Slaughtering the Changbai Taoist

Changbai Old Daoist looked at Jiang Dao in front of him with extreme shock. Suddenly, he forced out a sheepish smile and said, "Young Master Jiang truly possesses divine strength from birth. This old daoist is impressed..."

"What were you doing just now?"

Jiang Dao's tone was icy.

Changbai Old Daoist'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 Changbai Old Daoist.

Changbai Old Daoist felt uncomfortable under his gaze and took two steps back. "What is Young Master Jiang doing? This old daoist is also doing this for your own good. Does Young Master Jiang suspect this old daoist? This old daoist has done so much for your Jiang family during this time..."

"Daoist, actually, I've always wanted to know the true methods of you spirit removers. Please, Daoist, enlighten me tonight!"

"You..."

Changbai Old Daoist's expression changed.

BOOM!

Before he could react, Jiang Dao raised his hand and brought his palm down. His fan-sized, terrifying palm instantly slammed into Changbai Old Daoist's chest. His palm was a bloody red, filled with potent poison, and erupted with terrifying fluctuations.

POOF!

AH!

With just one palm strike, Changbai Old Daoist let out a scream, spewing blood, and his body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the distance.

The clothes on his entire upper body were blown apart, shattered by the power of Jiang Dao's technique.

Even his entire chest was caved in, a gruesome sight.

Jiang Dao's expression was cold as his sturdy body strode towards Changbai Old Daoist.

Now that he knew martial arts could kill Malevolent Spirits, there was no need to keep this Changbai Old Daoist alive!

This person!

Had just tried to harm him!

His intentions were punishable, and he had to be killed.

"Damn it..."

Changbai Old Daoist's voice was venomous, terrifying and ferocious. He staggered to his feet from the distance.

His entire upper body was completely bare, his skin stretched taut over bones, as if he had very little flesh. His chest was caved in by about four to five centimeters, and his mouth and nostrils were both bleeding. His eyes were chillingly terrifying, his long hair falling over his shoulders as he stared fixedly at Jiang Dao.

"No one has ever dared to harm me before. You little thing, I'm going to slice you into a thousand pieces!"

His voice was filled with hatred as he roared.

He looked as if he were completely unharmed.

"That's exactly what I want. I want to slice you, Daoist, too!"

Jiang Dao, his body sturdy, strode forward.

Changbai Old Daoist suddenly wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes icy. His body suddenly lunged ferociously at Jiang Dao.

Jiang Dao also charged forward, swinging his massive fists, smashing them directly.

BOOM!

The sound rumbled, and waves of air rolled.

The two bodies collided fiercely in mid-air, even more ferociously than when Jiang Dao had clashed with the Malevolent Spirit before.

CRACK!

Suddenly, a crisp sound of bone breaking echoed.

Changbai Old Daoist let out a pained groan, his thin body sent flying backward again, crashing heavily into the distance. With a bang, he smashed through the entire wall behind him.

At the same time, Jiang Dao's body was also sent staggering back, retreating three steps before finally steadying himself.

He flexed his wrist, his eyes sharp as lightning.

"Is this Daoist's strength? It seems to be nothing special. If that's the case, this humble one is willing to send Daoist on his way!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Changbai Old Daoist, smashed in the distance, coughed up large amounts of blood, his face even more venomous.

The blood he spat out was not normal red, but a dark red color, emitting a foul stench, as if he were not a living person.

"Heh... hehe..."

Changbai Old Daoist's face suddenly contorted into terrifying smiles. "Interesting, truly interesting. To elevate mortal martial arts to this extent is truly rare. Young Master Jiang, since that's the case, this old daoist will let you know what a true spirit remover is!"

He slowly rose from the ground, staring at Jiang Dao. He suddenly raised his withered palm.

BOOM!

A ball of emerald green flame suddenly appeared in his palm, eerie and terrifying, only about the size of a fist, like ghost fire.

SWISH!

The ball of green ghost fire in his palm suddenly shot out, fiercely hurtling towards Jiang Dao's body.

Jiang Dao's eyes sharpened, and he instantly sensed a great danger, every hair on his body standing on end.

Near this strange ghost fire, he seemed to sense a trace of death's aura!

Jiang Dao quickly retreated, and suddenly grabbed a stone stool, throwing it directly at the ball of ghost fire.

However, as soon as the stone stool touched the ghost fire, it was instantly vaporized, turning into a pile of dust.

Although the ghost fire vaporized the stone stool, its light also shrank considerably, from the size of a fist to the size of an egg.

Jiang Dao quickly grabbed other stone stools and continued to throw them at the ghost fire.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Three stone stools were thrown in succession.

All three stone stools were vaporized by the ghost fire, instantly turning to ash.

In the end, the ball of ghost fire was completely extinguished.

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

But Jiang Dao directly grabbed the stone table in front of him and hurled it fiercely at Changbai Old Daoist.

"Young Master Chang, let's talk this over..."

Boom!

Ah!

A scream rang out. Changbai Old Daoist's body was struck by the stone table, sent flying backward, smashing through the wall, and flying out of the courtyard.

Jiang Dao immediately charged forward, sweeping his hands to break through the wall, and instantly appeared before Changbai Taoist. He grabbed the latter's long hair and smashed him fiercely against the wall to the side.

With a bang, the wall collapsed. Changbai Taoist screamed, his body stuck in the wall. Jiang Dao dragged him from one side of the wall to the other, making rumbling sounds.

"Young Master Chang, spare my life!"

Changbai Taoist spat blood, shouting in terror.

Just then!

Sounds echoed from afar.

Pang Lin, Fang Biao, Wang Xing, and others who were guarding other areas looked astonished. They rushed over with their weapons.

Even Jiang Dao's father, Jiang Dalong, appeared in a hurry from a distance.

When everyone appeared and saw the scene, their faces immediately changed.

"Young Master!"

"It's the Young Master!"

Pang Lin, Fang Biao, and others exclaimed in shock.

"Dao'er..."

Jiang Dalong exclaimed.

The Jiang Dao before them was truly terrifying.

His muscles bulged, veins stood out, and his aura was frightening. His large arms, waist, and thighs looked like they were covered in huge tumors.

He grabbed Changbai Old Daoist's forehead, his five fingers digging deeply into the old man's skin, blood gushing out. Changbai Old Daoist let out screams of pain as his entire body was ripped from the wall as if it weighed nothing.

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

Jiang Dao turned his head to look at Jiang Dalong, Pang Lin, and the others, forcing a smile. "I'm just playing with the Daoist!"

"Master Jiang, spare my life!"

Changbai Old Daoist's face was in pain, covered in blood, and he wailed in terror.

Jiang Dalong took a deep breath, deeply shocked.

Was this still his son?

What kind of fortuitous encounter had Dao'er stumbled upon?

This was too terrifying!

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

Jiang Dao said.

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

Jiang Dalong repeatedly agreed and quickly led his men away.

In the courtyard.

Jiang Dao's eyes were icy. His fingers tightly gripped the old Daoist's skull, causing black blood to flow from the old man's entire face. In immense pain, he stared at the old Daoist and said, "Daoist, give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you!"

"Yes, yes, I have one!"

Changbai Taoist said quickly, his eyes filled with extreme fear.