While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

"I beseech the Thunder Generals of the Nine Heavens to descend with their divine light as my personal protectors."

"Below, evil spirits and malevolent ghosts are causing chaos in the yin and yang realms, and they are running rampant with evil winds and fierce ghosts."

"May I borrow divine power to vanquish evil spirits and point my sword at the wicked to quell misfortune."

"This disciple, holding the talisman, respectfully welcomes the Holy One, who will swiftly display his divine powers to avert disaster."

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

Some distance from Upton Manor, a Taoist altar is set up here.

Cao Kun, holding a peach wood sword and carrying a talisman for invoking the gods, was performing the ritual.

boom!

The talisman on the peach wood sword transformed into a ball of fire.

At the same time, a powerful and domineering force entered Cao Kun's body.

Cao Kun's body trembled; under the influence of this power, he felt as if his body was about to explode.

Cao Kun's body showed no physical changes, but his aura was completely different.

It became incredibly domineering, and lightning also began to flicker.

His emotions were also affected to some extent by the power within his body, making him somewhat irritable, as if he was about to explode at any moment.

"Walk!"

With a wave of his hand, Cao Kun put the altar into the system space and, under the shocked gazes of Douglas and Sheriff Ford, got into the Rolls-Royce.

Sheriff Ford quickly got into the driver's seat and became the driver.

Douglas sat next to Cao Kun.

At such close range, Douglas could feel Cao Kun's aura, and his heart began to race.

A fine layer of sweat uncontrollably seeped from his forehead.

The car soon arrived at the Upton Estate.

Two rows of heavily armed men stood on either side of the road, adding a touch of solemnity and gravity to the atmosphere.

The car stopped in front of the main building, and a man who looked like a manager led Cao Kun and the other two to a lavishly decorated reception room.

However, there is no one in the house now.

After Cao Kun and his two companions sat down, the others followed and left without anyone greeting them, leaving only the three of them in the large reception room.

Cao Kun's face turned cold. He knew what the other party meant; they just wanted to put them on the defensive and put some pressure on them.

These are all well-worn tricks on the other side of the strait.

Cao Kun's internal strength is not afraid of such methods for the time being.

Even if the power summoned is not used, it will still gradually be depleted.

However, compared to fighting against other people, the rate of energy consumption is still much slower.

It can be maintained for a considerable period of time.

However, the force made his body swell, as if it was about to explode, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

Under normal circumstances, even in this situation, Cao Kun could calmly wait.

But now, he has a very bad temper.

The other party's attitude made him unable to tolerate it any longer.

"Snapped!"

Cao Kun slammed his hand down, shattering the table in front of him into pieces, startling Douglas and Sheriff Ford.

"Bang!"

Cao Kun kicked the chair behind him again, shattering it into pieces.

"Bang bang bang..."

Cao Kun continued to dismantle the furniture in the reception room, turning it into a pile of rubble.

Both Douglas and Sheriff Ford were stunned.

They wanted to stop him, but were intimidated by Cao Kun's powerful and volatile aura, and dared not speak.

Just then, the two doors of the reception room were finally pushed open.

A man in his thirties, wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, with a clean-shaven face, strode in.

dong dong dong...

The ground trembled slightly with the dull thud.

The footsteps didn't come from the bespectacled man, but from a small giant following behind him.

This person was entirely black and shiny, and had an exceptionally tall and strong physique.

Previously, the Mandela servant trained by Morian and Tanisa was already 2 meters tall, which was quite tall.

But compared to this one, she still looked much smaller.

This person is about 2.5 meters tall, and when he came in, his shoulders almost filled the frame of the double doors.

It possesses a powerful and malevolent energy.

Cao Kun recognized it as the power of a curse.

Tanisa is right; the Mandela servants they trained are not strong enough.

Now, this one is clearly several levels stronger than that previous servant.

A man in a suit and glasses entered with a servant who looked like a little giant. He had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes revealed an undisguised arrogance.

It seems that neither a sheriff nor a billionaire is worth his attention.

However, when he saw the room full of broken furniture, the smile on his face instantly froze.

"this……"

He looked at Cao Kun and the other two, and for a moment he could hardly believe his eyes.

"So, you want to see me?"

A voice, clearly tinged with suppressed anger, reached his ears.

He looked up and realized it was the Chinese exorcist.

They had, of course, investigated this man and knew that Cao Kun was quite capable, having helped some people resolve their troubles and already having a small reputation in Hollywood circles.

He even killed one of Mandela's servants and Morian, who sacrificed himself.

That's why they made the request to meet him, wanting to see just how skilled this Chinese exorcist really was.

Unexpectedly, before they could even begin weighing the items, this person had already smashed up one of their meeting rooms.

The bespectacled man wanted to get angry, but under the immense pressure from Cao Kun, he couldn't vent his anger.

At that moment, he saw that Cao Kun's gaze had fallen on Mandela's attendant behind him.

"I killed one of these last time, I wonder how strong this one is."

Cao Kun clasped his hands together, and a bolt of lightning flashed, making a crackling sound.

Upon seeing the lightning, the bespectacled man's expression changed.

Lightning, being the most yang, most rigid, and most intense substance, is the nemesis of all evil.

Mandela's servants were created by a powerful curse and are also evil beings, thus vulnerable to lightning.

The bespectacled man's face darkened. He had indeed intended for Mandela's attendant behind him to weigh Cao Kun.

But now, they've changed their minds.

The powerful aura emanating from Cao Kun, along with the lightning surrounding him, had already provided him with a great deal of useful information.

"Knock knock knock..."

Cao Kun also began to take steps.

He was only 1.82 meters tall, but next to Mandela's 2.5-meter-tall attendant, he looked like a child.

But the aura he exuded, the power he radiated, and the lightning flashing around him made him seem even taller than Mandela's two-and-a-half-meter-tall servant.

With each step he took, the ground trembled, putting immense pressure on the bespectacled man, causing his heart to pound faster.

"Come on, let me see your strength."

Cao Kun was getting closer and closer to him, putting increasing pressure on him.

Just as Cao Kun was about to make a move, the bespectacled man suddenly reached out and said, "Wait a minute."

"Is there anything else?" Cao Kun frowned, his tone extremely impatient.

The bespectacled man waved his hand: "You can go out now."

Mandela's attendant, like a machine, turned and left, quickly disappearing from the reception room.

"Hmm?" Cao Kun uttered a dissatisfied question.

The bespectacled man smiled and said, "I just wanted to meet you today and get to know you. I have no other intentions. There's no need for any physical violence; it would only damage our relationship."

"snort!"

Cao Kun snorted coldly: "Since you've met and gotten to know each other, then you two can talk. I'm only interested in fighting; don't bother me with anything else."