A Light Touch

Rumble.

The fortress-shaped small flying vessel circled the sky, its flashing radiance seeming ready to reignite the dusk.

As the daylight dimmed, towering puppets fashioned from ironwood, copper pipes, spell patterns, talismans, and seal inscriptions descended from the flying vessel, surrounding the cultivator at the center whose entire body exuded demonic qi.

The man's demonic flames blazed fiercely. Under the Spirit Official Dharma Eye, he looked like a mass of black fire burning.

The flames surged into the heavens.

The armored law-enforcement cultivator watched him calmly and said, "Another one who has suffered qi deviation."

"Every man has the right to kill a demon!"

A fellow disciple beside him spoke coolly.

It was hard to say whether the losses caused by demons or Demon Cultivators were greater.

The reason was that demons lacked clear reason, so they brought disasters visible to the naked eye. Ordinary Demon Cultivators, however, possessed their wits. They understood the rules and knew whom they could provoke and whom they could not.

Still, without any clear sign, few would investigate a Demon Cultivator's secrets.

As the words fell, the radiance of the small flying vessel in the sky intensified. Its formation descended from above like a mountain, crushing down hard upon the demon's raging demonic flames.

The demon tried to strike back, only to meet the armored cultivator's flying sword. In the blink of an eye, his head had been severed from his body.

The flying vessel and the armored cultivators then departed with the demon's corpse.

Only then did Heavenly Mechanism City's rescue forces arrive.

The flying vessel swept overhead.

The Overseer stared grimly at the cultivator in black-and-red Daoist robes. His lips twitched before he finally cupped his hands and said, "Who might you be, Fellow Daoist? Why are you meddling in matters