Master of Strange Dao

After leaving the captured prisoner behind, the village chief left directly, still thinking about the other two evil cultivators who came out with him.

Although he was quite disappointed with these so-called evil cultivators, even though he had special weapons that greatly suppressed Qi Refining cultivators, and it was easy to break through divine light and defenses, the opponent shouldn't have died so straightforwardly. At least, there should have been an intense battle.

Before truly exerting effort, the opponent was completely obliterated.

Forget it, the main thing is accomplishing the goal.

The evil cultivator fleeing north was intercepted by Zhong Shouzheng, whose eyes sparkled with divine light, illuminating the opponent's eyes, and the evil cultivator became trapped in an illusion realm just by meeting Zhong Shouzheng's gaze.

Zhong Shouzheng's meticulously refined primordial spirit crushed the opponent's divine soul and will, making the opponent believe they were engaged in a fierce duel.

Zhong Shouzheng stood with his hands tucked in his sleeves, quietly waiting.

He didn't want to make a move, he was too lazy to, as it was naturally the safest.

Moreover, he didn't want to steal the village chief's kill.

In Jinlan Mountain, cursing at Yu Ziqing's nose was no big deal, and beating up young ones when idle wasn't an issue.

As long as you don't upset the village chief, that's fine. This elderly man might not say anything on the surface, but might suddenly remember six months later and challenge you to a spar—don't regret it then.

At that time, he might not even remember why he wanted to spar with you, but he'll surely remember the sparring itself.

The village chief approached, stepping through the air like an old farmer heading to the fields in the morning, each step spanning several miles.

Zhong Shouzheng blinked decisively, dispersing the secret technique, and retreated rapidly with hands tucked in his sleeves.

Rich qi-blood power exploded in an instant like a dragon's roar and tiger's howl, a bloody impact blending with the sunset, painting the sky with a stroke of scarlet ink, illuminating it blood red.

The village chief slowly lowered his fist, exhaled a long breath, and looked at Zhong Shouzheng with hands tucked in his sleeves.

Zhong Shouzheng looked at the blood streak stretching hundreds of miles across the horizon, smacked his lips, and after carefully sensing for a moment, he spoke respectfully.

"Rest assured, no matter what strange evil skill he has, he's done for."

Not even ashes need to be scattered, as his divine soul and intent were crushed, his last escape method forcibly obliterated, merging with the remnants of the crimson clouds in the sky.

Honestly, Zhong Shouzheng had never seen or heard of any body cultivator's Ten Directions Divine Skills being this terrifying.

Excluding the village chief's Ten Directions Divine Skills, they've almost exploded to eighty times.

That terrible power control ability is what's truly terrifying.

Zhong Shouzheng had seen other body cultivators' Ten Directions Divine Skills before. After blooming, their entirety seemed to burn, with the power they unleashed being strong but never truly at its peak.

The village chief could, and even now could gather all his strength to his fingertip, then unleash the Ten Directions Divine Skills without wasting a speck.

Saying this divine skill and other body cultivators' skills are two different skills isn't wrong.

To the south of the small city, another evil cultivator sped southward, flying into West Qian.

Not far from the Dadui border, Zhang looked at Jia Shisi and said.

"Don't make a move, your actions are too conspicuous."

"Are you going to take action yourself?" Jia Shisi asked, surprised and expectant, stepping back and crossing his arms to watch the spectacle.

Zhang stretched out his arms and spoke slowly.

"If he doesn't enter our Dadui's territory, I can't take action—those are the rules."

Zhang held a book in one hand and took out a measure with the other.

He tossed the measure out, slowly opened the book in his hand, and recited leisurely.

"To measure distance by the matrix."

With Zhang's voice, that tunneling light on the horizon seemed to abruptly change direction, flying towards Dadui.

Jia Shisi's eyes shone with divine light, seeing clearly that it wasn't the opponent who changed direction—even the Dharma method wasn't acting on him.

Instead, the Dadui border suddenly seemed to be drawn eastward by an invisible hand, with a smooth border suddenly protruding.

Hey, in an instant, the opponent appeared within Dadui's territory.

Zhang's face changed instantly, becoming menacing as he growled lowly.

"Evil Dao fiend, death is too good for you, and yet you dared to step into our Dadui territory—seeking death."

The book in Zhang's left hand moved without wind, and his right hand pointed far.

In the next moment, Jia Shisi felt space being stretched and twisted to its limit, like the protruding national boundary line retracting again, with the tunneling light enveloped, truly entering Dadui's territory.

The tunneling light flickered slightly, as if exerting full effort in flying escape, but was actually continuously retreating towards Dadui.

Zhang extended a hand as if suppressing across the air.

"Zhang Quli from the Dadui Cabinet requests your death."

With Zhang's words, a blank scroll flew out, rapidly drafting a document, as a big seal flew out and stamped on the scroll with a bang.

The scroll flew out, transforming into streams of divine light, enveloping several dozen miles in front, enclosing the evil cultivator within.

In that instant, it seemed like countless people were shouting simultaneously.

"We request your death."

No matter what, his tunneling light could no longer escape, with the surrounding space continually compressed, leaving only a three-foot orb, trapping him within.

All he saw within his eyes seemed to recede into the distance.

As everything around him receded faster and faster, he saw everything surrounding him rising.