The next second, another female voice rang out, "Make your move quickly and stop spouting nonsense, lest you attract the ghost slaves on night duty and bring disaster upon us."
Yang Xiao had not seen either of these two people, clearly one of them also possessed abilities akin to Ghost Hitting the Wall, but based on the feedback from the Human Bone Staff, Yang Xiao had already roughly determined their positions.
"Thundercloud Holy Mother, do not interfere, I want to personally finish him off, and the items on his body must be mine!" Golden Snake bellowed furiously.
It’s either none or three at once, Yang Xiao was truly flattered by the attention. What really mattered was that these people dared to bestow nas upon themselves—one called Fragrant Commander Golden Snake, another Thundercloud Holy Mother, and an old shaless character nad Tongtian Daoren. What the hell was all this? Just by hearing the nas, one might think another two demon lords under Black Buddha Mother had arrived.
"Ignorant junior, die!" Golden Snake was the first to make a move, snapping his folding fan shut with a "pah" and aiming the tip at Yang Xiao, muttering under his breath as if chanting so spell.
But who was Yang Xiao? Taking advantage of the puddles on the ground, he imdiately employed the Soul-Capturing Mirror’s ability and, in the blink of an eye, appeared in front of Golden Snake. Swinging the Human Bone Staff, he brought it crashing down on Golden Snake’s head. To his horror, Golden Snake raised his folding fan in an attempt to block, not expecting the feint as he rapidly took a brutal groin kick from Yang Xiao. Seizing upon Golden Snake’s mont of pain, Yang Xiao twisted his upper body to transfer power, and with a forward elbow, delivered a strike right to Golden Snake’s face, knocking him to the ground.
After viciously stomping on Golden Snake’s vital area, Yang Xiao disappeared again and, when he reerged, he was rushing toward a street corner that appeared totally ordinary.
Yet, when Yang Xiao’s Ghost Lantern appeared and cast its green light, 7 or 8 figures suddenly beca visible, with two in the center. One of them—a man standing nine feet tall with white hair and beard, dressed in a dark blue Daoist robe with his hair tied up in a bun on top of his head—was holding a Seven-Star Demon-Suppressing Map in front of him.
The other was a beautiful, voluptuous woman with fair skin, dressed in a retro cheongsam and holding an old oil-paper umbrella. Each corner of the umbrella was adorned with the symbols of the four gods of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and both of them also wore Grudge Masks on their faces.
Seeing the Demon Suppressing Map broken, the old Taoist was montarily stunned. Facing three adversaries, Yang Xiao did not dare to be careless. He imdiately drew out the Ghost Duster and swept it horizontally. The woman holding the umbrella had the quickest reflexes, letting out a sharp cry as she rapidly retreated. The old Taoist, in a worse position, didn’t have that chance. In a critical mont, he grabbed a knife-wielding stalwart man beside him, using him as a human shield. But the next second, a horrifying scene unfolded—the knife-wielding man, along with the old Taoist behind him, blew apart in an instant, turning into a bloody ss that splattered across the street.
This scene terrified the woman, who turned and scread for help towards the end of the street, "Godfather, save !"
"More help?"
Yang Xiao furrowed his brows, deciding to deal with the woman first. He stood up and charged at her again. The woman, having witnessed Yang Xiao’s elusive movents, seed to realize that turning to flee would be signing her death warrant. She steeled her resolve, spun the oil-paper umbrella above her head, and aid the Thunder God side squarely at Yang Xiao.
The next second, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting Yang Xiao squarely in the back. The attack was so sudden that the completely unguarded Yang Xiao stumbled, the electricity numbing his limbs and slowing his movents, giving the woman a chance to escape.
In just those few seconds, a figure arrived at the end of the street—a corpulent man with a chubby face, dressed in a beige Tang suit. His swollen belly was so big that the buttons on his suit couldn’t close. He held two Iron Lion Heads in his left hand, and his feet were shod in filthy, greyish cloth shoes.
The only thing that caught Yang Xiao’s attention was the Character "Li" Mask on the man’s face.
"Godfather, save !" The woman with the umbrella quickly hid behind him, yet even so, fear filled her eyes as she looked at Yang Xiao.
"G-..Godfather, you must kill this kid, aiyoo..." Golden Snake was still clutching his groin, half-lying on the ground; Yang Xiao’s blows had nearly ended him.
The newcor glanced at the blood and flesh at the street corner, and a sense of caution towards Yang Xiao grew inside him. However, the other party was after all, just a junior of the Yuan Generation, supposedly strong only because of the Resentful Eye he wielded—a fact which could be advantageous to him.
To kill for treasure was all too common in Xiang Ma Town.
"Which sect’s junior are you? State your na!" The chubby man feigned calm, twirling his Iron Lion Heads as he demanded loudly.
"I am your father," Yang Xiao replied bluntly.
The man in the Tang suit couldn’t help but laugh instead of getting angry, as he fiercely clenched the Iron Lion Head in his hand, "Ignorant child, do you know who I am?"
At that mont, the woman who had been scared out of her wits also seed to co back to her senses. She boldly stepped out from behind the man and asked loudly, "Do you know of Demon Rakshasa Qu Muzhi? Even soone of his caliber is no match for my godfather; you might as well wait for your death!"
As soon as she spoke, Yang Xiao was truly taken aback. He knew that the man opposite him might not be simple, but he didn’t believe this man could defeat Qu Muzhi. Could it be that today he had truly run into trouble?
The man in the Tang suit slowly straightened his body, striking the pose of a superior, his voice resonant, "Junior, rember my na, Ming Emperor, Ye Xiao!"
Yang Xiao: "...??!!"
Seeing that Yang Xiao did not speak for a mont, the man in the Tang suit thought that his title had intimidated him. Without further hesitation, he imdiately made his move, launching an Iron Lion Head straight at Yang Xiao’s face. Yang Xiao drew out his Human Bone Staff and held it in front of him.
The mont the Iron Lion Head collided with the Human Bone Staff, Yang Xiao’s heart trembled; he had been tricked. He had thought that pair of Iron Lion Heads was the man’s Resentful Eye, but at the mont of collision, he didn’t feel any spiritual power at all. They were just ordinary objects!
At the sa ti, the man in the Tang suit’s figure disintegrated, and a surge of malevolence suddenly appeared behind Yang Xiao. Without the ti to turn and defend, Yang Xiao imdiately activated his Soul-Capturing Mirror, and, as another Iron Lion Head aid for the back of his head, his figure vanished.
Clumsily escaping into the Mirror World, Yang Xiao’s head buzzed. He had been hit by the Iron Lion Head, but it hadn’t hit solidly; otherwise, his head might have exploded.
The Tang suited man was a master of body techniques, highly skilled in martial arts, and very good at hiding himself. Yang Xiao had already noticed sothing was wrong with the man’s pair of cloth shoes.
The fat man’s biggest trump card was his ability to appear suddenly behind his opponent. Facing an unknown opponent, this move was difficult to guard against, and Yang Xiao had no idea how he did it.
However, after just one exchange, Yang Xiao had a rough understanding of the man’s strength. Based on the level of spiritual power, he estimated that the man was about at the threshold of a Venerable Level Heretic Cultivator.
Looking outside, at that mont, the man in the Tang suit, along with the woman holding the umbrella and the Golden Snake, all three were in a panic. Their gaze tirelessly guarded their surroundings, fearing Yang Xiao might pop up from sowhere.
Especially the man in the Tang suit, Yang Xiao observed that when he walked, he was always on his tiptoes, which looked quite awkward.
The stranger the ability, the more spiritual power it consus, Yang Xiao judged. This ability of the Tang suited man could not be used many tis. He decided to try again, to drain the man’s spiritual power. Of course, he wanted to see where the limits and flaws of these shoes were.
To be honest, he had his eye on that pair of shoes; they had a destiny with him, Yang Xiao.
Just when the three thought Yang Xiao had slipped away and breathed a sigh of relief, Yang Xiao deliberately appeared at a slightly farther distance, "Daddy’s here!"
This shout made the three shiver with fear. The man in the Tang suit quickly turned around, and his gaze beca friendly when he saw Yang Xiao, speaking courteously, "Fellow cultivator, it seems you are not an ordinary person either. How about this, stay and join us. By conspiring together in our grand endeavor, wouldn’t that be wonderful?"
Not attacking imdiately, Yang Xiao knew this old thing was up to no good, definitely stalling for ti. It seed the man’s shoes required ti to cast their ability.
To confirm his suspicion, Yang Xiao pretended to casually walk a few steps to the left, and the man in the Tang suit imdiately followed suit, turning around with a smile facing him, all the while spouting polite platitudes about inviting him to join forces, with both shoe tips pointing dead at Yang Xiao.
"So that’s how it is..."
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