This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

one move.

It only took one move.

This clean, decisive, and almost cruel killing move instantly stunned everyone.

The remaining four members of the Ksitigarbha sect paused, their faces showing surprise and uncertainty.

Wang Xiaoer and Zhang Chen were also stunned.

They then realized that this seemingly rude and thuggish big guy was actually a highly skilled fighter who had been hiding his true abilities.

Little did they know that Brother Long had practiced Bajiquan in his youth, possessing unparalleled and powerful kung fu skills, emphasizing "hitting, striking, squeezing, and leaning," with each move potentially fatal.

It was only later, when a family member fell seriously ill and urgently needed money, that he went astray, using all his skills to fight for his life on the streets and collect debts at gambling dens.

"waste!"

The professor's face instantly darkened. He stared at Brother Long with eyes like poisoned knives.

"What are you afraid of? He's empty-handed! Attack him all at once! Let's finish this quickly!"

At his command, the remaining four immediately dispersed.

They no longer underestimated him; their eyes turned serious, and they attacked Brother Long simultaneously from four different directions, like a tightening net.

"Come on, you scum!"

Brother Long's fighting spirit soared, and he let out a beast-like roar.

But he was only one person, and two fists can't fight four hands; he still had to fight empty-handed.

The opposing team's coordination was also extremely smooth: one person launched the main attack, two harassed the flanks, and one searched for weaknesses behind them.

In the blink of an eye, Brother Long found himself in a passive position.

His arm was quickly slashed by a short knife, instantly drawing a string of blood beads.

The other man's attack was equally cunning; the instant he felt the pain, he didn't hesitate to leave a shallow wound on Brother Long's thigh.

But Brother Long seemed completely unconcerned about these wounds.

With far more street fighting experience than his opponent, every dodge and block he made was full of primal savagery.

Although he was in a very passive position, he was still able to seize every opportunity. Once someone got close, he would deliver a fierce shoulder bump or a tricky sweeping leg kick.

He was like a tiger under siege, constantly inflicting new wounds, yet he managed to hold everyone back.

However, as the wounds accumulated, Brother Long's physical strength began to decline noticeably.

As he parried another dagger aimed at his abdomen, he was ambushed and struck by another person. The force of the impact sent him staggering backward, his back slamming heavily against the rock wall before he could barely regain his balance.

He was already fighting a desperate battle.

He was breathing heavily when he suddenly turned his head and yelled at Wang Xiaoer, who was not far away.

"Master Wang! Don't just stand there watching!"

"Wasn't it you who caused trouble outside your yard earlier?"

"Quick! Let's greet them right now!"

Wang Xiaoer was taken aback by his shout and instinctively wanted to say something.

But at that moment, one of the four men who were besieging Brother Long also realized what was happening and suddenly broke away from the battle.

The man's eyes were cold. He ignored Brother Long, who seemed about to fall, and instead turned around like a venomous snake, rushing straight towards Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer!

His goal was clear: to take care of these two guys who seemed easier to deal with first.

Zhang Chen's eyes sharpened, and he immediately pushed Wang Xiaoer further away while he went to meet him.

He moved about in strange directions, constantly flicking out talismans printed in his hands one after another.

"Certainly!"

"Bind!"

"chaos!"

The talismans spontaneously combusted in the air without fire, transforming into invisible barriers and interference.

The member of the Ksitigarbha sect felt a blur before his eyes, as if he had stepped into mud, and his movements instantly became sluggish.

But he was, after all, a well-trained assassin. He forcibly broke free from the spell's influence, and his short knife still viciously stabbed towards Zhang Chen.

Of course, Zhang Chen wouldn't be foolish enough to stand still and wait to be stabbed. He moved as if the wind was blowing around him, and with a simple sidestep, he dodged several meters away.

Then, he threw out another bunch of printed talismans.

It looks flashy, but it's just about becoming stronger and protecting himself. Zhang Chen is still tightly entangled and can't break free to help Brother Long.

However, no one noticed.

Li, the bespectacled strategist who had been standing behind the professor as if he were stunned, quietly made a move.

He saw that Brother Long was already exhausted and covered in blood.

He saw that Zhang Chen was also entangled with his companions and couldn't take care of himself.

The fear and panic in his eyes faded, replaced by insidious greed.

Like a gecko, he clung to the edge of the cave, silently bypassing the fierce battle.

His footsteps were so light they were almost inaudible; all his attention was focused on the white marble altar in the center of the cave.

There, lay the thing that he, or rather the entire Ksitigarbha organization, had always dreamed of.

Brother Long roared again, grabbed an enemy's wrist, twisted it hard, and with a "crack," the opponent's wrist was broken.

But he also took a heavy kick to the lower back.

He staggered, fell to one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

My vision started to blur.

Just then, Zhang Chen caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure out of the corner of his eye.

It's that bespectacled strategist!

He's sneaking towards the altar!

"Watch out for the stone box!"

Zhang Chen shouted angrily, trying to rush over to stop him.

But the enemy who was entangled with him seized this opportunity and launched an even more frenzied attack, each strike faster than the last, blocking all his escape routes.

Seeing that Xiao Li's hand was about to touch the stone box, Wang Xiao Er also became anxious.

Aside from rolling in the mud with people in the village when he was a child, he really didn't have any fighting skills.

As for Taoist arts, Zhang Chen had already made it clear that they were only for dealing with evil spirits and ghosts, and were basically useless against living people.

Even the strange and unusual seals and talismans on Zhang Chen's body could only barely protect him; they were not effective at attacking.

In his desperation, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He recalled all his previous speculations, and the eeriness and irony that permeated the tomb.

He faced the altar and, with all his might, shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Is that thing fake?"

The shout was abrupt and inexplicable, sounding particularly strange amidst the fierce fighting.

But the moment he shouted it out, something unseen and intangible seemed to be truly moved.

The bespectacled strategist's fingers had just touched the cold surface of the stone box.

The smooth, mirror-like white marble floor tile beneath his feet suddenly cracked open with a sharp "crack."

"what!"

He cried out in surprise, lost his footing, and stumbled forward.

Then something even more incredible happened.

When he fell, his head hit the base of the three-tiered altar squarely.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud, like the tolling of an ancient bell.

The stone casket in the center of the altar, coveted by everyone, remained completely still.

On the contrary, a hidden compartment popped out from the side of the altar, where his head had hit the ground.

In the hidden compartment, an old bamboo scroll was revealed, lying quietly inside, exuding the fragrance of time.

At the same time, the stone box that everyone was staring at suddenly opened on its own.

The contents are very simple and easy to see at a glance.

However, there is no elixir of immortality, nor any gold or silver jewelry, nothing of value here.

Only a few ordinary pieces of clothing lay quietly at the bottom of the box.

A stone tablet was placed on top of the clothes, and on the tablet, a line of words was carved in the simplest way.

"The cenotaph of my friend General Li stands alongside the tombs of my friend Wang Lin."