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The moment Yang Xiaochao's true identity was revealed, a flicker of panic crossed his face, but it quickly returned to normal. He cast a meaningful glance at Chen Haiping and coldly said, "Chen Haiping, I thought you wouldn't make a move, but it seems you couldn't resist after all. Heh, but do you really think that with just the few of you, you can do anything?"
Yang Xiaochao's expression was one of disdain as he pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on, completely disregarding Chen Haiping and his group.
Wu Mao was infuriated by Yang Xiaochao's attitude. Coming from a prestigious Daoist Sect, he inherently resisted those who practiced evil arts like Yang Xiaochao. He stepped forward, pointing his Peach Wood Sword at Yang Xiaochao's head, and shouted, "Yang Xiaochao, you're being too arrogant! Do you believe I can eliminate you right now?"
Yang Xiaochao let out a cold laugh and provocatively beckoned Wu Mao with his finger. "Heh heh, Daoist Wu Mao, I truly don't believe you can take me down! I'm standing right here; if you have the ability, come and try!"
"Seeking death!" Wu Mao was thoroughly enraged by Yang Xiaochao's demeanor. He shouted and brandished his Peach Wood Sword, swiftly charging toward Yang Xiaochao.
On the surface, Wu Mao looked down on Yang Xiaochao, but inside he held no such contempt. As he rushed forward, he affixed three talismans to the Peach Wood Sword and bit his tongue to spray some Tongue Blood onto it.
"Yang Xiaochao, die!" With a swift movement of his feet, Wu Mao appeared behind Yang Xiaochao. Before his words had fully escaped his lips, the Peach Wood Sword had already lunged toward Yang Xiaochao's back.
With a piercing sound, Wu Mao's Peach Wood Sword pierced through Yang Xiaochao's body. A surge of hot blood erupted forth, splattering onto Wu Mao's face and instantly blurring his vision.
A sense of foreboding washed over Wu Mao as he loosened his grip on the Peach Wood Sword and quickly distanced himself from Yang Xiaochao. Confused, he muttered to himself, "How could this happen? I didn't use much force; why did my sword pierce through Yang Xiaochao's body?"
Once at a safe distance, Wu Mao wiped the blood from his face and looked up at the spot where Yang Xiaochao had been standing. To his shock, he found that another figure had suddenly appeared in that place.
The figure that Wu Mao had pierced with the Peach Wood Sword was not Yang Xiaochao at all but rather a specially made dummy. No wonder Wu Mao had been able to pierce it so easily.
As for the real Yang Xiaochao, he stood at the position where Wu Mao had just attacked, holding a long blade in his hand. If Wu Mao hadn't retreated decisively, the outcome for him would have been dire.
Seeing the scene before him, Wu Mao felt a surge of intense fear. Cold sweat broke out on his back as he asked in confusion, "Illusion! Yang Xiaochao, when did you cast an illusion on me?"
Wu Mao's cultivation had already reached Master Rank; ordinary illusions could not deceive his mind. The illusion that Yang Xiaochao had conjured was clearly not a simple trick.
Strangely, Yang Xiaochao had never learned Taoist Magic before. How could he perform such a sophisticated spell?
Yang Xiaochao did not respond to Wu Mao's inquiry. A disdainful smile appeared on his face as he said, "Daoist Wu Mao, weren't you trying to take my life? Why have you backed down? With such little skill, you dare to act tough in front of me? It's truly laughable!"
"Since you've made your move, now it's my turn!" Yang Xiaochao declared, gripping the blade in his hand. He quickly formed a spell with his left hand and, with a swift step, transformed into a blur as he charged at Wu Mao, shouting, "Ultimate Earth, Mystical Arts Have Methods! Daoist magic breaks, ghostly arts split the ground! Evil Spell of the Daoist Ghosts, unleash! Annihilate!"
As Yang Xiaochao's voice fell, he appeared right in front of Wu Mao. The blade in his hand emitted a blinding light as a tangible sword energy slashed directly toward Wu Mao.
"Help me!" Wu Mao shouted to his companions nearby. With no usable magical tools at hand, he could only form seals with both hands and throw a handful of talismans toward the sword energy, creating a talisman net in front of him to temporarily block the attack.
Once the Taoist Masters around Wu Mao realized what was happening, they rushed over with their Peach Wood Swords to assist. Even Chen Haiping and Xu Mancheng joined the fray.
With everyone working together, they finally managed to dissipate the sword energy that Yang Xiaochao had unleashed. However, the expressions of the three leaders—Wu Mao included—were somewhat grim because Yang Xiaochao's displayed strength had exceeded their expectations.
"Chen Haiping, did you notice anything useful?" Xu Mancheng asked with a serious expression.
Chen Haiping's gaze was fixed on Yang Xiaochao not far away. He nodded and said, "I think I’ve figured out something. The Taoist Magic that Yang Xiaochao just used—I’ve seen it before at the hotel."
"But those people have already been killed by Yang Xiaochao. He must have some evil method to strip others of their Taoist Magic and claim it for himself!"
They listened to Chen Haiping's speculation, their eyes flashing with panic. It sounded a bit too absurd, yet it was something they had witnessed with their own eyes, leaving them momentarily unable to accept it.
"Hehe, Chen Haiping, you're a clever one. Your guess is quite close to the truth. I know you've been investigating in secret, but there are some things you cannot know. Now that you all are here, why not stay?" Yang Xiaochao let out a chilling laugh, his gaze icy as he looked at Wu Mao and the others, as if he were staring at a group of people destined to die.
Chen Haiping's expression darkened. He took a few steps forward, pointing the Peach Wood Sword at Yang Xiaochao's head, refusing to back down. "Yang Xiaochao, your previous success was because no one was guarding against you. Now that we know your schemes, do you really think we would fall for your tricks again? Just you alone thinks you can fight us? We are not easy prey!"
"That's right! With so many of us here, what do we have to fear from you?" Xu Mancheng felt a surge of adrenaline. He stepped beside Chen Haiping and waved his hand at the disciples behind him. "Disciples, let's all take action and eliminate this person!"
At that moment, Wu Mao had no reason to retreat either. He stepped forward and waved his hand decisively. "Nephews and nieces, don't let anyone look down on our Daoist temple! Everyone go out and help!"
Yang Xiaochao watched as a dark mass of people surrounded him, his expression remaining unchanged. He chuckled ominously. "Hehe, don’t think that just because you have numbers on your side, I’m alone here! Come forth, my Corpse servants!"
As soon as Yang Xiaochao finished speaking, three or four dozen Figures suddenly emerged from the mountainside. These were the people who had previously died at the foot of Grave Hill, ultimately transformed into Yang Xiaochao's Corpse servants.
(End of Chapter)
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