This was an innocent van driver.
Seeing this, Daoist Qingshan was the first to speak:
"Don't do anything reckless!"
Daoist Qingshan was a true ascetic cultivator, devoted to saving the world and helping the people.
At his shout, Master and the others did not move, and Mao Jing stopped as well.
Only Master was itching to make a move. If Daoist Qingshan had not shouted, he might really have charged in and beaten the Nine Corpse Daoist to death.
Third Master immediately spoke:
"Nine Corpse Daoist, you can't escape!"
The Nine Corpse Daoist narrowed his eyes.
"A Mountain City accent. With cultivation like this, you must be the real Building Guardian, right?"
Third Master did not answer, merely saying coldly:
"Tonight, you will die!"
The Nine Corpse Daoist burst out laughing at those words. But once he was done laughing, a venomous expression appeared on his face as he suddenly looked toward me.
Pointing the curved blade in his hand at me as I climbed out of the pond, he said:
"If it weren't for that brat, you would be the ones dying tonight!
What a Building Guardian. Turns out you're no different from us.
You cultivate evil arts and practice wicked techniques.
Let me leave, or I'll kill this innocent driver!"
With that, he stuck out his tongue and licked the driver's face.
It was utterly disgusting...
"Fuck you, let him go already! You have nowhere to run..."
"Stop talking nonsense. If you dare come any closer, I'll still kill him!"
As he spoke, his other hand clamped around the innocent driver's neck, his fingernails piercing into the flesh.
Everyone frowned at the sight.
We could not let the evil Daoist go, but neither could we stand by and watch an innocent man die before our eyes.
Even with