The next second, a strange surge of power burst forth instantaneously from the embroidered Drama Robe sleeve, heading straight towards the tea vat while the old man didn’t notice that his Magic Artifact he was about to channel his spiritual power into to determine life or death with Yang Xiao, unexpectedly malfunctioned.
No, it was not malfunctioning—it had gone out of control. At such a critical mont, he suffered the backlash from his own Magic Artifact. Before he could understand why, a blast of white light erupted in front of him, and when he barely managed to open his eyes, he found himself trapped inside the tea vat, surrounded by high, mottled walls.
The next second, countless amounts of steam gushed out, and the temperature inside the tea vat rose sharply. The old man, a respected figure among those with the Li character, usually honored even by the Pingxi Marquis due to his age and high generation, had always used his Magic Artifact to steam his opponents to death. Never had he endured such agony, and the high temperature now seared him unbearably, his screams heart-wrenchingly piercing.
"Indeed a wonderful item!" Looking at the circle of shimring purple-gold embroidery on his sleeve, Yang Xiao’s eyes sparkled with brilliance. "The Daoist robe old ghost who used to dominate the world of martial arts was indeed as legendary as his reputation!"
This was also the first ti Yang Xiao had used the Daoist robe old ghost’s powers. With just this move, he caused the sa level Angel Envoy’s Magic Artifact to turn against its master. Although he had the elent of surprise on his side, this still highlighted an important point. With this treasure, any enemy’s Magic Artifact would beco his own; whatever abilities his opponent possessed, he would possess!
Turning the enemy’s techniques against them, amidst painful screaming, the old man with the Qi surna eventually ran out of life force. After the walls that trapped him dissipated, a half-cooked corpse heavily fell down with a "thud" to the ground.
The old man’s way of death was incredibly tragic, his body covered in blisters wherever exposed, and his scalp severely peeled off. His whole body was "swollen," secreting a bloodied, sticky fluid, a sight too ghastly to bear.
As Yang Xiao turned and fixed his gaze back on the Golden Snake, the latter’s complexion was beyond description, "My lord, please have rcy!!"
Golden Snake had taken two blows but hadn’t been beaten back to his younger days, not because he was strong, but because Yang Xiao hadn’t struck with lethal force. He didn’t want the Golden Snake to die so easily; he still had to extract information from him. Additionally, it was more important for him to fulfill his promise.
"If you remain defiant, I might actually grant you a swift end, but since you beg, I’m inclined not to spare you!" With a twisted smile, Yang Xiao advanced towards the Golden Snake, bringing imnse pressure with him, and the smile on his face caused the latter’s courage to crumble, "Golden Snake, do you rember what I told you not long ago?"
"Master, listen to , explain. I was forced, I didn’t want this, it was them... AAAH!" Before he could finish his words, Golden Snake burst out screaming as Yang Xiao nonchalantly whipped him with a horsetail whisk, turning his left hand to a mass of blood and flesh.
Xiang Ma Town was urgent, Yang Xiao had no ti to chatter. After forcefully extracting the desired information, he opened the Mirror World, sending the Golden Snake into it. Using Ghost Duster, he smashed both the Golden Snake’s hands and feet and positioned him into a spread-eagled posture like an insect specin, "stuck" on the wall, while the Golden Snake had not yet died, experiencing inhumane tornt wishing for death.
"Kill , I beg you, kill !" Golden Snake opened his mouth widely, desperately seeking death.
But Yang Xiao would not grant him that opportunity. Annoyed by Golden Snake’s continuous shouts, Yang Xiao casually sealed his mouth with a swipe of the Ghost Duster.
Having finished all this, Yang Xiao imdiately set off to leave, of course, not forgetting to take the tea vat with him before departing, another valuable Magic Artifact.
By the ti he returned to the teahouse in Xiang Ma Town, he could already sll a strong scent of blood from afar. No one from his sect could fight except for himself; Guardian Yun was outstanding among the Resentnt Level Apostles, but once he encountered a Fierce Level Apostle, he essentially had no choice but to take a beating. This had nothing to do with the quality of the Magic Artifact, purely a suppression of spiritual power, just like the Xiu Sect Master he had encountered from the Resentnt Sect.
It was not even necessary to think, Yang Xiao had already prepared for the worst, considering that tonight the sect he personally founded, Sun and Moon Divine Sect, would likely be wiped out, possibly leaving only himself alive. Golden Snake and the Pingxi Marquis behind him - this grudge he would definitely avenge.
At this mont, he could already see the tea house’s front entrance. The dark door was tightly closed, and not a soul was in sight, even including the lights inside the teahouse, which were completely extinguished, the scene silent and still.
Yang Xiao knew there was a trick, hence using the Soul-Capturing Mirror’s ability, he infiltrated the teahouse first. Unexpectedly, there were still quite a few survivors inside. These people crouched together in the unlit pitch-dark hall, their faces filled with panic.
In the courtyard, more than a dozen bodies lay scattered about while seated on the steps outside the first-floor hall sat a corpulent monk, wearing rough monk clothing neither fully monk nor Daoist. Beside him stood a bronze Demon-Subduing Pestle, his eyes closed, his lips moving continuously as if chanting sutras.
Yang Xiao knew at a glance that this person was a formidable opponent, clearly beyond his ability to handle. Yet Ling Yanyu and Xiao Yun were trapped inside by this person, obviously held hostage. Either he would show himself to save them or... watch them die.
After much contemplation, Yang Xiao chose to appear, stepping out from a piece of glass 5 ters away from the monk. The mont Yang Xiao appeared, the large monk also stopped his chanting, slowly opened his eyes, and looked towards him, but without a trace of murderous intent.
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