Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Li Muxuan shouted, causing the force field to change drastically. Hundreds of transparent magnetic ropes intertwined and shot into the sky, locking onto Zhang Zhiwei.

Wugensheng, who had been hesitating, suddenly made a decision after a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and immediately recited the Mantra of Transformation and Freedom of Heaven.

"Buzz—!" The surrounding space seemed to be distorted. Whether it was the many righteous people watching or the few Taoist masters, they all felt a strange force affecting their minds. However, due to the distance, it was not obvious.

"Senior brother!"

Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Huaiyi were both shocked, horrified by the cooperation of the two demons.

However, the expected restraint did not occur. Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were clear, and his body was radiant with golden light. He remained unmoved despite the twisting and manipulation of the magnetic lines.

"Um?!"

In that instant, Wugensheng felt a chill run down his spine, his skin stinging all over, and the signs of impending death quietly approached.

Before even starting, Zhang Zhiwei had been silently reciting a calming mantra to keep his mind calm and sharp. He was not about to let go of such a golden opportunity. He suddenly gathered his strength and struck down with a palm, directly hitting Wugensheng's chest.

"boom!"

"Pfft-!"

The five-finger palm print left a deep dent and severe deformation in his chest flesh. Wugensheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyeballs almost rolled back, several of his ribs were broken, and even his internal organs were almost blown apart.

There wasn't even a moment to push the divine power to its limit.

Zhang Zhiwei reached out with lightning speed, locking Wugensheng's throat in a single motion. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he plummeted from the sky, dragging Wugensheng's head and slamming it against the hard, cold ground, leaving a bloody, mangled mark.

"Sect Leader!" Li Muxuan roared in shock and anger.

"Boom!!!"

In response to Li Muxuan, Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand from a distance, and lightning shot out, splitting the sky, but strangely dissipated midway, leaving only remnants around.

"Huh?!" Li Muxuan dared not move rashly. His heart pounded, and every inch of his flesh trembled.

"Zizzi——!"

Dense lightning burst from the ground in an instant, transforming into a prison that sealed Li Muxuan in place.

Just like when Zhang Huaiyi was suppressed, rolling lightning emitted terrifying heat. In the narrow space, Li Muxuan stopped in his tracks, his face ashen.

As the fierce battle ended, Zhang Zhiwei pressed down on Wugensheng's head with one hand, crushing it through the ground. His eyeballs were almost shattered, and thick blood slowly spread out from the spiderweb-like cracks beneath him.

"Two sorcerers have been captured."

Zhang Zhiwei appeared calm and spoke casually.

The mountain was silent. The young disciples, as well as the sect leader and the headmaster, all looked surprised and were unable to calm down.

They never expected Zhang Zhiwei to be so powerful, suppressing the two demons single-handedly without giving them a chance to breathe.

Tian Jinzhong breathed a sigh of relief; the danger he had just faced had terrified him.

He couldn't understand how his senior brother had managed to get through it, turning the tide despite being in deep danger.

Zhang Huaiyi was also stunned. At this moment, he could clearly feel the gap between himself and his senior brother, which was now an insurmountable chasm. He felt a mix of emotions.

"cough-!"

Just then, one of the spectators on the rocky path spoke up, signaling for a halt.

The main problem was the gruesome trail of blood that had been plowed through the ground. It seemed that Wugensheng was already seriously injured and would likely die if he continued to struggle.

Everyone, mindful of the bigger picture, offered subtle reminders.

However, Zhang Zhiwei remained unmoved. He held Wugensheng down with one hand, giving him no chance to resist, while his left hand was filled with palm lightning, pressed against Wugensheng's back. With just a moment of force, it could pierce through his heart.

"Phew... Daoist Master... what impressive skills..."

The suppressed Wugensheng let out a weary yet chilling laugh, much like the whisper of a vengeful ghost:

"Why be polite with me? Attack, kill me..."

"I've taken on all of Sany's debts, and all of Zuo Menchang's debts..."

Zhang Zhiwei ignored him and kept him pressed down until Zhang Jingqing behind him spoke again:

"That's enough. Find out the truth and wait for our friends from Sany to arrive before we deal with it."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Zhang Zhiwei responded softly, then stood up. His right hand, with its distinct knuckles and bulging veins, slowly moved away, even dispersing the lightning prisoner who was holding Li Muxuan nearby.

Wugensheng breathed a sigh of relief, panting heavily. He staggered and struggled to his feet, feeling a deep sense of loss.

If I were killed by this guy before the Trinity Sect arrives, there would be no way to prove anything, which wouldn't be a bad option.

Unfortunately, no.

Wugensheng slowly raised his head and looked once more at the tall, disheveled Taoist priest in front of him. He was filled with trepidation, his forehead was soaked with blood and sweat, and he looked quite disheveled.

Chapter 61 The Myth Repeats Itself

In the morning, in the mountain stream.

Soft golden threads streamed down through the gaps in the clouds and leaves.

Lu Jin stood on a green rock, white qi flowing around his body, his blood and qi burning like a furnace. After practicing the moves for the last time, he slowly stopped and naturally exhaled.

Jiang Mo looked at his junior apprentice, who had refined his life and cultivation to their best state, and felt somewhat satisfied. He then smiled and asked, "All done?"

"Yes, Uncle-Master, I am ready."

Lu Jin responded respectfully.

His eyes were bright and full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue, and his mind and body were in perfect harmony.

Even his temperament has undergone a significant transformation, like a sword that has been tempered by fire and water, now even sharper.

"Alright, follow me to Dragon Tiger to slay the demon."

Jiang Mo suddenly unleashed his profound skill, his hair turning white as frost. With his right palm, he manipulated the surrounding natural energy, transforming it into clouds and mist, which then rose with the wind.

"Boom!!!"

The sea of ​​clouds trembled, the gale roared, and silver light crisscrossed the high sky. The two men, their robes fluttering and their white hair flying, resembled ancient immortals from hidden corners of history, traversing the heavens with their Qi, carefree and roaming thousands of miles.

Without any deliberate restraint, even though the two, master and nephew, were mostly silent, they could both feel each other's killing intent, one like a torrent of water, the other like a raging sea.

The sun blazed across the sky, its silvery rays stretching across the entire firmament.

Along the way, the mountains and rivers were majestic and winding, and the territory was vast. Despite the blue sky and white clouds and the fierce wind and rain, the journey never stopped and went straight to Longhu Mountain.

The distance between the two places continued to shrink, and every second of waiting felt so long. The coldness in Jiang Mo's eyes grew deeper and deeper, like the calm before a storm.

As time passed and the sun moved, we approached the area where Longhu Mountain was located.

"Zi la——!"

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light swept across the sky, enveloping the gaunt figure, who was none other than Master Duan, who had recently left Longhu Mountain.

"?"

Jiang Mo frowned. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, a strong intuition told him that the newcomer was no ordinary person, especially given the faint, almost imperceptible aura that gave him some clues.

At the same time, Duan Shangren, who was rushing forward with the Golden Escape technique, had his pupils shrink and was shocked.

Before them stood two figures riding on clouds of qi, their white hair swaying in the wind;

Old Duan felt a chill run down his spine. He trusted and relied on the vigilance he had honed through years of fighting on the edge of life and death in the martial world. Without any hesitation, he immediately changed direction and sped away to avoid it.

"call out--!"

The golden light was dazzling, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a hundred meters away.

This unusual action prompted Jiang Mo, who was already planning to intercept him, to decisively give chase.

Silver and golden light swept across the sky. As the oppressive aura behind him gradually approached, Old Duan felt a chill run down his spine. Unable to suppress his fear and curiosity, he turned around and was almost scared out of his wits.

Standing within a few dozen meters of the Qi cloud were two young men. The one on the right, dressed in black with white hair, exuded a terrifying aura, like a blazing sun fallen to earth, making it impossible for anyone to even think of making eye contact with him.

The young man on the left, with his handsome face, white clothes, and frosty hair, and cold expression, bore a striking resemblance to the deceased Sanyi Kanglong.

The shadows of the past surged into his mind, and the figure that had chased him for thousands of miles resurfaced from the depths of his memory. Duan Lao'er's scalp tingled, and he went all out, gritting his teeth and burning his Qi to push the speed of the golden light to its limit.

"We met only once, yet you're in such a hurry to leave. Could it be that you're from Quanxing?"

"Let me see you off."

Jiang Mo's voice was as cold as ice, and the Qi clouds beneath his feet also erupted, instantly catching up and suppressing him with a raised hand.

"Boom!!!"

The surrounding clouds and mist churned and changed abruptly, frantically gathering and compressing towards the location of the golden light from all directions.

"Oh!"

The void within a radius of nearly a hundred meters was twisted into a Qi wall comparable to steel. When the Golden Escape was hit head-on, it collapsed and shattered.

Old Duan, whose energy had suddenly exploded, was forcibly interrupted and could not withstand the backlash. His internal organs were in excruciating pain. Before he could resist, a blazing silver chain came flying through the air.

"Kacha!"

Chains bound him, and blazing Qi covered them, burning Duan's flesh until it cracked and he howled in agony.

Jiang Mo pulled back with his right hand, the silver chain dragging the target to his front. He looked down at the bald, withered old man and his first words were:

"You are from Quanxing, have you met Granny Liu before?"

When he explored the cave before, he had seen the dirty jars in the medicine room with his own eyes and had a slight impression of the complicated smell of the herbs.

The same phenomenon also existed on the old man who had used the Golden Light Secret Technique to escape, but it was so faint that he wouldn't have been able to detect it if he were any further away.

Upon hearing the question, Duan Shangren was terrified and repeatedly denied it, saying, "No!! I'm not."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp golden light, shaped like a blade, was secretly gathered in his right hand, aimed at Jiang Mo's throat, and slashed out instantly.

At the same moment, he moved erratically, about to leave, like prey caught in a fishing net making a desperate struggle before reaching the shore.

"Pfft!"

However, the silver chain tightened abruptly the moment he made his move, binding him tightly. The few remaining pieces of flesh and bones were almost severed, causing him to turn pale and bleed profusely from the pain.

Golden light tore through Jiang Mo's throat and shot into the clouds behind him, disappearing into the sky.

The next second, fear and horror crept up Duan Shangren's spine.

His hands and feet trembled, unable to believe that the cut wound only oozed white qi, with no blood at all.

Meeting the calm gaze of the young man in black, which remained completely unmoved from beginning to end, as cruel as a cat playing with a mouse, a sense of powerlessness enveloped her body and mind.

"I need to know where Granny Liu is."

There was no room for negotiation. Jiang Mo's large hand fell, pressing down on the demon's head, and everything was self-evident.

"Don't... even think about it..."

With his internal organs shattered and his breath weak, Master Duan felt an inexplicable sense of desolation and tragically declared, "I am utterly..."

"Pfft!"

A withered arm was broken off by the chain, his aged face was twisted fiercely, he was enduring great pain, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Then don't say it."

Jiang Mo was uninterested in his last words, and his strength erupted from between his five fingers, shattering the skull.

A renowned master of the Quanxing Sect, a highly skilled practitioner of the Golden Escape Technique, died with his face covered in blood, bones shattered and flesh mangled, filled with resentment. His eyes were filled with bitter hatred and rage, radiating a torrent of malevolent energy.

.......

Longhu Mountain: A standoff between good and evil.

Li Muxuan and Wugensheng, who survived the ordeal, are being questioned by Zhang Zhiwei:

"How exactly did you two manage to cause the death of Master Zuo when you stormed the mountain that day?"

"Ha... you Taoist priest, you're so ruthless; and you even tried to trick me into talking. How come you Longhu Mountain people are like thugs?"

Wugensheng lifted his tattered clothes and wiped his bloodied face. He listened to the stern shouts and interrogations from the righteous sects all over the mountain. He first burst into loud laughter, appearing mad, then responded mockingly:

"No comment! No comment! Are you all so concerned about the Trinity Sect because you genuinely want to help, or are you just trying to probe Trinity's weaknesses?"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Just as the defenders of the mountains fell silent, Zhang Zhiwei's right hand flashed with lightning again: "I'll ask you one more time, you can choose not to answer."