Chapter 70: Daoist Master Yanchu
He glanced around, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a chilling sight. A corpse-like face, deathly pale with white pupils and a ghastly expression, was clinging to his back. It was a vengeful spirit!
At this time, Li Yanchu's eyes turned cold. Not only was he unafraid, he even barked out harshly, “You’re courting death!”
He then slapped his own shoulder with his palm. Divine Astral Hands! Just then, scorching-hot blood and qi burst forth from his body, instantly reducing the vengeful spirit to ashes.
Throughout his journey, he had encountered ruthless criminals who killed without blinking, vicious rogues of the jianghu, murderous beheading ghosts, and eerie paper effigies.
Countless evil beings, such as fierce ghosts and malevolent corpses, had perished by his hand. His mind and will had long since been tempered into solid stone. Not only was he unfazed, he instead struck with domineering force, utterly obliterating the spirit that clung to his shoulder. The spirit of the Divine Dao, fearless in advance and relentless in pursuit, had long been etched into his very soul.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps approached from behind, charging straight at him.
Clang!
Without even turning his head, Li Yanchu drew the Jiaoslayer and swung it behind him.
Six Yang Force!
Shing!
In the unseen void behind him, a terrifying shadowy figure was cleaved in two, then reduced to ash by the searing heat of the Six Yang Force.
Seeing this, Li Yanchu's eyes burned with ferocity. He sneered coldly, “If that’s the best you’ve got, you shouldn’t have come out and embarrassed yourself!”