Urban Evil Suppression: Incorporating the Stone Hard Template

Huang Minghua poured the entire bottle of dark red liquid into the ceramic basin where the poisonous insects had been placed earlier.

"Sizzle—!" The sharp, piercing sound of corrosion rose and fell incessantly.

The power of that unknown liquid was comparable to modern sulfuric acid.

The various poisonous insects writhed and struggled wildly as they were drenched in the dark red liquid, but it was all in vain!

As the pitch-black poisonous fog continued to rise, all the poisonous insects melted together.

Their hard shells were all melted away.

In the end, it all turned into a basin of pitch-black paste that kept bubbling with eerie bubbles!

It stinks—it should still stink just as much! Maybe it'll even smell worse than before.

Without any hesitation, Huang Minghua picked up the basin of paste and started gushing it out.

It's not entirely fair to say there was no hesitation, considering Huang Minghua's current situation...

If there were even the slightest hesitation, one might lose their life on the spot.

A thick, black paste kept dripping down the corners of his mouth.

He quickly finished the whole bowl of paste, and sure enough, the effect was outstanding!

Huang Minghua's previously ashen complexion quickly faded, and he regained some of his radiance at a speed visible to the naked eye!

However, his sinister gaze became even more ferocious, almost gleaming with a green light.

"You've severed my destiny and ruined my path; this enmity is irreconcilable!"

Huang Minghua smashed the ceramic basin in his hand, the sound hoarse and shrill.

Every word seemed to be wrapped in a bone-chilling resentment, like a demon crawling out of hell:

"No matter who you are, I, Huang Minghua, swear that as long as I find you..."

I will definitely skin you alive, pull out your tendons, and drag your soul out.

"May you suffer the torment of being devoured by countless insects day and night, experiencing endless pain, never to be reborn!"

"Really? You're that good? I don't believe it!" A flippant yet icy voice rang out.

The sudden sound rang in Huang Minghua's ears, startling him so much that he almost jumped up!

"Who is it?"

At this moment, every nerve in Huang Minghua's body was taut.

The hairs on the back of my head stood on end; I was truly terrified by the sound!

It looks like there's no one there, but it's right next to you!

That faint, almost imperceptible pressure made him feel cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

He suddenly looked up, his eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, frantically searching for the other person's figure.

However... there wasn't a single ghost in sight except for him!

Cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead, quickly forming a small puddle on the ground.

"You coward, come out and fight me one-on-one! What kind of skill is it to hide like this?"

Huang Minghua's heart was pounding, and the inability to find the other person made him somewhat exasperated.

He roared loudly into the air in a hoarse voice.

He knew perfectly well that he had encountered one of the top experts among the Xuanmen cultivators!

To be able to approach him so quietly, without letting him discover their presence,

This kind of skill is something that only a geomancer or higher can possess.

At this moment, boundless despair completely enveloped him, extinguishing his desire for revenge!

A geomancer—that was a realm he could only look up to his entire life and never reach!

However, this very person has now become his opponent. How can he possibly fight back?

If you can't even find him, are you expecting him to hit you with his head?

In the void, that flippant yet icy voice seemed to have sensed his mental breakdown.

The sound rang out again, carrying an undisguised mockery and sarcasm:

"As expected, a piece of trash is a piece of trash. Even if you have a chance, you still can't do it!"

I let you make the first move, and what happened? You didn't even know how to make your move?

They couldn't find me, yet they had the nerve to ask me to come out on my own?

Should I stick my head out in front of you and give you a knife? You big idiot!

Ling Feng's unbridled mockery spurred Huang Minghua, who was in dire straits, to erupt in anger.

The resentment hidden in his heart was not completely extinguished; it transformed into a frenzied courage!

He slowly raised his head again, his crimson eyes still scanning his surroundings.

That messy hairstyle was stuck together by the cold sweat on his cheeks.

His hoarse roar, tinged with madness, screamed: "I admit I'm no match for you!"

But now I have nothing left but this life!

You want to take Ye Ziyun's Soul-Nailing Nail... Heh... Let me tell you... Dream on!

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Minghua was enveloped in a thick layer of black mist.

Within the black mist, the vengeful ghosts and phantoms of those harmed by it could be vaguely seen, their claws and fangs bared.

His aura of unorthodox and evil ways erupted without reservation, forming a surging and terrifying aura!

However, in Ling Feng's eyes, all of this was nothing more than the bluffing of a clown.

At best, he has only scratched the surface of what it means to be a teacher; he is pitifully weak.

Having seen this, Ling Feng was too lazy to waste any more time with him!

Amidst a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder in the void, before Huang Minghua could react,

A tall, slender figure appeared directly in front of him in an instant.

Wearing an ordinary casual suit, her face looked unusually young!

Huang Minghua stared wide-eyed, genuinely taken aback by his flamboyant entrance.

His lips trembled, and he screamed incoherently, "Thunder... Thunder Magic?"

"You actually know lightning magic?!"

"This is impossible... What era are we living in?"

"Why... is there still a long-lost tradition of thunder magic?"

"This isn't right! It doesn't make sense!"

……

Unable to accept this heavy blow, Huang Minghua began to speak incoherently.

This young Taoist priest is acting strangely! He's actually a "magic master" who uses thunder magic!

Judging from the level of proficiency in this lightning technique, it has almost reached a state of divine skill!

Otherwise, he couldn't have transformed into lightning; it's absolutely terrifying.

"Wait a minute... a young Taoist priest? He's actually a young Taoist priest?"

Huang Minghua discovered another blind spot, and then he was completely bewildered again!

A young Taoist priest? This... seems even younger than his age?

Fear? Anxiety? It used to be there, but now... it's gone!

Ling Feng's youthful appearance intensified Huang Minghua's jealousy!

His bloodshot eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to burst.

Why does this young upstart have such an incredible opportunity?

How could he, at such a young age, reach such a profound and despair-inducing level?

How come he's so lucky to master a thunder technique that had been severed from its lineage for hundreds of years?!

Compared to others, Huang Minghua felt like a complete joke!