One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 43 Killing to Protect Life

Xiao Zizai did not press his advantage, but instead released his grip and kicked Zhao Guizhen away.

He stood there, flicking the blood off his hands, then took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped his fingers.

"Don't rush to call out."

"The warm-up exercises have just ended."

"Senior Su instructed that the items should be sorted and recycled. I need to peel off your stinking skin first and see just how rotten you are inside."

Zhao Guizhen clutched his severed hand, rolled around on the ground a few times, and got up with a face full of cold sweat.

fear.

An unprecedented fear gripped him.

The man in front of me wasn't fighting at all; he was enjoying himself!

He's enjoying the process of torturing himself!

"You're insane...you're a madman!!"

As Zhao Guizhen retreated, he pulled a black flag from his pocket.

That was a protective magic item given to him by Ma Xianhong.

"Master, save me!!"

He suddenly waved the flag, and a cloud of mist instantly rose up, attempting to conceal his figure and escape.

"Trying to run away?"

Wang Zhenqiu, who was in the tree, yawned and was about to make a move to stop him.

"Don't move."

Xiao Zizai's voice came, stopping Wang Zhenqiu:

"Ball, don't spoil the fun."

"If the prey doesn't struggle, then this meal... is too bland."

Xiao Zizai looked at the mist but didn't rush to chase after it.

He slowly and deliberately unbuttoned his collar, revealing the bulging veins on his neck, the red light in his eyes completely overriding his reason:

"Run, Taoist priest."

"In the darkness of Biyou Village, no matter where you run..."

"The Buddha will find you."

Outside of this noisy battle, inside the Listening Wind Pavilion.

Su Wuxian was lying on a rocking chair, and Chen Duo was obediently squatting beside him peeling oranges for him.

He listened to the shouts of battle coming from afar and leisurely swung his legs:

"Listen to this, this is the energy of young people!"

"Senior brother, this orange is nice, quite sweet. Want a segment?"

Zhang Zhiwei took the oranges and shook his head helplessly:

"You just want to stir up trouble."

"However... that kid named Xiao Zizai's karmic burdens are likely to erupt tonight."

"Good thing it erupted."

Su Wuxian's eyes were deep:

"No destruction, no construction. Tonight, we'll untangle this inner demon in his heart."

......

Meanwhile, at the other end of the village.

Zhang Chulan was sneakily perched on a wall, holding a pair of binoculars in his hand.

Beside him, Feng Baobao was squatting on the ground, intently counting ants.

"Sister Bao'er, stop counting."

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice:

"There's movement on our side too."

In the courtyard below, three people with superior roots gathered.

Harichagai (a Mongolian strongman), Zhong Xiaolong (a master of finger flicking), Liu Dang.

The three seemed to have sensed the fighting activity over there and were preparing to provide support.

"Something seems to have happened to Master Zhao! Let's go check it out!"

Haricha is a warm-hearted person; he was ready to roll up his sleeves and rush off.

"etc!"

The meticulous Zhong Xiaolong stopped him:

"Don't be impulsive. The leader hasn't given the order yet. Besides... haven't you noticed? That kid named Zhang Chulan, and that crazy woman Feng Baobao, haven't shown up at all."

"You mean they'll launch a sneak attack?" Liu asked.

"Very likely." Zhong Xiaolong looked around warily. "Those two are temporary workers from All-Tong; their methods are definitely not clean."

Zhang Chulan, perched atop the wall, twitched at the corner of his mouth upon hearing this:

"Who used dirty tricks? I'm a legitimate disciple of a prestigious sect!"

He glanced back at Feng Baobao:

"Sister Bao'er, it's our turn to go on stage."

"Remember what the advisor said: don't kill them, just cripple them. Especially that Zhong Xiaolong, he talks too much, give him special attention."

Feng Baobao stood up, patted the dirt off her bottom, picked up her signature shovel—though she was wearing a suit, the shovel remained her defining characteristic:

"I understand."

"Bury halfway, or bury the whole thing?"

"...Just halfway through, leave the head to breathe."

Zhang Chulan sighed.

"Let's do it!"

With Zhang Chulan's command.

Two dark figures descended from the sky!

"Little white worm!!"

Zhang Chulan immediately unleashed his ultimate move, a white lightning bolt transforming into a giant python that blasted directly towards Harichagai.

"What the hell! A sneak attack?! Shameless!!"

The three people below were shocked and immediately panicked.

"Zzzzzzz—!!"

A blinding white lightning bolt ripped through the night sky; it was Zhang Chulan's long-planned, insidious attack—the Little White Serpent.

This thing may have a corny name, but its power is absolutely real.

Like a nimble, venomous snake, it deftly circled around Harichagai's broad back and headed straight for the back of his head.

"mean!!"

Harichai roared angrily.

This Mongolian man from the grasslands reacted extremely quickly; despite his large size, he was exceptionally agile.

He suddenly shrank his neck and at the same time swung his hand back, his large palm covered with a thick layer of pale golden Qi light.

"Snapped!"

He actually slapped that lightning snake away with a single blow!

Although his palms were charred and smoking from the electric shock, he seemed to feel no pain. He turned around and charged towards Zhang Chulan on the wall like a heavy tank.

"Holy crap! Taking a direct hit from lightning? Dude, are you a lightning rod?"

Zhang Chulan was startled, but instead of confronting him directly, he rolled down from the wall.

"Ouch, I fell down!!!"

Zhang Chulan pretended to twist his ankle, striking a pose as if he were about to fall over:

"Ouch! It hurts! It's broken! It must be broken!"

"Brothers, we were just sparring, there's no need to risk our lives, is there? How about I pay your medical expenses and we call it even?"

"I'll pay you back, you son of a bitch!"

Zhong Xiaolong, who was standing next to him, had a fiery temper.

With his hands in his pockets, he flicked his fingers, sending several beads enveloped in Qi flying like bullets toward Zhang Chulan on the ground.

The Finger Flicking Divine Skill!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

These marbles were fired at extremely tricky angles, blocking all of Zhang Chulan's escape routes.

"Holy crap! They're serious!"

Zhang Chulan performed a "lazy donkey roll" on the ground, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

But at that moment, Su Wuxian's teachings on the high-speed train suddenly flashed through his mind:

"The core of divine spirits lies in assimilation and absorption. Don't rush to block it, try taking a bite first."

"Want a bite?"

Zhang Chulan's eyes narrowed.

Faced with the last unavoidable marble, he no longer used the Golden Light Spell to withstand it.

Surprised and focused, he took a deep breath, and the "seed" in his abdomen trembled slightly.

He stretched out his hand, but no golden light was emitted.

A layer of colorless and transparent Qi enveloped his palm, and he grabbed directly at the marble!