The green-clothed boy subdued the white-faced old fox with one easy move, seized it in one hand and dragged it along, while casually carrying the palace-dressed woman's skin reeking of fox musk in the other. In the blink of an eye, offense and defense had switched places. Though the Fox Lady of Chaozhu Beach was far inferior to Prefect Shen in Daoist power, she was still a Rogue Immortal of the Outer Dao who had been famous for years. This showed just how vast the gap in strength was between them. The ghostly creatures and evil cultivators were so intimidated that each trembled in fear, as though treading on thin ice in the blazing heat of summer. They wanted to flee far away and leave this land of right and wrong for good, yet feared their Daoist power was insufficient, that their escape arts could not match a single offensive move from that old Immortal Master with a "boyish complexion," and that they would be killed on the spot. The female ghosts, already pale with terror, could only obediently lead the way ahead, truly feeling thorns at their backs. Meanwhile, the crowd from the illicit shrine at Chaozhu Beach followed behind with their own hidden schemes, all groaning inwardly. They had run into a hard bone to chew and could only rack their brains for a way out.
The old fox whose neck was being gripped immediately spoke in human words, begging the Immortal to spare its life again and again.
Chen Lingjun asked what it had done wrong. The old fox merely begged for mercy. Its inner sea of qi churned, its sinews and bones had gone limp, and it was nearly falling apart.
Chen Lingjun tightened his grip and lowered his head, asking coldly, "I asked you what