Looking at the lifelike Red Wax Idol, Lu Yang's interest deepened. In his previous life, he had spent a full ten years studying the souls of Foundation Establishment True Persons.
It was precisely because of that that he could tell.
"May I ask which senior stands before me?"
Lu Yang cupped his hands and stared directly at the idol before him. In his eyes, a wisp of a Foundation Establishment soul was clearly hidden within the Red Wax Idol!
Yet the idol gave no reply, merely continuing in its own way. "Those who offend our lineage shall find even ten thousand deaths insufficient to redeem their sins!"
As the words fell, it took a step forward and vanished in an instant. The distance between it and Lu Yang was crossed in a single stride, its five fingers curling into a fist as it smashed down!
Lu Yang neither dodged nor retreated, throwing out a punch of his own.
At the sight, the black-robed Daoist was instantly overjoyed.
This Patriarch Statue was no ordinary item. It was a protective treasure only those holding high positions within the Tingyou Sect could obtain, one that guarded the body and defended the Dao.
Carrying it on one's person normally could greatly slow the rate at which one was devoured by Witch Ghosts. When necessary, one could summon the Patriarch's true spirit as he had now to suppress an enemy. Though it appeared to be made of red wax, a single punch could split mountains and shatter stones; no mortal body could withstand it.
Thus, in his eyes, Lu Yang was seeking his own death.
Boom!
The next moment, a thunderous explosion erupted between Lu Yang and the idol. Surging airwaves swept in every direction, and Lu Yang's body directly scattered apart.
Whoosh—!
Clouds rose