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"Guess what!" Zuo Ci's voice was sharp and mocking, cutting through the air like a blade.
Qi Sha actually failed to break the law. What kind of evil arts are these?
Li Jisheng cast a wary glance at Zuo Ci, his voice tinged with anger and embarrassment. "Are you all just going to watch me make a fool of myself?"
"Of course not, Captain!" A white figure suddenly appeared in front of Zuo Ci. He wore a ghostly mask with a scarlet tongue sticking out. The mask had the four characters "Yijianshengcai" inscribed in the center.
Wuwuwu! A white crying stick swung toward Zuo Ci's head.
San Hun Bang! Zuo Ci's expression tightened as he exhaled two puffs of white breath from his nostrils, redirecting the stick entwined with Yuan Ling.
"If you die, I'll be the captain!" A shadow lunged at Zuo Ci from behind Bai Wuchang, wearing a menacing ghost mask. The mask was engraved with the words "Heavenly Peace."
Whoosh! A skeletal chain enveloped in green Yin Fire emerged from his palm, striking toward Zuo Ci's brow like a venomous snake.
"Soul Snare? Black and White Impermanence?" Zuo Ci's expression turned peculiar. "You guys in this Ghost-Slaying Team really aren't worth much; all practicing evil arts and deviant techniques!"
The bone claws behind his head erupted with a fierce howl in the air, firmly pressing down on the Soul Snare chain.
Buzzing filled the air as the white Crying Stick struck Zuo Ci's head at an angle. Caught off guard, Zuo Ci felt a jolt, his Three Souls and Seven Spirits teetering on the brink of separation. His face turned pale, and as his feet hit the ground, a ripple of black Yin Qi erupted around him. It was just enough to prevent his soul from being shattered by the San Hun Bang.
The two assailants worked in perfect harmony, both possessing genuine Dao-level cultivation. For a moment, Zuo Ci found himself struggling to keep up.
"Kid, the waters run deep in Huaxia!" Bai Wuchang chuckled ominously.
"Better luck in your next life!" Heibuchang added with a sinister grin.
"I forgot to mention," Li Jisheng said, stretching lazily and chuckling softly, "we have three more like this!"
Gurgling sounds echoed as shadows writhed beneath Zuo Ci's feet. A pair of iron Dark Cyan hands emerged from the darkness, shackling his legs tightly like manacles.
On the rooftop of a dilapidated factory in the distance, the former Special Inspector Cao Peiran peered through night vision goggles, observing the battle scene. His apprentice, Xiao Xu, stood nearby, preparing two bowls of sauerkraut beef noodles with hot water.
"Daoist Zuo is about to lose!" Lao Cao remarked, lighting a cigarette with a hint of melancholy in his voice. "I didn't expect the Wuchang Team Qingming to be fully mobilized!"
"Wuchang Team Qingming?"
Xiao Xu exclaimed excitedly, "Are we talking about the Nine Fiendish Swords of Huaxia?"
"Yes," came the reply. "These special Team Qingming can be considered a nuclear deterrent in the traditional sense. As long as they exist and continue to be passed down, the righteous and evil paths of Huaxia will not diverge. They are our stabilizing force, the pillars that uphold the essence of our five thousand years of history!"
Lao Cao sneered, "It's a pity that this special Team Qingming operates on a level too high for us. Unless it's a matter of life and death, they won't intervene. To them, the deaths are merely those of ordinary citizens."
"Our country has an abundance of cheap labor," he added with a hint of irony.
"Master, do you not wish for Daoist Zuo to lose?" Xiao Xu asked, spearing his instant noodles with a fork, puzzled.
"Although Daoist Zuo is not truly an evil villain, his existence brings significant instability. Such things are absolutely not allowed to happen by those above us!"
"Ah!" Xiao Xu exclaimed.
Lao Cao sighed, "Some matters cannot be explained in just a few words. Daoist Zuo is considered part of the underworld within the Mystical Circle; he disregards rules and acts with reckless abandon, striking ruthlessly without mercy. Indeed, he embodies many elements of instability."
"But behind him stands the vast masses of people who are weak and powerless against these rules. If he hadn't acted last time, Phoenix Entertainment International would still roam free, and the killers would continue to squander their ill-gotten gains. Is that fair?"
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