Smack!
A loud crack echoed through the empty, dilapidated main hall, dull yet crisp.
The largest Man-Eating Fetus, covered in tumors, flew backward at incredible speed like a baseball that had been hit.
It slammed viciously into a thick red-painted wooden pillar. Its body bounced twice like a dead fish before sliding down the pillar and collapsing onto the floor, leaving behind a dark green, viscous smear.
The entire main hall fell into deathly silence.
The half-smoked cigarette hanging from Huang Yaozu's lips dropped to the floor, and his jaw nearly dropped with it.
Behind him, Li Guoqiang's eyes widened. He gripped his service pistol tightly, forgetting even to breathe.
Uncle Feng had just been explaining how heavy this thing's resentment was and how it was immune to the Five Elements. Yet before he could even set up his formation, it had been sent flying by a rusty metal folding chair?
"This counts as exorcism?"
Huang Yaozu's voice was dry as he asked Uncle Feng—or perhaps himself.
Leon adjusted the monocle that had slipped to the tip of his nose, looking perfectly justified. "Of course not. This is physical salvation."
Uncle Feng's face darkened like the bottom of a pot.
He had cultivated the Dao for decades and seen all kinds of unorthodox methods, but this was the first time he had seen someone swing a folding chair!
What was even more outrageous was that it had actually worked!
Li Dan stood to the side, holding a disposable cup he had somehow found, and silently took a sip of water.
Was Hong Kong Island's exorcism system a little too freewheeling?
However, the brief calm was quickly shattered.
The Man-Eating Fetus that had been struck away was not dead.
Its head twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees in an