Chapter 18: Somewhat Skilled in Martial Arts
Zhao Wuzhu never expected that this young Daoist would possess such formidable martial strength.
Bang!
Li Yanchu charged forward and smashed directly into Zhao Wuzhu, forcibly knocking a man with unnaturally white skin and bright red rouge smeared on his cheeks out of his body. It was clear that he couldn’t withstand the searing yang qi pulsing through Li Yanchu’s body.
Wang Chongshan’s eyes widened in shock as he watched the figure being violently expelled. It was just as he feared; a malevolent spirit had taken possession!
Zhao Wuzhu’s body immediately broke out in corpse decay, releasing a foul, putrid stench like a body that had been rotting for days. The rouge-faced paper effigy spirit was clearly stronger than the one from the inn.
He let out a furious roar, “Just a young Daoist who’s learned just a bit of petty martial arts... and you dare ruin my plans?!”
He had thought Li Yanchu was just a Daoist, but once they were up close, he realized he’d clashed with a third-rate martial master. The impact had been enough to force him out of Zhao Wuzhu’s body.
The sinister paper effigy spirit then bared his hooked fingers like claws and lunged straight at Li Yanchu. Still, Li Yanchu didn’t back down; he met the charge with a straight punch.
“Thirty-Six Divine Astral Hands!”
Bang!
With a single strike, he sent the paper effigy spirit flying backward.