closed the distance with the young man.

"Five Spirits Sword Qi."

Holding the sword with one arm, he was ultimately weak in defense.

Tu Shan Jun, with a move of Old Ape Hanging Seal, took the Sword Qi head-on and struck the young Immortal Master's chest.

The young man gritted his teeth, but blood still spurted out, his body flickering with golden light, as if coated in a layer of gold dust.

The young Immortal Master's blood splattered onto him, making sizzling sounds.

Tu Shan Jun was also not feeling well. He was hit by the Sword Qi, and one of his crimson ghost eyes was blinded.

Black blood flowed down from the corner of his eye.

This, however, stimulated Tu Shan Jun's ferocity.

He ducked down and closed in again.

His arms were like horns raised in worship of the moon, erupting with a bang.

"Bang."

He rammed into the Immortal Master's chin, sending the young Immortal Master flying.

"Magic Power, it's disappearing."

Before Tu Shan Jun could press his advantage, he felt the Magic Power in his body was no longer abundant.

Looking back, Li Qing Feng was already surrounded by the black-armored Soldiers, struggling to hold on.

Li Qing Feng had more wounds on his body, but he didn't utter a sound, showing no intention of recalling Tu Shan Jun.

Tu Shan Jun charged into the army formation.

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, Soldiers fell with every punch and kick he unleashed.

He shielded Li Qing Feng at his side.

His left arm blocked all attacks, and his right arm continued the slaughter.

By this time, the young Immortal Master had recovered, and Zhang Wan Long behind him was completely unharmed.

Blood flowed from the wounds on Li Qing Feng's body, inflicted by blades and weapons, and his vision was already blurring.

"Why!"

He questioned sharply.

"Why are you helping him?"

"Zhang Wan Long used people as medicine to repair his son's foundational injuries."

"Such a Demonic Path act, why are you protecting him!"

The mournful voice made the young Immortal Master involuntarily stop.

He turned back in a daze and glanced at Zhang Wan Long, whose eyes were blood red.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

After a long while.

The young man's flickering gaze became firm again, and he said, "I am only here to guard Eight Directions City."

Li Qing Feng's remaining consciousness was not much, and he could faint at any moment.

Even so, he still clutched the spirit stone, his magic power fully supporting the Venerable Soul Banner.

Tu Shan Jun held Li Qing Feng and tilted his head slightly.

Only one ghost eye remained.

The one-eyed ghost was fierce and murderous, like a wounded beast.

Without a word, he leaped away, disappearing into the vast night.