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The old man let out a roar.
"Daoist Zuo, I will kill you!"
He formed hand seals, and a flickering Thunder Light appeared in his palms.
"Daoist Thunder Technique!"
The Thunder Light gathered in his hands as the old man, without hesitation, struck towards Zuo Ci's forehead.
Zuo Ci smiled slightly, "No need to rush!"
He traced intricate patterns with his fingers, weaving Golden Threads that were thick and viscous like golden oil, binding the old man's body. The Thunder Light dissipated, and in an instant, the old man lost any chance of resistance.
This was the hidden application of the Golden Light Spell.
The Liquid Gold Spell provided absolute defense, but it consumed a tremendous amount of mana.
"I won't let you go even as a ghost!" The old man glared fiercely at Zuo Ci, murderous intent radiating from him.
"Becoming a ghost?" Zuo Ci chuckled, "You won't have that chance!"
The wicks of the Seven Ghost-Faced Copper Oil Lamps extinguished.
This meant that all relatives connected by blood to the old man were dead.
Zuo Ci smiled, "It's your turn."
The old man's expression suddenly calmed, and with a strange smile, he said, "You killed Sang Ren Shangshi, didn't you?"
"You have quite a nose for things!" Zuo Ci replied noncommittally.
"Hahaha, you really are arrogant!" The old man laughed oddly. "Sang Ren Shangshi had many connections with the high-ranking officials above. The Medicine Wheel and A Jie Drum are methods of prolonging life; by killing him, you've cut off their lifelines. Daoist Zuo, just wait! You won't have peaceful days ahead!"
"Oh?" Zuo Ci said indifferently, "As cultivators, we value acting according to our nature. If everyone were like you, this old dog clinging to life, what would be the meaning of cultivation?"
The old man seemed to be struck at a sensitive spot.
His expression twisted into a grimace as he looked at Zuo Ci, grinning widely. "This is the basement of City Hall, where those bureaucrats conduct their Medicine Wheel and A Jie Drum rituals. Do you dare to kill them all?"
"Hostages?" Zuo Ci pondered for a moment before suddenly laughing. "Killing is your business; what does it have to do with me, Zuo Ci?"
"What did you say?" the old man scoffed.
Zuo Ci said no more. He puffed out his cheeks and unleashed a jet of emerald fire towards the old man.
The Samadhi Yin Fire scorched the old man's flesh, causing him to clench his teeth tightly.
Zuo Ci tossed the Seven Ghost-Faced Copper Oil Lamps into the flames, merging them with the old man.
Wails echoed as the old man and the remnants of his bloodline intertwined, causing his head to swell and turn a deep purple, resembling an oversized doll.
His pupils were fierce, and wisps of Sha Qi seeped from his nostrils, swirling around him like a red mist of Grudge Qi.
Seeing that the time was right, Zuo Ci recited with conviction: "Jia Shen Yin, before the altar, may my Seven Stars and Nine Palaces protect you, allowing you to ascend to the celestial realm and unite with the Dao. Refine your spirit and soar through the skies. Swiftly, as commanded!"
This was the Daoist Armor Technique.
This spell resembled the methods used in refining Wuli Shi Puppet Technique.
The Samadhi Yin Fire danced in the air.
Before Zuo Ci appeared a gruesome figure, a corpse puppet glistening with a bronze sheen.
Zuo Ci smiled slightly and waved his hand, dispersing the flames to reveal a bronze corpse puppet.
This was Jia Lishi, renowned alongside Ding Lishi and Yellow Turban Warrior as a mountain-moving puppet, immensely powerful and indestructible.
"Go on, kill them all!" Zuo Ci commanded as he sat cross-legged in the chamber, addressing Jia Lishi with a grin.
"Yes, Master!"
Jia Lishi mechanically nodded, clutching the ghost-faced bronze lamp as it stepped outside with a fierce expression.
Before long...
Pfft!
Ahhh!
Someone has been killed!
Great Offering, how dare you!
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