Chapter 313: Martial Dao Manifestation! Crushing All! The Mysterious Scroll! The Hand Behind the Curtain!

“You’re just a tongue-ripping ghost[1]. You’re courting death!”

Li Yanchu’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

Void-Splitting Palm!

His entire body surged with blood and qi, and in an instant it blazed like a furnace. He was full of youthful vigor and fiery strength.

Bang!

The tongue-ripping ghost was instantly obliterated, and its soul was scattered to nothing. Then, a pool of sludge oozed out from the ground, surging up to engulf Li Yanchu entirely.

But, his Qi Shield stopped it cold, and his blood and qi surged. The foul mire couldn’t withstand that terrifying heat, and was forced back at once.

Clang!

The blade’s light shredded the air, transforming into a crimson hurricane. With its qi raging unchecked, it wiped out that pool of sludge entirely.

The surrounding demons and heretics felt the searing wave rush over them, and even the air drawn into their lungs burned with scorching heat! For ghosts and sinister spirits, this was their natural nemesis!

Here, gathered were countless masters of demonic, ghostly, and monstrous arts, yet they surged forward one after another to kill!

Zhao Youwei’s eyes brimmed with shock.

“Bloody hell! Which Daoist temple bred this fellow, he’s too ferocious!”

And then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life. Blades of light and waves of flame fused into a boundless sea, instantly engulfing the demons and fiends before them.

Apart from the long-bearded old man, Hu Jinbao, Mr. Hua, and Madam Wang, every other demon and heretic was slaughtered to the last. From start to finish, he had relied solely on Martial Dao.

The four stared in shock at the cold-faced young Daoist, and their gazes met in disbelief. That blaze of blades and fire just now was simply too domineering.

“He’s merely a mundane martial fighter; kill him, otherwise if word spreads, it’ll be the world’s mockery!” the long-bearded old man said gravely.

Hu Jinbao couldn’t help but glance at him.

You call this a mere mundane martial fighter!?

He drew a deep breath; that long-bearded old man was overbearing and arrogant, but in this one thing, he wasn’t wrong. The Xinyi Dao had allied with the heretics of Feiyun Prefecture to plot some grand undertaking! If they were overturned by a Daoist barely in his twenties, wouldn’t that become the greatest joke under heaven?

They were all renowned great demons and fiends across the lands; if such news spread, wouldn’t people laugh their heads off!? Thus, the four of them shared the same resolve, and their killing intent blazed forth!

As for the scholar Cao Xing and the Daoist Zhao Youwei huddled in the corner, everyone simply ignored them. They were like mere ants, and one finger could squash them flat.

But then, the long-bearded old man’s eyes flickered, and his figure turned into a streak of light before shooting straight into the scholar Cao Xing.

Cao Xing, who had been trying to survive quietly in the corner, suddenly shuddered and bowed his head. Meanwhile, Zhao Youwei instinctively backed away.

Shit!

This fellow’s been possessed!

Cao Xing slowly raised his head, his eyes now contained the gaze of an old man, and he brimmed with a dense yin aura. His smile was eerie.

Of the four, Hu Jinbao was a fox spirit, Mr. Hua and Madam Wang were human heretics. Only he was a ghost, and he had been thoroughly suppressed by Li Yanchu’s overwhelming qi and blood.

But now, possessing the scholar’s flesh, he gained a body’s protection, which allowed him to unleash his strength even more fully. It also served to make the young Daoist hesitate to strike recklessly.

If Zhao Youwei hadn’t been a cultivator of the Dao, his body would have been an even better vessel.

After taking over the scholar’s body, the long-bearded old man let out a long howl. His figure pounced forth like a fierce tiger or leopard, directly striking to kill.

Meanwhile, Hu Jinbao and the other two followed close behind.

Bang!

Fist met fist, and a heavy thud echoed out. Li Yanchu felt a tremendous force surge up his arm. This was the physical boost from the ghost possessing flesh.

The long-bearded old man sneered coldly, “Come on! Aren’t you so-called monks and Daoists always claiming to be righteous? Then kill this innocent scholar! Go on, do it!”

Li Yanchu’s eyes flashed like cold lightning, and he had a solemn look on his face.

“Ever heard of the Alpha Unit?”

The long-bearded old man froze. What was he talking about?

The other three also looked at him with puzzled expressions.

Alpha Unit!?

What kind of thing was that!?

Before their confusion cleared, Li Yanchu’s figure suddenly appeared behind the long-bearded old man.

Daoist art, Godspeed!

Bang!

His fist smashed into the scholar Cao Xing’s back!

Crack!

Cao Xing’s ribs broke, and blood spurted from his mouth as his body flew.

At the same time, another shocked figure was forced out and was hovering in midair. It was the long-bearded old man!

“I am from the righteous sect! You demons murdered a scholar. Avenging him is utterly justified!”

Li Yanchu sneered coldly, while Zhao Youwei’s mouth twitched. Even the long-bearded old man was driven to laughter by this.

“What ‘righteous sect’?!”

But in the next instant, the qi around Li Yanchu surged wildly, and behind him appeared a colossal phantom in his own likeness and clad in ancient armor with a grim and unyielding expression.

He gathered his qi and unleashed a punch. The phantom behind him mirrored the motion, striking in perfect sync.

Boom!

The long-bearded old man was blown apart by the blazing yang qi, and his soul was utterly annihilated.

“This is... the Martial Dao Manifestation!?”

Hu Jinbao froze, and a thought of sheer disbelief surged in his heart. This was the legendary realm of Martial Dao. When essence, qi, and spirit united, a martial artist would gain this exclusive, world-shaking killing technique.

But... Hu Jinbao had always thought it was just a myth from old texts and was just a boastful exaggeration. A crude, unrefined martial artist simply could not hold their own in the arena. Yet today, he was seeing Martial Dao Manifestation with his very own eyes!

Li Yanchu moved, and in the blink of an eye, he was beside Mr. Hua.

Boom!

Another punch in perfect sync with the phantom behind him. His attack was simple and direct.

Mr. Hua’s body instantly exploded, shattering into a cloud of blood mist. Not even his primordial spirit or dharma form had time to appear, he was utterly annihilated!

At this time, Madam Wang shrieked and stumbled backward.

“Damned ghost! If you don’t come out now, I’m going to be beaten to death!”

As her words fell, a chilling aura surged from her brow before condensing into the hazy visage of a man’s face.

This woman actually cultivates that dual-body yin-yang arts!?

Hu Jinbao hadn’t even finished marveling when Li Yanchu struck again with a single punch. He blew Madam Wang and the ghost soul within her into pieces all at once.

Boom!

The entire ancient manor trembled violently, and Hu Jinbao’s face twisted with horror. That ghostly soul’s aura just now had towered to the heavens, and its cultivation was without question above his own.

And yet, before it could even emerge, it was brutally obliterated. Hu Jinbao turned into a streak of light before fleeing madly. But suddenly, a vast, crushing qi exploded forth, sweeping directly at him like a golden dragon.

Hu Jinbao formed a hand seal, and his body split into three identical figures, which were impossible to tell apart.

But, it was utterly useless. Li Yanchu’s qi locked onto him, and with a single punch, he was annihilated!

Hu Jinbao let out a final wail, before his body was torn apart and ground to dust by that overwhelming force. All the demons, fiends, and heretics present were slaughtered without exception!

Li Yanchu turned and gave a faint smile toward Zhao Youwei in the corner.

“He’s not dead. Take him, and leave this place quickly!”

Zhao Youwei froze, then suddenly understood. He hoisted the scholar Cao Xing onto his back and bolted for the exit. His reaction could not have been sharper, and his movements were agile and quick!

But when he reached the courtyard, he let out a horrified scream. “This place has ghostly veils. I can’t break out!”

Boom!

Just then, a blade of light split the air. The fog before them shattered, and the deadly feng shui formation of life and death was torn apart. The ancient manor cracked and splintered like a painting torn apart, because it was a scroll painting! Everything just now had taken place

within the painting

. The revelation was so bizarre that it defied belief!

1. The ‘tongue-ripping ghost’ does not refer to a specific type of ghost, but rather to the sinful souls in Chinese folk tales who, after death, are sent to the ‘tongue-ripping hell’ in the Eighteen Levels of Hell. These souls, in their lifetimes, committed verbal sins such as sowing discord, slandering and harming others, or lying to deceive people. In tongue-ripping hell, the hellish attendants seize the sinners’ tongues with iron tongs and forcibly pull them out, imposing a punishment that lasts ten thousand years—which is equivalent to 13.5 billion years in the human world ☜