Fierce Ghosts Slaughter the City

Dignity only exists on the tip of a sword!

Mo Chuan realized, these village children are bullying this old man for being weak!

Since that's the case, he'll just have to show them what he's got.

"Wonderful! Discussing the Dao while seated is not as good as putting it into practice!"

The middle-aged Daoist priest who had initially reprimanded Mo Chuan slapped the table and stood up, cupping his hands as he said:

"This humble Daoist, Chong Xuzi, wishes to ask fellow Daoist for guidance on your profound Daoist magic!"

As his voice fell, the entire place erupted in commotion, many feeling quite moved.

If they could make a name for themselves here, perhaps they could reach the prefect's ears directly and gain boundless prospects.

Seeing that a magical duel was unavoidable, the Daoist priest Yi Qian, who had remained silent, spoke up:

"Please, both of you, remain calm!"

Yi Qian then turned and cupped his hands towards the crowd:

"It is my fortune that all of you could come today! As the saying goes, all who arrive are guests. If we are to discuss the Dao, why not find a propitious day and a beautiful location with flowing streams and elegant arrangements, suitable for both literary and martial pursuits? Wouldn't that be splendid?"

Yi Qian acted as a peacemaker.

He did want to see Mo Chuan's skills, but ultimately, this was his residence.

As the host, allowing guests to fight privately would not look good.

Furthermore, the old Daoist priest Yanzhen was already old and near death. Forget about a duel, he could die from just a fall, so why invite trouble?

"Fellow Daoist Yi Qian speaks wisely. I was too hasty!"

Chong Xuzi cupped his fists towards Daoist priest Yi Qian, then coldly eyed Mo Chuan, "Fellow Daoist Yanzhen, is there a better day than today? Why don't you come out with me now and we can have a match?"

Mo Chuan sneered, "This humble Daoist will certainly accompany you to the very end!"

As soon as his voice fell, shouts of surprise suddenly came from the courtyard.

Looking up, they saw several Daoist priests staring at the southwestern sky with expressions of astonishment.

Following their gaze, they saw a rolling black cloud, seemingly born from the edge of the horizon, appearing at the edge of the azure sky.

The black cloud was initially very narrow, but like a curtain being drawn, it rapidly advanced towards Changlan City, obscuring the sun and sky.

In the blink of an eye, the black cloud pressed down on the city, plunging the entire city into darkness, as if light itself had met disaster!

The Daoist priests and Buddhist disciples filling the courtyard looked at the overwhelming black cloud advancing with destructive force, their expressions grave, as if encountering an ill omen.

The citizens of Changlan City, who had been celebrating, also looked up at the sky with puzzled expressions.

Is it going to rain?

"Rumble—"

Amidst the booming thunder, the dark clouds parted, a gap appearing in the dense black clouds, through which golden light spilled down, revealing a blurry human figure.

The figure was clad in myriad rays of divine light, appearing as if a god had descended.

The citizens of the city fell silent at the sight, and then someone shouted, "A celestial being has appeared!"

Instantly, the city erupted in a frenzy, countless people prostrating themselves on the ground, worshipping without end.

The figure raised its hand.

The rolling black clouds that had been suppressing the city suddenly pulled downwards, stirring up black tornadoes that descended upon the mortal realm.

These tornadoes did not pick up flowers or grass, nor did they sweep up tiles and rubble. They only touched people, and like leeches in the mountains and rivers, they sucked blood and marrow. In just a moment, a living person was reduced to a dried corpse.

The people who had been kneeling in worship, seeing their friends and relatives turn into skeletons under the demonic wind, were instantly terrified to their core, their livers and gallbladders shattered.

"De-demon—"

"This isn't a celestial being, it's a monster!"

"Run!"

Panic spread throughout the city in an instant.

"Halt! What kind of evil creature dares to harm people in broad daylight?!"

An angry roar came from Yi Qian's Residence.

—It was Chong Xuzi!

As soon as his voice fell, he secretly formed a hand seal, and golden light erupted from his hand, with several talismans shooting up into the sky!

Seeing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

They had all witnessed the treatment Yi Qian received, and they only regretted that it wasn't them who had slain the demon last night!

Now, another great demon was causing trouble.

How could this not make them happy? How could they not be envious?

As for the imposing presence of the great demon hovering in the sky, it had long been obscured by their desires.

Or rather, the Daoist priests and Buddhist disciples filling the courtyard had, unconsciously, instilled in them immense courage.

"Everyone, let's work together to slay demons and eradicate evil!"

A Daoist priest shouted.

"Fellow Daoist Yanzhen, you don't need to lift a finger, just watch!"

Someone, before the battle, couldn't resist making a snide remark, drawing laughter that eased the tension.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Streams of talisman light shot into the sky, illuminating the heavens under the oppressive dark clouds.

The great demon, seeing this, sneered. With a shift of its body, it dodged the talisman lights, letting them be swallowed by the dark clouds.

"Do mere talismans stand a chance of harming me?"

The great demon floating in the air, full of mockery, looked up and was about to summon its poisonous black smoke when suddenly, a flash of fire appeared before its eyes.

A talisman materialized out of thin air!

Before it could react, the talisman flashed, transforming into a green light that engulfed it.

"Heh heh, Daoist Priest, how did my Ghost Warding and Evil Slaying Talisman taste?"

Chong Xuzi chuckled coldly. The words were less for the great demon high in the sky and more for the fellow Daoists present.

However, before he could finish speaking, his expression changed drastically.

As the green light dissipated, the great demon remained suspended in the air, completely unharmed.

It suddenly looked down at Yi Qian's Residence, its entire body disintegrating into strands of black vengeful spirits, rushing towards the small courtyard.

At this moment, it understood that distance could no longer guarantee its safety.

In the face of mysterious Daoist magic, distance was actually a path to destruction. Once cursed, there would be no time to retaliate.

"This, this is a century-old ghost cultivator!"

Seeing the great demon turn into vengeful spirits, Chong Xuzi's face paled.

With his strength, he could barely handle a Jiazi-level great demon, let alone a century-old one?

No wonder it dared to act so recklessly in broad daylight?

It seemed that what was scorching hot like fire to ordinary ghosts, the blazing sun, had become a source of soul-refining energy for it!

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant, a ray of Buddhist light.

As Chong Xuzi turned pale with shock, Abbot Tianbao clasped his hands together and unleashed a demon-slaying seal.

At the same time, Daoist priests throughout the courtyard also displayed their skills, moving to intercept.

Only a very few, who were merely making up the numbers, turned pale with fright and fled in a panic.

Though this sounds like a lot, it happened in an instant.

In just a moment, the vengeful spirits had approached the courtyard, and streams of light also shot out from within.

Amidst grating collisions, some were annihilated, while others pierced through each other.

"Ah—"

In the courtyard, a Daoist priest fell victim and cried out in pain.

Before his companions could help, His eyes suddenly bled, and he grabbed the Seven Star Sword, slashing at his comrade beside him.

He had clearly been possessed by an evil spirit.

—The charging vengeful spirits were not the great demon's true form, but rather its avatars.

"I am here only for revenge! If you hand over the one who killed my descendant, I will let bygones be bygones."

Amidst the chaos, a tempting voice echoed.

"Such petty tricks, daring to sow discord and try to trick this Daoist priest?"

A Daoist priest from Yi Qian's Residence, who had remained silent, suddenly raised a Money Sword and chanted rapidly.

"Mother of Lightning, Father of Thunder, descend with divine power, speedily as the law commands!!!"

Crackle—

A bolt of lightning flashed from the oppressive dark clouds.

The black tornadoes, which had been licking at the essence of humanity, dissipated by nearly half.

"Rumble—"

A dull thunderclap sounded, and soon, a torrential downpour began.

The great demon never imagined that the dark clouds it had summoned with such effort would become the Thunder and Lightning deities for its opponent.

"Lightning, come!"

Daoist priest Yi Qian raised his sword and summoned!

Rumble!

Instantly, the torrential rain and lightning filled the sky, with crackling thunder like rolling chariots.

A dazzling bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking the Money Sword. From afar, it looked like a majestic celestial pillar reaching into the highest heavens.

"Go!"

Daoist priest Yi Qian locked onto the great demon with his spiritual energy, like lifting a pillar supporting the sky. He poured all his cultivation into it, slashing forward.

Instantly!

Thunder surged, light streaked, and the heavens and earth turned white.

When the light faded, under the rolling black clouds, the small courtyard was washed clean.

"It's done!"

Daoist priest Yi Qian muttered to himself. With a poof, he could no longer support himself and knelt on one knee.

As the saying goes:

The foremost of all techniques, the command of thunder!

This was by no means an ability an ordinary Daoist priest could wield.

The greatest reason Daoist priest Yi Qian could use it, besides his extraordinary cultivation method, was that he borrowed the power of the great demon.

It could be said that he would never be able to unleash this lightning strike again in his remaining life!

Of course, he paid a heavy price for it.

Fortunately… everything was over.

"Demonic wind… the demonic wind is still absorbing vital energy!"

Suddenly, a trembling voice echoed from the center of the field.

Daoist priest Yi Qian looked up and was struck as if by lightning. Overwhelmed with rage, he coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The oppressive black clouds still roiled and swept, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Tornadoes ravaged Changlan City.

Countless civilians were slaughtered, becoming food for the great demon and resources for its cultivation.

"It seems Changlan City is nothing special. If I had known this, why would I have sent ghost servants to control the walking corpses? It only wasted my cultivation time."

A cold voice came from the black clouds.

Vaguely, a green silhouette could be seen, leaping among the cloud peaks.

"...It's over!"

Daoist priest Yi Qian's face lost all its color.

The Daoist priests and Buddhist disciples filling the courtyard had ashen faces, as if they had lost their parents.

How could this be a hundred-year-old great demon?

It was clearly a Fifth Rank Ghost Immortal who had cultivated for three hundred years.

"Fellow Daoist Yi Qian, do you still remember when I said I was skilled at dealing with ghosts?"

Just as everyone fell into despair, an ancient voice echoed faintly.