Chapter 603: The Four-Eyed, Six-Armed Illegitimate Deity Bodhisattva! The Judge! Flying Incense Swords! The Fierce Daoist!

Chapter 603: The Four-Eyed, Six-Armed Illegitimate Deity Bodhisattva! The Judge! Flying Incense Swords! The Fierce Daoist!

Li Yanchu took a step forward. A surge of qi and blood erupted from his body like a raging inferno, blazing like the sun itself.

Divine Astral Hands!

A massive handprint, about six zhang in size, materialized, brimming with overwhelming blood power.

Bang!

A cultivation expert skilled in terrain techniques was struck by his palm. In midair, they were instantly pulverized into a cloud of blood mist.

The Zhou family cultivators watching this were stunned.

“Quick, summon the head of the family,” an elder barked.

This young Daoist who had suddenly stormed their estate was not someone they could contend with.

Before the elder’s words could even finish, Li Yanchu had already reached him. Taking half a step forward, he unleashed a crushing punch.

The explosive force completely obliterated the jiangshi, which had been impervious to blades and weapons. This elder was formidable among the Zhou family assassins, but against Li Yanchu, he was utterly powerless.

In the blink of an eye, Li Yanchu had already killed two of them in succession.

At that moment, a begging monk wearing a straw hat leaped forward. His steps hovered in midair, subtly revealing the ability to walk on air.

“Great Devotee. This Daoist is wreaking havoc in our Zhou estate. Please, Devotee, step in and subdue him,” the Zhou family assassins shouted in agreement.

The monk’s expression was solemn, and he had his hands clasped together.

A four-armed, six-eyed Bodhisattva Dharma form suddenly materialized from his body.

At the same time, a figure resembling a judge official emerged from behind a wall.

Holding a Judge’s Brush and wearing official robes with ribbons fluttering in the air, he radiated the power of incense prayer, clearly empowered by a temple deity under the Devotee.

“You madman. Do you even know where you are? How dare you come here and wreak havoc,” the judge-form primordial spirit manifestation’s voice boomed.

“Isn’t this just the Shanhai Tower? Or is this some secret hidden place?!” Li Yanchu’s tone was icy.

The judge’s gaze darkened as he exchanged a glance with the straw-hatted monk. “Fine. Since you know, then you shall not leave alive.”

Unlike ordinary primordial spirit manifestations, this judge condensed incense prayer power. With a single strike, a sword of flying incense energy shot toward Li Yanchu, aiming straight at his brow.

“How dare an illegitimate god be reckless before me.” Li Yanchu’s voice thundered like an explosion.

Clang!

A dragon-like roar echoed. His Jiaoslayer drew three cun from its sheath, releasing a surging, overwhelming qi.

With a flash of the blade, the flying sword, formed from the judge’s incense prayer, was cut in two. Along with it, the judge’s Dharma form was also destroyed.

With a single stroke, the judge’s Dharma form was reduced to ashes.

Meanwhile, the Great Devotee, coordinating with the judge, rode the four-armed, six-eyed illegitimate god Bodhisattva toward Li Yanchu.

Seeing this, his heart sank. The Second Devotee’s cultivation level was nearly equal to his, yet he had been killed in one move.

The Great Devotee’s body abruptly halted midair, transforming into a stream of light, attempting to return to his true body.

Clang!

The Jiaoslayer became a streak of light, pinning the illegitimate god Bodhisattva and the straw-hatted monk’s physical bodies to the ground.

The blade’s sharp force obliterated both the monk’s physical body and spirit. All life energy was instantly extinguished.

A deathly silence enveloped the place.

The Zhou family cultivators, the assassins of Shanhai Tower, saw this scene and felt their hearts shatter. One by one, they fled in terror.

Whoosh!

Li Yanchu raised the Eight Trigrams Mirror in his hand. It soared into the air, expanding to a ten-zhang-wide size.

From the mirror emerged a white divine light, instantly enveloping the entire Zhou estate.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Zhou family’s formations were immediately suppressed by the Eight Trigrams Mirror. The cultivators attempting to flee were directly struck in their souls.

Second-level cultivators, whose spirits could barely leave their bodies, could still stand with effort. Meanwhile, Qi Cultivators collapsed to the ground.

Martial artists and wandering rogues also screamed in agony, clutching their heads. The Eight Trigrams Mirror inflicted tremendous damage on the spirit. Those without significant spiritual cultivation were completely defenseless.

Li Yanchu, wielding the Jiaoslayer, constantly vanished and reappeared throughout the Zhou estate.

One corpse after another fell to the ground, blood quickly pooling into rivulets, then streams. Blood flowed like a river.

The Zhou estate, the headquarters of Shanhai Tower, had been operating for countless years. Its assassins were all cultivators or martial men entwined with hatred, killing without remorse.

Yet today, seeing Li Yanchu’s incredible efficiency, even they were shaken to their core. No one could stand before this young Daoist wielding a blade. No poisons, curses, or hexes seemed to affect him. No matter the divine weapon or enchanted blade, no one could approach him.

Before this Daoist was an invisible wall of energy, intercepting all attacks. They were utterly unable to strike.

***

The Zhou Family Cottage was where the Zhou family Old Ancestor secluded himself for cultivation and meditation.

From the outside, it looked like a plain thatched hut. Inside, however, it was a splendid palace.

Maidens in light, flowing silk attended to the household. If one looked closely, one would notice that although their eyes were lively, there was a hint of emptiness in their gaze. Because... they were all paper dolls.

The Zhou family Old Ancestor had specifically crafted them for his own enjoyment. Of course, given his status and wealth, he could have hundreds of real women attending him. Yet he seemed to have a special affection for the paper-doll beauties. It was likely tied to some personal sentiment or unique obsession.

Knock knock!

A knock sounded at the door. Before the Zhou family Old Ancestor could respond, a middle-aged man came stumbling in, his face full of panic.

“OId Ancestor, it’s bad! A young Daoist has appeared outside, he’s killing anyone he sees. And he knows that our Zhou family is the secret behind Shanhai Tower. By now, he’s probably already reached the backyard!”

It was Zhou Yunding, head of the Zhou family, speaking.

The Zhou family Old Ancestor was enjoying the company of a beauty, wearing only his outer robe, that revealed a muscular, well-built body with skin as delicate as a baby’s.

Seeing Zhou Yunding rush in, a murderous gleam flashed across his face. A powerful aura immediately spread outward.

Thud!

Zhou Yunding collapsed to his knees, his bones and primordial spirit trembling uncontrollably.

“Where are the family’s Devotees? You come to disturb me over such a trivial matter?” The Old Ancestor, holding the delicate beauty in his arms, said impatiently.

Any man would be furious if interrupted at such a moment, and the Zhou family Old Ancestor was no exception.

“The Grand and Second Devotees were killed under that Daoist’s hands. They didn’t even manage a single move before being killed!” Zhou Yunding said in terror.

He had witnessed it firsthand and was utterly shaken, rushing straight to the backyard.

“Killed in a single move?” The Old Ancestor frowned.

The First and Second Devotees were cultivators at the peak of the Yin Spirit realm. To kill them in a single move... only a master of the Yang Spirit realm could do that.

Just as the Old Ancestor was about to speak, a young Daoist appeared, tall and exuding yang qi.

A long sword hung at his waist, his gaze icy and cold.