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"kill……"

Fang Chang uttered a single word, his murderous intent pounding.

He never opened his eyes, seeing everything entirely with his mind.

The blurry outlines of the four demons and the one-eyed evil spirit all surfaced in my mind.

The moment the fragmented outline of the "Book of the Dead" flowed into his heart...

He seemed to see crisscrossing ink lines on the Five Strange Ghosts.

This is the deadline.

Everything in the world, whether mortals or martial artists, or demons, monsters, or mythical creatures, has a death line.

People sometimes call it the "weak point" or the "life gate".

Nothing is truly invincible, flawless, or immortal.

Once the death line is cut and destroyed, everything will be killed equally!

The perfected "Scripture of the Dead" gave Fang Chang the ability to see these death lines and kill.

It's too late to say, then soon!

In the blink of an eye...

Fang Changdao moved with effortless ease, drawing and striking the blade in one fluid motion!

The goose-feather blade sliced ​​through the death lines surrounding the one-eyed evil spirit with perfect precision, without making a sound.

The swordplay is extremely simple!

Extremely fast, extremely accurate, extremely ruthless, with no superfluous moves or actions.

"Whoosh—"

A sharp, cold light suddenly burst forth, illuminating the dilapidated temple as bright as day for an instant, before returning to silence in the blink of an eye.

As the blade's light faded, the one-eyed evil spirit, which had just been contorting its face and trying to devour Fang Chang's life force, was now dead.

And all of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Not to mention the fat and thin monks, even the four ghosts who were indistinguishable from the one-eyed evil spirit were unable to react.

At first glance, it seemed as if Fang Chang had instantly killed the evil spirit, leaving people speechless.

However, in reality, Fang Chang only possessed the skill of this one strike.

The Dead Man's Manual he practiced emphasized killing with a single blow.

If he fails to kill his opponent with a single blow, he will surely die without any follow-up attacks.

Therefore, whenever the scriptures of the dead are used, there is never any real fighting; there are only two possible outcomes...

Whether you can instantly kill your opponent or be killed in return, victory or defeat, life or death, all depends on a single round.

However, if you have one trick up your sleeve, you can make a living anywhere.

Even if he only knows this one move, very few martial artists of the same realm can withstand this strike.

"thump!"

The death line of the one-eyed evil spirit was severed, and its headless body crashed to the ground.

This time, it did not recover as before, but turned into a handful of ashes and vanished with the wind.

Only a single, chilling eyeball remained, rolling down onto the bluestone slab.

With the death of the one-eyed evil spirit, the four ghosts instantly lost their support and became lambs to the slaughter, running around aimlessly like headless flies.

Fang Chang's face was cold and his eyes were indifferent.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flipped his wrist, and the goose-feather blade moved again, several sharp blade lights crisscrossing.

Before the four ghosts could even utter a scream, they were all struck on the death line, their bodies split in two, and they died on the spot.

The whole process was clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays, and was extremely pleasing to the eye.

[Slay the lowly evil spirit, the Five Strange Ghosts, and gain 100 merit points!]

"hiss……"

Both the fat and thin monks gasped in shock.

Their pupils constricted, and they stared intently at the scene before them, their faces filled with disbelief.

What's going on?

The evil spirit was actually killed by this person with a single stroke?

Isn't it said that without a seventh-rank martial artist who has mastered the Qi and Blood Wolf Smoke technique, one cannot deal with evil spirits?

Could it be...?

A terrifying thought instantly exploded in their minds.

The fat monk and the thin monk swallowed hard, their Adam's apples bobbing.

They exchanged a flustered glance, both seeing horror in each other's eyes.

Could it be that their initial judgment was wrong?

This person isn't actually an eighth-rank martial artist at all, but a genuine seventh-rank martial artist?!

Upon realizing this, both of them were filled with shock and utter astonishment.

You should know that a seventh-rank martial artist is no ordinary person.

Looking across the martial arts world, a seventh-rank martial artist can already be considered a formidable expert.

Even a wandering martial artist without a sect or a sect, or a disciple from a minor sect, might not be able to reach this level even after a lifetime of hard work.

Within the territory of Liang, a seventh-rank martial artist could even enter the imperial court as a general, or form a gang and dominate the region.

The fat and thin monks came from Mingyi Temple, where there were several elders who had cultivated to the seventh rank.

Therefore, they had personally witnessed just how terrifying the methods of a seventh-rank martial artist could be.

For example, the guru they served was a direct disciple of an elder.

Years ago, there was a young novice monk who unintentionally offended that elder.

In the blink of an eye, the elder used a Great Sun Subduing Demon Palm to evaporate him into a dried corpse.

Such martial arts are so supernatural that they are almost demonic, surpassing even the most powerful monsters and spirits.

They never expected to encounter such a being in this dilapidated temple!

The two monks, one fat and one thin, suddenly felt a chill run down their spines and their hands and feet turn icy cold.

Clearly, they've misunderstood something again.

Just then, Fang Chang slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling directly on the two of them, his eyes bloodshot and filled with chilling killing intent.

The "Scripture of the Dead" is indeed powerful, but perhaps due to its incompleteness, this unique skill has a fatal flaw!

That is, once a murderous intent is cultivated, the cultivator's character will be slowly eroded, becoming increasingly cruel, bloodthirsty, cold-blooded, and ruthless.

Whenever the thought of killing arises, Fang Chang's murderous intent boils over uncontrollably.

Once the knife is drawn, blood will inevitably be drawn.

Moreover, the more often he uses the "Book of the Dead," the deeper and more intense this influence on his mindset will become.

Until finally losing their true nature and becoming a demon who only knows how to kill.

However, if he forcibly suppresses his murderous intent and refuses to kill, he will suffer a backlash at best, causing self-harm, and at worst, he will go insane and lose control on the spot.

At this moment, Fang Chang was overwhelmed by a strong killing intent, and he felt an urge to kill the two evil monks with a single blow, almost beyond his control.

"Senior, please spare my life!"

"We...we had no intention of spying on you, senior. We beg you to show mercy!"

Seeing Fang Chang's murderous aura as he approached step by step.

The fat and thin monks were so frightened that their legs trembled and they stammered.

The two immediately retreated hastily, their faces filled with terror.

However, what they didn't know was...

After Fang Chang unleashed that last strike, his vital energy was completely depleted, leaving him utterly exhausted.

The two were at least ninth-rank martial artists, not the effeminate man who was a pseudo-ninth-rank.

If the two of them were to suddenly attack at this moment, it would be uncertain who would die.

Unfortunately, they were already terrified by Fang Chang and mistakenly thought he was a seventh-rank martial artist in front of them, so they dared not show the slightest disrespect.

Just as Fang Chang pressed closer and closer, leaving the fat and thin monks with nowhere to retreat...

"Chirp chirp!"

A sharp, piercing scream reached my ears and drilled into my mind.

Fang Chang felt a sharp pain in his temples, and his killing intent receded like the tide, vanishing instantly.

He regained his senses, raised an eyebrow slightly, and looked down in the direction of the sound...

It turned out that when he took a step, he had accidentally stepped on the nest of baby birds that the fat and thin monks had left behind.

With his kick, the chicks in the nest died instantly, with only one slightly larger chick surviving by sheer luck.

This bird resembles an eagle but is not an eagle; its entire body is as black as ink.

Facing Fang Chang, it showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, it flapped its wings and fiercely rammed into him, its eyes revealing a ferocious intent.

It was just that bird's chirp that pulled him back from the brink of losing control.

"This little guy has a demonic aura about him..."

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them, followed by a surge of interest.

He bent down and grabbed the fledgling bird, then walked back on his own.

He never looked at the fat or thin monk again...