Slap in the Face! Crazy Slap in the Face!

Fei Luo knew that if his cultivation had not increased significantly today, even he would have found dealing with those zombies to be quite troublesome.

If they had been defeated, what fate would have awaited the people of Ren Family Town and his own companions?

The mere thought made his skin crawl.

"Master, that mysterious person must be nearby. We can use the Maoshan Spirit Seeking Technique to track him down." Fei Luo looked at Uncle Nine with a smile.

"Xiao Luo, cast the spell quickly. With your powerful magic, that thief will certainly not be able to escape," Uncle Nine nodded and said.

"Master, what about us?" Qiusheng and Wencai looked at Fei Luo and Uncle Nine, speaking up.

"You two stay here to watch the house. Xiao Luo and I will go."

"Yes, Master."

Fei Luo did not hesitate. He formed hand seals with one hand, and a wisp of magic condensed at his fingertips into a butterfly. The butterfly emitted a faint spiritual glow like a firefly, and with a flutter of its wings, it flew out of the courtyard.

"Master, he is to the west!" Fei Luo's eyes brightened; seeing the butterfly's trajectory, he instantly determined it was heading toward the West Suburb Wilderness.

The land west of Ren Family Town was all wilderness, too saline and alkaline for crops.

Uncle Nine nodded in surprise, "Xiao Luo, your cultivation has soared, and you cast Daoist arts with such ease. It truly makes me envious."

Hearing this, Fei Luo smiled gently, "Master, please don't tease your disciple. If not for your treatment, I would have been killed by evil ghosts long ago. Let us go."

Fei Luo was a man who repaid kindness. In truth, the original owner of this body had already died just before he transmigrated.

It was only because Uncle Nine had fought to save him that Fei Luo was brought back from the brink.

Otherwise, none of the events that followed would have occurred.

"Very well."

Uncle Nine nodded. The old man and the young man moved as light as swallows, leaping onto the rooftops and speeding toward the West Suburb Wilderness.

On the other side.

West Suburb Wilderness.

The gloomy man cast spell after spell, only to find that he had lost his connection to his zombies.

"What is going on? In less than a cup of tea, these zombies are all finished?" The gloomy man's eyes were filled with shock; he could not believe what was happening.

This time, he had brought out half of his power to wipe out Ren Family Town.

Four Iron Corpses at their peak should have been more than enough to deal with a mere Lin Jiu and his three disciples.

Yet, the reality defied his expectations; in just a moment, he could no longer sense the presence of those zombies.

Suddenly, the gloomy man saw a point of light drifting toward him in the night sky. It looked like a firefly, but its luster was far brighter.

At the same time, he saw two figures speeding through the darkness.

"So, they have come," the gloomy man whispered, tucking his magic tool into his cloth bag.

The arrivals were indeed Fei Luo and Uncle Nine.

Under the bright moonlight, Fei Luo and Uncle Nine reached a spot several hundred meters west of Ren Family Town in no time, spotting the man in black Daoist robes standing in the night.

"Lin Jiu?" The gloomy man's pupils constricted as he saw Uncle Nine and Fei Luo. He let out a sinister laugh, "I presume this is your prized disciple? Since you have destroyed my four precious Iron Corpses, you shall die today!"

As the gloomy man spoke, Uncle Nine and Fei Luo stared him down.

Uncle Nine's breath hitched. He looked at the blood-red pattern on the man's robes and gasped, "You... you are from the Corpse Raising Valley in the Miao Border? Such evil heretics deserve to be purged by all. I never expected you to dare show your face here."

Uncle Nine's voice was filled with disgust; he felt not a shred of kindness toward the man before him.

Among those who cultivate the Dao, there is a divide between righteous and evil.

Evil cultivators mostly commit heinous acts, but their cultivation grows rapidly—far faster than those of the righteous path.

Fei Luo raised an eyebrow, his face showing great surprise.

Foundation Establishment Peak Stage!

This man's cultivation was actually at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage, exactly the same as his own before he broke through.

Moreover, the man was reeking of evil energy, with his head shrouded in a thick, concentrated Sha Qi; he had likely stained his hands with countless lives.

This man could not be left alive.

Whoosh!

Just as Fei Luo was sizing up the gloomy man, the man launched his attack.

He moved like a ghost, his body turning into a blur as he lunged at Uncle Nine with claws formed from his fingers.

In his eyes, Uncle Nine was the strongest, nearly at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

As for Fei Luo, he was automatically ignored.

A delicate-looking young boy like that could, at most, be at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Realm. Once Uncle Nine was dealt with, the boy would be of no consequence.

Uncle Nine had not expected the man to attack without a word. Channeling his internal magic, he threw a punch toward his opponent without hesitation.

Bang!

As fist met claw, Uncle Nine felt a massive force surge through him; it was as if his right hand had slammed into a wall of solid iron, and his body was sent reeling backward.

A slender, jade-like hand suddenly pressed against Uncle Nine's shoulder, effortlessly dissipating the immense force racking his body.

"Master, let me handle this," Fei Luo said with a faint smile as he looked at Uncle Nine.

"Very well," Uncle Nine nodded, saying nothing more.

"Hmm?" The gloomy man had not expected this little brat's movement technique to be so bizarre.

Fei Luo had moved the moment his strike was launched, steadily catching the retreating Uncle Nine and skillfully neutralizing the force behind the blow.

"Little brat, since you're courting death, I'll finish you off first!" The gloomy man was enraged. Fei Luo's seemingly nonchalant expression had not escaped his notice, and the boy had even dared to tell Lin Jiu to step aside so he could take over?

He had seen people seeking death, but never anyone so eager to die.

This little brat truly didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Whoosh~

Black light surged in the black-robed man's hand. This time, he gathered all his mana into his palm, unleashing a strike several times more powerful than the last, his body transforming into a blur as he charged at Fei Luo.

It was the same claw strike, but the frigid aura radiating from the wind of his claws was enough to crush an ordinary person's skull in a single blow.

"Trifling tricks."

Fei Luo didn't even bother to look; he raised his large hand high and swiped it forward.

Smack~

A crisp, resounding slap echoed through the air. The gloomy man's black claw remained in its lunging posture, but Fei Luo's palm had been uncannily fast, landing squarely on his face.

Hum~

The slap left the black-robed man dazed. His brain buzzed, and his body began to spin in place like a top.

"You brat—"

Smack~

Before the black-robed man could steady himself, another solid slap landed on the exact same spot.

With this blow, three yellowed teeth flew through the air. The black-robed man felt his mind ringing and his vision blurring as he continued to spin in circles.

"This slap is for those who died unjustly."

Smack~

"This slap is for Old Master Ren."

Smack~

"This slap is for my Master."

Smack~

Fei Luo delivered several consecutive slaps, beating the black-robed man until he was spitting teeth all over the floor, his face swollen red like a pig's head.

"You brat, you, you, you..." The black-robed man coughed up blood in his fury, terrified to his core.

He clutched his face, staring at Fei Luo in horror, his scalp tingling with dread.