Slaughtering Taoist Changbai

Old Daoist Changbai stared at Jiang Dao before him in utter shock. Suddenly, he forced out an embarrassed smile. "Eldest Young Master truly possesses innate divine strength. This old Daoist admires you deeply..."

"What were you doing just now?"

Jiang Dao's tone was icy.

Old Daoist Changbai's expression stiffened. "This old Daoist was searching for the Malevolent Spirit."

"Is that so? Then why did you throw powder at me?"

Jiang Dao pressed toward Old Daoist Changbai.

Old Daoist Changbai felt deeply uncomfortable under his gaze and took two steps back. "What is Eldest Young Master doing? This old Daoist did it for your own good. Could it be that Eldest Young Master suspects this old Daoist? This old Daoist has done so much for your Jiang Family during this time..."

"Daoist, I have always wanted to know the true methods of you Spirit Eliminators. I hope Daoist will enlighten me tonight!"

"You..."

Old Daoist Changbai's expression changed.

Boom!

Before he could react, Jiang Dao raised his hand and brought it down. His terrifying palm, as large as a cattail fan, slammed into Old Daoist Changbai's chest in an instant. His palm was scarlet and steeped in deadly poison, erupting with wave after wave of terrifying force.

Splurt!

Ah!

With a single palm strike, Old Daoist Changbai let out a miserable scream and spat blood wildly. His body flew backward on the spot and crashed heavily into the distance.

The clothes over his entire upper body exploded apart, pulverized inch by inch by that tyrannical force.

Even his whole chest had caved in, a sight too horrible to bear.

Jiang Dao's face was cold as he strode toward Old Daoist Changbai with his massive body.

Now that he knew martial arts could kill Malevolent Spirits, there was even less reason to let Old Daoist Changbai live!

This man!

Had just tried to harm him!

His heart deserved condemnation. He had to die.

"Damn it..."

Old Daoist Changbai's voice was venomous. His expression was savage and terrifying as he staggered to his feet in the distance.

His entire upper body was bare. He was skin and bones from head to toe, as though he did not have a few ounces of flesh on him. His chest had sunk inward by four or five centimeters. Blood streamed from his mouth and nostrils, while his eyes were icy and dreadful. With his hair hanging loose over his shoulders, he stared fixedly at Jiang Dao.

"No one has ever dared to injure me. Little bastard, I'll slice you into a thousand pieces!"

He roared in hatred.

He looked as though nothing had happened at all.

"Just what I wanted. I also want to flay Daoist alive!"

Jiang Dao strode forward with his towering frame.

Old Daoist Changbai abruptly wiped the blood from his mouth. His gaze turned cold as he suddenly lunged fiercely at Jiang Dao.

Jiang Dao also charged forward, swinging his enormous fist and smashing it straight at him.

Boom!

The sound thundered, and airwaves rolled outward.

Their bodies collided viciously in midair, even more violently than when Jiang Dao had crashed into the Malevolent Spirit before.

Crack!

Suddenly, a crisp sound of shattering bones rang out.

Old Daoist Changbai groaned miserably. His frail body flew backward once more and slammed into the distance with a bang, smashing the entire wall behind him to pieces.

At the same time, Jiang Dao was forced back as well. He retreated three steps before finally steadying himself.

He rolled his wrist, his gaze sharp as lightning.

"So this is Daoist's strength? It seems it is nothing more than this. Since that is the case, I am willing to send Daoist on his way!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Taoist Changbai crashed into the distance, coughing up blood in great mouthfuls. His expression became even more venomous.

The blood he spat out was not normal red. It was blackish-red, carrying a stench of decay, as though he were not among the living.

"Heh... hehehe..."

Old Daoist Changbai suddenly forced a terrifying smile onto his face. "Interesting, truly interesting. It is rare indeed to see someone train the martial arts of ordinary mortals to such a level. Eldest Young Master, since that is the case, this old Daoist will show you what a true Spirit Eliminator is!"

He slowly rose from the ground and stared at Jiang Dao. His withered hand suddenly lifted.

Boom!

A ball of jade-green flame abruptly appeared in his palm. It was eerie and terrifying, only the size of a fist, like ghostfire.

Whoosh!

The green ghostfire in his palm suddenly shot out, streaking viciously toward Jiang Dao's body.

Jiang Dao's gaze sharpened. He instantly sensed an immense crisis, and every hair on his body stood on end.

Before that strange ghostfire, he seemed to sense a wisp of deathly aura!

Jiang Dao hurriedly retreated. He suddenly grabbed a stone stool and hurled it straight at the ghostfire.

Yet the instant the stone stool touched the ghostfire, it was vaporized and turned into a cloud of powder.

Although the ghostfire vaporized the stone stool, its glow shrank drastically as well, going from the size of a fist to the size of an egg.

Jiang Dao quickly seized more stone stools and continued hurling them at the ghostfire.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

He threw three stone stools in succession.

All three stone stools were vaporized by the ghostfire, instantly turning into ashes.

In the end, that ball of ghostfire was completely extinguished as well.

Old Daoist Changbai's face filled with horror. He coughed up another mouthful of blood and immediately turned to flee.

But Jiang Dao grabbed the stone table before him and hurled it viciously at Old Daoist Changbai.

"Eldest Young Master, we can talk this over..."

Boom!

Ah!

A scream rang out as Old Daoist Changbai was struck head-on by the stone table. He flew backward violently, smashed through the wall, and was sent flying out of the courtyard.

Jiang Dao immediately charged after him. With a sweep of both hands, he smashed apart the wall and instantly appeared before Taoist Changbai. He grabbed the other man by his long hair and smashed him viciously into a wall to the side.

With a boom, the wall collapsed. Taoist Changbai screamed as his body became wedged in the wall. Jiang Dao dragged him along, smashing him from one side of the wall all the way through to the other amid rumbling crashes.

"Eldest Young Master, spare my life!"

Taoist Changbai spat blood and cried out in terror.

Just then!

A series of commotions came from the distance.

Pang Lin, Fang Biao, Wang Xing, and the others, who had been guarding elsewhere, rushed over with weapons in hand, their faces filled with alarm.

Jiang Dao's father, Jiang Dalong, also hurried over from afar with a worried expression.

When everyone arrived and saw this scene, their expressions changed at once.

"Young Master!"

"It's Young Master!"

Pang Lin, Fang Biao, and the others cried out in shock.

"Dao'er..."

Jiang Dalong cried out in alarm.

The Jiang Dao before them was simply too terrifying.

His entire body was covered in muscles and bulging veins, his presence horrifying. His enormous arms, waist, abdomen, and thighs looked as though massive tumors had grown all over them.

They saw him seize Old Daoist Changbai by the forehead, his five fingers sinking deeply beneath the old Daoist's skin. Blood poured down as Old Daoist Changbai wailed in agony. His whole body was yanked from the wall as though he weighed nothing at all.

"Father, Master Pang, you're here!"

Jiang Dao turned his head toward Jiang Dalong, Pang Lin, and the others, forcing out a smile. "I'm having a little fun with Daoist!"

"Master Jiang, spare my life!"

Old Daoist Changbai's face twisted in pain. Covered in blood, he howled in terror.

Jiang Dalong drew a deep breath, his heart shaken to its core.

Was this still his son?

What kind of opportunity had Dao'er encountered?

This was far too terrifying!

"Father, Master Pang, go back first. I'll come find you later!"

Jiang Dao said.

"Alright, alright. Dao'er, be careful!"

Jiang Dalong answered repeatedly and hurriedly led everyone away.

In the courtyard.

Jiang Dao's eyes were ice-cold. His five fingers tightly gripped the old Daoist's skull, making black blood flow down the old Daoist's entire face. The old Daoist was in unbearable agony. Jiang Dao stared at him and said, "Daoist, give me one reason not to kill you!"

"Yes, yes, I have one!"

Taoist Changbai was terrified beyond measure and hurriedly spoke.