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Under these golden fists, none of the members of the Ghostly Execution Hall could withstand even a single strike. One by one, they fell like paper, dying upon contact.
Watching the fallen enemies wailing on the ground, Joan silently looked up, tears streaming down her face.
“Dad, Mom, Uncle Li, Shitou, and everyone else. I finally lack the strength to avenge you…”
However, in reality, someone did not want to see her lament too much. A dark figure had descended, bringing with it a terrifying and loathsome evil.
It was not a complete Humanoid; it merely had the outline of a person, shrouded entirely in a pitch-black robe that concealed even its face and limbs.
The long black robe wrapped around it tightly, resembling a ghost.
It appeared unremarkable but carried with it immense malice and resentment, as if its presence led countless Undead, with innumerable souls trembling and wailing.
Joan opened her eyes and looked at this eerie Fellow.
The entire Black Witch Cult had reappeared in the Ghostly Execution Hall, and only one person possessed such an aura.
“Sha Qian.”
“Jie jie jie jie!” A terrifying and unpleasant laughter echoed from within the black robe.
The robed figure raised its head, and a flash of red light appeared beneath the brim, seemingly its eyes.
“I didn’t expect my name to be so well-known that even a little brat from who knows where recognizes me.”
Seeing this person, Joan could hardly feel any good mood. Before coming here, he had investigated Sha Qian thoroughly. After all, even he was the most suspicious of the Ghostly Execution Hall, which directly involved the Murderer from back then. The only question was whether it was their personal actions or the orders of the Black Witch Cult.
However, regardless of anything else, the Ghostly Execution Hall was definitely a direct participant, and this hall master, Sha Qian, could not be free from involvement.
Hatred brews like an old wine; the longer it sits, the more fragrant and intoxicating it becomes.
The hatred in Joan's heart had been hidden for over a decade and had long since matured, growing even stronger, deeply rooted and impossible to remove.
Joan did not act rashly; he knew that Sha Qian was not an ordinary person. Even if he could easily kill those ordinary members, facing Sha Qian, he could not claim to be stronger than him.
So for now, he chose to observe and test the waters.
Sha Qian did not even glance at his subordinates who were wailing on the ground. However, being provoked like this was certainly unpleasant. Even though his dark robe concealed him, one could still sense his current anger.
"A nameless little brat thinks he has some ability and dares to challenge my Ghostly Execution Hall. Should I say you are too arrogant or too foolish, kid?"
Sha Qian's voice was filled with suppressed anger and sounded somewhat hoarse, like metal scraping against metal—very grating to hear.
Joan remained unmoved, calmly gazing at him with his striking golden fists.
"Compared to your nonsense questions, I would like to ask you something. People become kinder as they age, yet you, an old Fellow who has lived for hundreds of years, are so bloodthirsty. You've killed so many people. Aren't you afraid of retribution, old dog?"
Sha Qian narrowed his eyes; his robe moved without wind, clearly indicating his anger. Just as he was about to explode, he suddenly laughed.
"Hehehe! You have guts to speak to me, Sha Qian, like this. There used to be many who dared to do so in the past, but fewer as time went on. In recent decades, no one has dared to speak to me this way because those who were disrespectful to me have all died!"
The air suddenly turned cold, and the once clear sky seemed to be covered by a layer of dark clouds.
An evil, terrifying, and repulsive aura enveloped the sky. The source of it all was the figure in the black robe.
As the dark energy surged, Joan's fist was engulfed in golden flames that danced fiercely, seemingly wanting to burn through the evil energy.
Sha Qian squinted; the Golden Flame gave him a very dangerous feeling, making him uncomfortable and instinctively increasing his own aura.
Suddenly, the dark energy thickened, and the flames spread as if they had come into contact with gasoline.
Sha Qian was startled and quickly severed the connection with that patch of dark energy.
At this point, the Golden Flame had consumed a large area of evil energy, suppressing it.
Sha Qian's eyes, hidden beneath the black robe, glowed with a dangerous red light, flickering slightly.
"I've been quite concerned since earlier; the flames covering your fist seem to have a strong restraining effect on evil."
Joan raised his right fist, channeling his magic to make the flames burn even more vigorously.
"This is called Judgment's Vengeance Flame, created specifically to punish entities like you. Its existence is meant to cleanse all evil from the world."
"What an arrogant claim! You really don't know your place. Do you think that with your so-called Vengeance Flame, you are invincible?" Sha Qian said in a deep voice.
Joan clenched her fists, making them crack loudly, and lifted her head to meet him with eyes flickering like golden flames.
"I don't know if I can be invincible, but I do know that if I can kill you, that's enough."
In the next moment, accompanied by the crackling sound of flames burning, Joan sprang forward.
Her eyes were filled with determination, vowing to burn away all evil.
"I should have died back then, but I survived. Since I'm alive, there must be a reason for it.
I know this is my chance to take revenge for my parents, for my friends, for the Villagers, and for all the innocent people you have killed!"
Joan's momentum surged, carrying with it terrifying golden flames.
"I was born for revenge; I am your retribution."
Boom!
As the flames approached, Sha Qian did not dare to underestimate them and quickly gathered his magical power to strike from a distance.
However, this Golden Flame seemed to be the nemesis of all evil. When it encountered something, it ignited instantly like gasoline meeting fire.
Sha Qian was startled and hurriedly retreated while cutting off his magical energy output.
Huff!
The flames arrived in an instant, burning away the Daoist Arts he had previously used until nothing remained.
Feeling the power of the fire, Sha Qian's expression grew serious.
The evil energy was its fuel; it could not be used. The more he relied on it, the stronger it became, only hastening his descent into the abyss.
As he pondered this, the golden flame known as Judgment, the Vengeful Flame, was already upon him. Its wielder was filled with a soaring momentum, determined to turn him to ash.
Sha Qian's gaze flickered with anger, and he chose not to evade or dodge.
"Little brat, don’t think that just because you have something peculiar, you can take me down..."
"How naive!"
Boom! Sha Qian's spirit surged as a gust of wind blew in, surprisingly not igniting in the flames.
It even nearly dispersed the fire!
(To be continued.)
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