Rural Romantic Life

The old witch doctor's real name was Wu Chen.

At the very beginning, when he first clashed with Lu Yang, he only used about 30% of his combat power. But this time, he went all out and still couldn't defeat his opponent, which undoubtedly shocked him.

As he watched his opponent's iron fist, like a fierce dragon, relentlessly pound towards his body, his expression became more solemn than ever before. However, he felt no fear or apprehension, because he still believed that he could crush his opponent and that his opponent was no match for him!

Because of the other party's age, he is just a young man in his early twenties. Even if the other party's martial arts talent is a genius among geniuses, an unparalleled prodigy, it is impossible for him to have cultivated his martial arts realm to the third level of the Innate Realm in his early twenties.

Even if the opponent cultivates their martial arts to the same level as him and fights to a standstill, the opponent is still no match for him, because his greatest trump card is not ancient martial arts, but the witchcraft path he uses to enter the Dao through Gu poison.

Now, just to be on the safe side, he fully activated his dantian's true energy, gathering it in his iron fist, and then fiercely blasted it towards Lu Yang's Fierce Dragon Fist.

At the same time, he roared with absolute confidence, "You little bastard, die!"

boom!

The moment their fists collided was like a real collision of Mars and Earth. Their true energy surged wildly, cutting through the surrounding air as if it were paper, making a swishing sound.

Click!

Amidst this chaos, a remarkably clear sound suddenly rang out—the sound of bones shattering.

Swish!

Almost simultaneously, a dark figure flew out horizontally in a backwards motion.

With a loud bang, it slammed viciously against the wall of the opposite bedroom, causing the entire wall to tremble several times and a lot of dust to fall.

Falling down with him was an elderly man who had been spitting out 82 years' worth of blood.

Everyone gasped and looked over. The person spitting blood was none other than the old witch doctor, Wu Chen.

The Chu family members present were truly dumbfounded, feeling as if someone had grabbed their necks, unable to utter a sound, only feeling utterly suffocated.

At first, these people believed it and thought that Lu Yang, a young man in his early twenties, could not possibly be a match for Wu Chen, an old witch doctor and a master of innate talent. They believed that the reason why Wu Chen could easily shatter the opponent's true energy iron claw with a mere mortal finger was because he had used some secret technique or a powerful spiritual weapon.

clap clap!

However?

Seeing the witch doctor Wu Chen's miserable, blood-spitting appearance, they felt as if they had been slapped in the face, their cheeks burning.

Upon witnessing this scene, Wang Haotian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, leaving two dents in the instep of his foot. In a state of extreme shock, he let out a piercing scream: "Ah... Gah... Whoa... This... This is absolutely impossible, my eyes must be playing tricks on me..."

He seemed like a madman, uttering strange syllables and constantly rubbing his eyes with both hands, trying to prove that his eyes were indeed seeing things. Otherwise, how could his senior master, a martial arts expert at the third level of the innate realm, be truly knocked away by a mere insignificant brat, a complete nobody, with a single punch?

However, no matter how much he rubbed his eyes, even to the point of almost bursting them, things still didn't go as he wanted. Instead, he was met with a result that was hard for him to accept.

Wu Chen stared blankly at his arm, which had been broken by Lu Yang's punch. It was covered in blood and a mangled mess.

Then, like a madman, he erupted with a beastly roar: "You little bastard, you deserve to die, you absolutely deserve to die..."

"How dare you break my arm..."

Suddenly, he let out a maniacal, cold laugh: "You little bastard, I really underestimated you. I never imagined your martial arts skills were so terrifying!"

"But do you really think you've won?"

"If that's the case, you're very wrong!"

"Our contest has only just begun, but in my opinion, what begins next is actually the true end..."

"Now, I will let you truly experience the most powerful methods of witchcraft!"

"You little bastard, tremble before me!"

Suddenly, Wu Chen began chanting complex witchcraft incantations. As soon as his voice rang out, everyone felt extremely uncomfortable, and the entire bedroom became incredibly strange and eerie...

hissing...

zizi...

squeak...

swoosh...

As Wu Chen continued to spew his sorcery, some eerie creatures also appeared, including colorful poisonous snakes, strange-looking mutated rats, and other unidentifiable poisonous beings.

As soon as these things appeared, they swiftly surrounded Lu Yang's location.

Suddenly, Wu Chen's sinister eyes turned to Lu Yang, and he sneered, "You little bastard, now you'd better enjoy the miserable fate of being devoured!"

"This is your last grand feast in this world..."

When the Chu family saw this, although most of the people present were skilled martial artists, or even if they weren't, they were still highly skilled practitioners of martial arts.

However, upon witnessing the numerous poisonous creatures summoned by Wu Chen, their expressions changed drastically, and they all retreated in fear, lest they be contaminated and die on the spot.

They barely needed to think; just by looking at the poisonous fumes emanating from these creatures, they knew that these creatures were truly extraordinary.

Even the most skilled martial artists of ancient times would die instantly if they were to come into contact with it.

Seeing this, Xin Yi quickly shielded the terrified Chu Yuyao behind her, then hurriedly reminded Lu Yang, who was not far away, "Xiao Yang, what are you standing there for?"

"Run for your lives!"

Wu Chen glanced at Xin Yi with his venomous eyes and said with a sneer, "He's already surrounded by my witchcraft artifacts. Even if he were a true innate immortal martial artist, he wouldn't be able to escape alive!"

"And you, just enjoy watching how this little bastard is devoured by my little darlings!"

In Wu Chen's eyes at this moment, Lu Yang had already become a delicious meal for his little darlings.

Upon seeing this, Wang Haotian, who had been somewhat deranged, burst into maniacal laughter: "Haha...you little bastard, enjoy your last moments!"

"Don't worry, after you're reduced to ashes, I'll help you take good care of your woman, Chu Yuyao!"

"I will make this little bitch wish she were dead, and turn her into my slave forever!"

"Ha ha……"