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The head rolled underfoot, and the dim yellow pupil still showed a look of disbelief. He could hardly accept the fact that he was already dead.
The Three-Legged Ghost Toad, with pupils the size of soybeans, saw the slender sword light and immediately felt a thick liquid seeping through its golden skin.
After dealing with the old man, Zuo Ci looked at the Three-Legged Ghost Toad with a half-smile. The latter let out a strange sound and said, "Friend, we should keep our distance. You walk your sunny path, and I'll take my narrow bridge. Let’s part ways here, shall we?"
Part ways here? Zuo Ci sneered, "You dare to attack me and still think you can walk out of here alive? You should know the rules of the Dao Master!"
"Why must it be like this?" The Three-Legged Ghost Toad looked somewhat guilty at Zuo Ci. "That old guy has set up a Feng Shui formation here. Although I'm not well-versed in this art, I have some advantage. If it comes to a confrontation, I’m not afraid of you!"
"Confrontation?" Zuo Ci looked at the Three-Legged Ghost Toad oddly and laughed, "With your strength that hasn't even reached the return to Yang stage, you’re hardly qualified!"
He gently stepped forward. The shadow beneath his feet began to writhe like boiling water, resembling a giant mouth of a Taotie, greedily devouring the surrounding Sha Qi.
Seeing that bizarre shadow, the Three-Legged Ghost Toad felt no hope left and frantically fled deeper into the dense forest. This was the Dao Domain—an ability that even supreme beings of the Dao Realm could hardly claim. Fight against this young Daoist? Ridiculous!
Could it escape? Zuo Ci pointed with an empty grip, and from the shadow beneath his feet, countless decayed and grayish Yuan Ling coalesced into a fierce and twisted black hand of Sha Qi. The hand was covered with arms, eyes, and other features, exuding a dense aura of death as it slammed down towards the Three-Legged Ghost Toad.
"Run!"
The Three-Legged Ghost Toad let out a mournful wail. A pitch-black sphere of Sha Qi detached itself from the toad's body, and the hand of Sha Qi vanished into thin air.
A floating orb of Grievance and Sha Qi now hovered in the palm of Zuo Ci, whose skin was as pale as jade.
"This Zhang Zhong Feng Du is quite useful, though it does consume a lot of ghosts!" Zuo Ci exclaimed.
Zhang Zhong Feng Du was a type of capturing spell that Zuo Ci had innovatively created by combining the Evil Arts of his Master of Deviant Arts with the technique of seizing bodies. It was specifically designed to deal with Ling Ti that lacked flesh; anything within its line of sight could be captured. However, casting this Shen Tong required a one-time use of ninety-nine Yuan Ling as a medium.
After all, the more powerful the Evil Practices' Shen Tong, the more terrifying the cost incurred. But even a spirit that approached the Return to Yang Realm would suffice for my needs! Zuo Ci grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth as he gazed at the black spirit in his palm.
In the live stream chat, it seemed like an explosion had occurred.
"Beiming Has Fish, I Have a Pot": "Isn't that spirit from Return to Yang Realm just casually taken like that?"
"Kuang Xuan Da Mi Fan": "I heard that spirits from Return to Yang Realm are considered ghost kings by external Daoist Sects?"
"Eighth Level Gale": "Dao Zu Qie Chang, my friend, is what they said true?"
Dao Zu Qie Chang remained silent, which seemed to imply his tacit agreement. The viewers in the chat erupted in waves of admiration.
In Tongcheng, at Yin Yang Building on Qingjiao Street, an old inspector squatted at the entrance of a small shop, smoking a white cigarette while watching the live stream with intrigue.
The Apprentice Inspector turned pale at the sight.
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