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Bai Yu looked at Zuo Ci with a somewhat gloomy expression.
Zhang Liu Monk's Wu Lou Jin Shen was impervious to ordinary weapons and spells, making it nearly impossible to approach him. Yet, this guy managed to make a single palm strike that caused the surface of Zhang Liu's Wu Lou Jin Shen to show signs of cracking. It wasn't that the opponent's strength was particularly terrifying; it was simply a matter of Dao Xing overpowering him.
The execution team of the Thirteenth Division consisted of top-tier Fa Jing practitioners from the third echelon. To think that in front of them, after just one move, they were already at a disadvantage. What kind of freak was this guy?
Zuo Xian seemed to be refusing cooperation. Qing sneered and said, "In the realm of Yin and Yang, no force or rogue dares to disrespect the Thirteenth Division!"
"First, I need to tell you something!" Zuo Ci replied with a smile, "Do you have any evidence? You can't just come and arrest me without proof! Then I could just as easily say you committed murder. That big fool used Wu Lou Jin Shen to deceive an ignorant young girl; I could report him too! You should arrest him instead!"
Zhang Liu's black-brown skin twitched in irritation. Deceiving an ignorant girl? And she was still underage? What sharp-tongued wit!
Qing stepped forward, twisting his body as if stepping into an intricate array beneath his feet—a Bagua formation.
Qimen Dunjia!
Zuo Ci narrowed his eyes slightly.
The subtle interplay of Yin and Yang is difficult to fathom; returning home through the two extremes leads to the Nine Palaces. If one can comprehend the principles of Yin and Yang, even heaven and earth can be contained within a single palm.
Xuanyuan Huangdi fought against Chi You; the struggles at Zhuolu have not ceased. Occasionally dreaming of celestial beings imparting secret spells, one must approach the altar with reverence and diligence.
Shen Long bore the map out of Luo Shui, while Cai Feng carried the book within Bi Yun.
Destiny unfolds as Feng Hou performs; thus began Qimen Dunjia!
It is said that Qimen Dunjia possesses great power in commanding troops and avoiding calamity.
Moreover, as long as the sorcerer finds their auspicious position, they can even harness the blessings of heaven and earth.
The figure reached into their sleeve and pulled out six copper coins engraved with peach blossoms. With a flick of their fingers, they sent three of the Peach Blossom Coins tightly into their palm.
"The Poor Dao has cast your fortune, and it is a poor omen—great misfortune awaits!"
Stepping toward the east, they smiled slightly and said, "A bird that loses its chance will fall into the cage; even if it struggles to fly, it cannot soar. It is wise to remain within one's limits; any attempt to rise higher will surely fail."
This hexagram is an unusual one, with Zhen below and Qian above. Qian represents heaven, embodying strength and vitality. Zhen represents thunder, symbolizing movement and vigor.
With movement comes strength; the vigorous yang is flourishing. When people's hearts are uplifted, there will surely be gains. However, one must follow the pure path and not act recklessly. If one avoids folly, there will be rewards and blessings.
This is the heavenly thunder of no folly!
Boom!
Thunderous roars echoed beneath the figure's feet like She Jiao, reminiscent of Zuo Ci's display of power.
"Zuo Xian, the heavens and earth are merciless, and spells have no eyes; let us not disturb the peace!" they said in a low voice.
"Merciless heavens and earth?" Zuo Ci laughed. "I do not acknowledge this world; I recognize only myself!"
Incurable stubbornness! This person is undoubtedly an Evil Master—Righteous Method! The figure shook their head and shouted.
Behind them, a Burly Man let out a heavy breath. A golden Swastika Buddha Light gathered in their palm. As the Buddha light appeared, it was accompanied by rhythmic chanting.
Beneath the Zhang Liu Monk's feet, golden lotus flowers began to bloom.
Bu Bu Lian?
Zuo Ci lightly stepped on the ground. The shadow beneath them began to twist and writhe, wailing in agony.
From what seemed like a hellish swamp crawled a series of lifeless Yuan Hun Xiong Ling.
The Dao?
A change swept over Qing Mian as he realized he had grasped the essence of the Dao. The Evil Practices could also lead to enlightenment.
Zuo Ci gently extended his finger, pointing at the two figures across from him. The Evil Spirits, transformed from Yuan Hun and Xiong Ling, let out a chilling roar as they lunged forward.
"Such Evil Practices are mere trifles!" Qing scoffed. "Watch my Thunder!"
He drew a complex symbol in the air with his palm, then struck at the bodies of the Yuan Hun. A dense Thunder Light erupted, incinerating the Yuan Hun into dust.
Zuo Ci moved swiftly. It was as if he had the aid of spirits beneath his feet. In an instant, he appeared before Qing Mian, delivering a punch aimed directly at his abdomen.
Bang!
Qing was sent flying as if struck by a cannonball, his body curling like a shrimp. He soared through the air, and the Bagua formation beneath him dimmed to darkness.
"Stop right there!" Zhang Liu Monk shouted, extending both hands to brace against Qing's back. He could hardly believe it—a Left-Handed Sorcerer was actually competing in strength with monks who specialized in Flesh Techniques.
But he soon realized how wrong he was—terribly wrong!
The moment Zhang Liu's hands made contact with Qing's back, a burst of golden light exploded from his palms. With a crack, his wrist bone shattered.
How could this be possible?
Zhang Liu stared at Zuo Ci with a twisted expression, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Zuo Ci shrugged and smiled.
Do you think all World Sorcerers are like your companions, handing out prophecies to everyone they meet?
A doctor cannot heal himself, nor can a sorcerer perform magic on his own. What we rely on is not this world, but myself!
Behind Zuo Ci appeared a Demonic God Manifestation, shrouded in swirling black smoke. The demon had seven ferocious heads resembling Evil Spirits. There was no body. The severed neck connected to bloody entrails, dragging the heads down.
His form emitted a roar, as those Human-Faced Evil Spirits attempted to break through Zuo Ci's flesh. They yearned for freedom.
Seven Fiendish Nightmares! Dou Huai'an's pupils constricted slightly.
Dou Lao, what are the Seven Fiendish Nightmares? Guan Jintang whispered.
The Seven Fiendish Nightmares are notorious Deviant Arts, the ultimate technique of Gui Longzi. He would cruelly torture seven Tong Boys with pure Yin energy, causing their souls to become terrifyingly vengeful. Then he would kill seven solitary Yin maidens, using their blood to refine Yin Blood into forty-nine pellets.
Once this method is perfected, one can amplify their own body using the Grievance from the blood of Tong Boys and maidens. It is said that Gui Longzi could withstand Tian Yi Dao's Five Thunder Rites with this Evil Arts!
Dou Huai'an's expression turned grim as he said, This Zuo Ci must be a disciple of Gui Longzi. No wonder his actions are so similar—equally mad!
Zuo Ci looked at his twisted flesh and coldly declared, If you dare defy me again, I will roast you day and night with Samadhi Yin Fire, making you wish for death but unable to attain it!
Only then did the Human-Faced Evil Spirits cease their howling.
Madman!
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