The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

The sounds of fighting deep in the back mountains had turned into a deafening roar.

Zhang Yulei's footsteps shattered the pebbles on the mountain path, causing the scabbard of his black sword to tremble more rapidly. The golden arcs of lightning dormant on the blade almost broke free of their restraints, transforming into a raging dragon that would tear apart this chaotic world. His gaze pierced through the swirling dust and landed on the ravaged clearing ahead.

In the center of the open space, a figure with wildly dancing white hair was frantically wielding countless talismans.

That's Lu Jin.

At this moment, he was completely devoid of the composure of a patriarch from a prestigious family. His long, snow-white hair flew wildly in the wind, each strand seemingly containing immense power. His eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, and he let out low growls. His hands moved swiftly in front of him like butterflies, drawing mysterious trajectories.

"Ah! Ah! Come on! You scum!"

Lu Jin's roar was hoarse and frantic.

With each gesture, golden talismans flew from his fingertips as if they were free. These talismans were the manifestation of the Heavenly Talisman, one of the eight extraordinary techniques coveted by everyone in the world of supernatural beings. No talismanic vessel was needed; talismans could be drawn in the air with a single thought, possessing boundless power.

"Boom—!"

A Heavenly Thunder Talisman exploded, and dazzling lightning tore through the sky, blasting a charred crater in the open ground.

"Whoosh—!"

A wind blade talisman swept past, its sharp airflow like a knife blade, slicing the surrounding boulders in two, sending fragments flying.

"Boom—!" An explosive talisman landed, and the violent explosion kicked up a cloud of dust, turning all the vegetation within a ten-meter radius into dust.

In just a short while, the open space was completely destroyed. In particular, the area beneath Lu Jin's feet was blasted into a crater about three meters in diameter by the violent energy. The rocks at the bottom of the crater were melted and emitted a pungent, burnt smell.

Lu Jin's Qi was still being released wildly.

His mind was filled with endless rage and madness. Lei Yanpao Gao Ning's Twelve Labors of Passion Formation was like an invisible net, tightly binding his mind. He was like a ferocious beast out of control, only concerned with venting his anger, completely disregarding the fact that his internal energy was being consumed at an alarming rate.

Behind a boulder ten meters away, several figures were hiding in the shadows, coldly watching this farce unfold.

Leading the group was a fat monk. He wore a tattered robe, his head was bald, and his face was covered in greasy fat. However, his small eyes gleamed with a sinister light. He was none other than Gao Ning, one of the Four Madmen of Quanxing, known as Thunder Smoke Cannon.

Beside Gao Ning squatted an old man dressed in a blue robe. The old man had a gloomy face and cloudy eyes. His hands were behind his back, and he was playing with several small magical artifacts. This was Wan Tao, the artifact refiner. Beside him stood a burly man with a simple-minded look on his face. He was carrying a backpack and was Wan Tao's apprentice, Han Dan.

Beside him crouched two other figures. One was a woman dressed in purple, none other than Dou Mei, the Poisonous One, one of the Four Madmen. The other was a man dressed in black, with a thin face and a cold smile on his lips, none other than Shen Chong, the Root of Calamity, one of the Four Madmen.

They all waited quietly.

The Qi within Lu Jin's body was waiting to be completely exhausted.

At that time, Lu Jin will be like a lamb drained of its strength, at their mercy. The secret of the Heavenly Scroll will also be within their grasp.

"Gao Ning, what's going on? Is waiting for him to run out of energy the only option?" Wan Tao licked her chapped lips.

Gao Ning gave an awkward smile: "Uh, I don't have any other choice. Lu Jin is too deeply mired in anger and hatred. Even if I were to change him into another emotion now, it would take some time. We'll just wait, it'll only take a little time."

Dou Mei peeked at the crazed Lu Jin and nervously swallowed: "Once we get the Tongtian Scroll, we can leave Longhu Mountain. This place is too bloody; it's not suitable for me."

Shen Chong sneered, his gaze sweeping over Lu Jin, who was dancing wildly on the open ground: "Get the Tongtian Talisman? I'm afraid it won't be that easy. The old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain is no pushover."

After overhearing their conversation, Wan Tao's face showed anxiety: "What we lack most right now is time. We're currently at Longhu Mountain, and Zhang Zhiwei could appear at any moment!"

They were engrossed in their conversation, unaware that a cold gaze had already fallen upon them.

Zhang Yulei stood atop an ancient pine tree, his figure as ethereal as a ghost, blending seamlessly with the clouds and mist. His gaze coldly swept over the five people behind the boulder, the killing intent in his eyes like the ice and snow of winter, almost freezing the entire world.

Wan Tao, Han Dan, Gao Ning, Dou Mei, Shen Chong.

The four madmen of Quanxing, plus two weapon refiners.

What a bunch of scoundrels colluding with each other!

Zhang Yulei's fingers slowly tightened around the sword hilt. The scabbard of the black sword hummed under the strain. The golden arcs of lightning on the blade flickered more rapidly, crackling loudly.

With a slight movement of his foot, he was about to transform into a bolt of lightning, rushing down to slaughter this group of scum.

But just then—

A familiar energy, like a vast ocean, suddenly swept in from the direction of Longhu Mountain.

That Qi was powerful, upright, and incomparably domineering, carrying an aura of supreme authority. It was the Qi of his senior brother, the current Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Zhang Zhiwei!

Zhang Yulei's steps suddenly stopped.

His eyes flickered slightly.

My senior brother has arrived.

well.

Lu Jin's frenzied state was perfectly suited to be left to her senior brother.

Zhang Zhiwei's Golden Light Mantra is unparalleled, and it excels at suppressing violent Qi. If he were to make a move, he would easily subdue Lu Jin and dissolve the Twelve Labors Formation on his body.

But he had more important things to do.

That is—to wipe out Wan Tao and his apprentice, as well as Gao Ning and his gang of scum!

A cold smile curled at the corners of Zhang Yulei's lips. His gaze fell once more on the five people behind the boulder, the killing intent in his eyes growing even stronger.

Now that his senior brother had arrived, he no longer needed to worry about anything.

Today, he will make these scum pay for their crimes in blood!

Zhang Yulei took a deep breath, and the Qi around his body suddenly awakened like a sleeping dragon. The power of thunder within him surged wildly, flowing down his arm and into the black sword.

"Buzz—!"

A deafening dragon's roar suddenly rang out.

The scabbard of the dark-colored sword could no longer contain the blade's sharpness. A golden arc of lightning, like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, burst through the scabbard and shot straight into the sky.

Golden lightning instantly illuminated the entire back mountain.

The five people behind the boulder suddenly changed their expressions.

"What was that sound?!"

"Such powerful Qi! This Qi... is so domineering!"

"Oh no! A powerful enemy is approaching!"

Gao Ning's face turned deathly pale instantly. The Qi he was maintaining in the Twelve Labors of Emotion Array was thrown into disarray by this domineering power of thunder. Lu Jin, who was on the open ground, also seemed to be stimulated, letting out an even more ferocious roar, and his speed in wielding talismans became even more rapid.

Wan Tao's pupils suddenly contracted. He abruptly looked up in the direction of the ancient pine tree, his eyes filled with terror: "Who is it?! Who's there?!"

The simpleton, carrying the giant hammer, looked around blankly, muttering, "Master, there are bad guys!"

Dou Mei and Shen Chong's expressions also turned serious. They could feel the domineering power of thunder rapidly approaching. That power carried a chilling killing intent, as if it wanted to devour them completely.

Just then—

A black bolt of lightning suddenly swooped down from the top of the ancient pine tree.

That figure was moving at incredible speed.

His coarse Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and his long, gray hair danced in the breeze. On the blade of his black sword, golden arcs of lightning burned like flames, emitting a dazzling light.

Zhang Yulei's figure landed on top of the boulder like a ghost.

His gaze swept coldly over the five people below, the killing intent in his eyes like a sharp blade, making their skin sting.

"The scum of Quanxing..."

Zhang Yulei's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it came from the deepest hell, echoing throughout the open space.

"Today, I will ensure that none of you escape!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhang Yulei moved.

His figure, like a black lightning bolt, swooped down towards the five people behind the boulder.

On the blade of the black sword, golden lightning arcs surged three feet.

A sharp sword light, like lightning slicing through the sky, slashed towards Wan Tao's head!

Wan Tao's face turned deathly pale instantly. He could feel that the speed of this sword light was extremely fast. He didn't even have time to mobilize his Qi or summon his magical weapon.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

"No--!"

Wan Tao let out a piercing scream.

But before his scream could even finish, it was completely drowned out by the crisp sound of a weapon cutting through the air.

"Pfft—!"

The golden sword light sliced ​​through Wan Tao's head as easily as cutting tofu.

Hot blood gushed out from Wan Tao's neck like a fountain, splattering all over Han Dan's body and face.

Han Dan watched as his master's head rolled to his feet, his blank eyes instantly filled with terror. He abruptly raised his head, staring at Zhang Yulei's cold face, and let out a roar like a wild beast: "You...you killed my master! I'll kill you!"

Handyman, wielding a giant hammer, unleashed a torrent of energy from his body. His figure, like an out-of-control tank, charged toward Zhang Yulei.

A faint spiritual light shimmered on the giant hammer. Clearly, this giant hammer was also an extraordinary magical artifact.

But in Zhang Yulei's eyes, Han Dan's attack was like a child's play, utterly vulnerable.

Zhang Yulei's eyes remained completely still. He didn't even turn around; he simply slashed backward with the hand holding his black sword.

A golden arc of lightning, like a bolt of lightning, swept across the blade.

"Snap—!"

The aura emanating from the giant hammer was instantly shattered by the lightning. Immediately afterwards, the heavy hammer was sliced ​​in two by the lightning.

The simpleton's body was also severed in half by lightning.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the open space.

Blood and entrails were splattered all over the ground.

Zhang Yulei slowly sheathed his sword, the lightning on its blade gradually fading. He looked down at the two corpses on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion.

He raised his head, his gaze falling on Gao Ning, Dou Mei, and Shen Chong.

The three men's faces had turned deathly pale. Looking at Zhang Yulei's figure, which resembled a god of death, and at the corpses of Wan Tao and his apprentice on the ground, they felt a chill run from their feet to their heads, instantly engulfing their entire bodies.

This old Taoist priest is too powerful!

That's ridiculously strong!

Wan Tao was a renowned weapon refiner, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move from him!

Han Dan's strength should not be underestimated, but in front of him, he was like an ant, utterly vulnerable!

Who exactly is this old Taoist priest?!

When did Longhu Mountain come to have such a terrifying master?!

Gao Ning's body trembled slightly. He looked into Zhang Yulei's bloodshot eyes and at the lightning-streaked sword in his hand, and felt his throat tighten, unable to utter a single word.

Dou Mei's face also turned pale. Her intestinal poison could weaken a person. But in the face of this domineering thunderous power, her Qi energy seemed to have met its nemesis, and she couldn't use it at all.

The cold smile on Shen Chong's lips had vanished without a trace. His loan sharking business involved signing contracts with people; the more people he killed, the stronger the returns. But looking at Zhang Yulei's icy gaze, he didn't even dare to entertain the slightest thought of signing a contract.

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

They knew that they were likely to die here today.

Zhang Yulei, carrying a black sword, walked step by step toward the three of them.

With each step he took, the blood on the bluestone slab would leave a clear footprint on the sole of his shoe.

With each step he took, the aura of hostility around him intensified.

His gaze fell on the three faces, and the murderous intent in his eyes was like the ice and snow of winter, almost freezing them.

"Twelve Labors Formation... Intestinal Poison... Loan Sharking..." Zhang Yulei's voice was icy cold. "The Four Madmen of Quanxing, you truly live up to your reputation. It's just a pity that you chose the wrong opponent and the wrong place."

Gao Ning's body trembled violently. Looking into Zhang Yulei's icy eyes, he suddenly seemed to remember something and exclaimed in shock, "You...you are...you are the killing god of Blood Moon Valley! Zhang Yulei?!"

Zhang Yulei paused slightly in his steps.

He looked at Gao Ning, a cold smile curving his lips: "I didn't expect anyone would still remember this name."

Blood Moon Valley!

Zhang Yulei, the God of Slaughter!

These two names exploded in Dou Mei and Shen Chong's minds like thunderclaps.

Of course they know that name!

Decades ago, in the Battle of Blood Moon Valley, Zhang Yulei, alone with his sword, slew the Onmyoji leader of Japan, Oni-Mask, broke the Yin Soldier Soul-Devouring Formation, and slaughtered hundreds of Onmyoji. In that battle, he slaughtered mountains of corpses and seas of blood, dimmed the sun and moon, and shook the entire world of supernatural beings!

Later, he lost control and accidentally killed his comrade-in-arms, so he went into seclusion at Jingxin Cliff in Longhu Mountain and disappeared without a trace.

Unexpectedly, decades later, he would come out of retirement again!

Gao Ning's face turned deathly pale instantly. Looking at Zhang Yulei's icy expression, he suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "Master Zhang! Spare us! Master Zhang! We know we were wrong! We'll never dare to do it again! Please spare our lives!"

Dou Mei and Shen Chong, as if waking from a dream, immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"Master Zhang! Spare my life!"

"We were forced! Gong Qing forced us to come!"

"Please, have mercy! Spare our lives!"

The three people's voices were choked with sobs and filled with fear.

Looking at the three of them in their disheveled state, Zhang Yulei's smile grew even colder.

Spare me?

When they used the Twelve Labors Formation to drive Lu Jin mad, did they ever think of sparing his life?

When they followed Gong Qing and wreaked havoc on Longhu Mountain, indiscriminately killing their fellow disciples, did they ever think of sparing their lives?

Zhang Yulei's fingers slowly tightened around the sword hilt. Golden arcs of lightning flashed once more on the blade of the black sword.

"The rule of Longhu Mountain is: trespassers die."

Zhang Yulei's voice was resolute.

The moment he finished speaking, the black sword in his hand was raised once more.

Golden arcs of lightning, like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, charged fiercely towards the three of them!

Despair instantly filled the eyes of Gao Ning, Dou Mei, and Shen Chong.

They wanted to escape, but their bodies seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

"Puff puff puff—!"

Three crisp sounds of weapons cutting through each other rang out almost simultaneously.

Three heads shot into the sky.

Hot blood gushed out like a fountain, spraying across the ground.

Zhang Yulei slowly sheathed his sword, the lightning on its blade gradually fading. He looked down at the five corpses on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion.

He raised his head and looked towards the center of the open space.

There, a dazzling golden light enveloped Lu Jin.

Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back, bathed in golden light. His gaze calmly fell upon Lu Jin, and the golden light surrounding him flowed gently into Lu Jin's body like a soft stream.

The violent energy emanating from Lu Jin's body was gradually subsiding at a visible speed. His bloodshot eyes were also slowly regaining their clarity.

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Yulei's lips.

With my senior brother's help, everything was foolproof.

He picked up his black sword, turned around, and slowly walked toward the center of the open space.