"Hmph, a Radiant Spirit Daoist Grounds like this is the lowest of the low. It's nothing more than spiritual light formed from Incense and Fire Prayer Power, as fragile as a soap bubble!"
Tang Changsheng watched the scene with a cold sneer. Minor Deities like this one had neither a Heavenly Court Daoist Register nor an Immortal Summons from an immortal sect. Their Daoist Grounds could hardly be more fragile.
If the Green King truly possessed such a Daoist Register or summons, no one would dare lay a hand on him, no matter how cruelly he preyed on the people here.
As Tang Changsheng thought this, the temple suddenly shuddered. A fierce wind burst out, sending the villagers who had been flinging filth scattering in fright.
Tang Changsheng sneered. Ghost Gods were much like cultivators: more than half their abilities could only be used under cover of night.
Cultivators at least had physical bodies. Though daylight restricted them, they could still wield a fraction of their strength. But Ghost Gods... however Qiang they were, what could they do beneath the blazing sun?
This strange display was nothing more than a last desperate struggle.
"Don't be afraid! Throw the black dog's blood in, then set the temple on fire!"
Tang Changsheng snatched a bucket of black dog's blood from someone beside him and hurled it into the strange wind. A shriek rang out, and the wind faltered.
At the sight, the others gained courage and flung bucket after bucket of dog's blood after it. Yang energy surged, crushing the strange wind completely.
Several torches flew onto the temple next, setting it ablaze.
It was only a small country temple, with a roof of thatch. How could it resist fire? The flames caught quickly and burned straight through it.
The villagers erupted