Daoist Xue was taking action alongside several Righteous Heroes, and some officials of the Great Qiu Court had also grown deeply dissatisfied with the emperor's trust in the so-called Four Dragon King Cult.
In its first few years, the so-called Four Dragon King Cult had behaved itself reasonably well. It had reportedly even exerted a real influence in certain places, ensuring favorable winds and timely rain. Over the past year, however, its conduct seemed to have crossed the line, and local reports accusing it of wrongdoing had reached the Imperial Court in ever-increasing numbers.
Compared with the efforts in the mortal world, however, Yi Shuyuan and the others were clearly much more efficient.
That night, as Daoist Xue killed or bound and carried off the priests in the Dragon King Temple in North Sea Commandery, several figures watched from the sky.
"This so-called Four Dragon King Cult is nothing but a pack of petty demons and spirits unfit to show their faces in respectable company. Have those fellows really vanished?"
The speaker was Jiang Lang. Qi Zhongbin and Hui Mian stood beside him, while Yi Shuyuan and the others were elsewhere.
Although they were amid clouds and mist a thousand feet above the ground, they could still clearly see the dead yaksha inside the little temple.
"That Daoist Xue has remarkable methods. He can wield talismans so that the power of many merges into one, unleashing more than ten or even dozens of times his own dharma power in an instant, then turning it into a fire dragon with the finesse of four ounces deflecting a thousand pounds. No wonder even a yaksha couldn't withstand it."
More importantly, an ordinary sorcerer would have been drained dry long ago by such expenditure, yet aside from breathing a little harder, Daoist Xue