Chapter 123: Daoist Jin Feng
At this moment, the situation grew ever more dangerous. The old ape was being held at bay only by the combined efforts of several top cultivators, giving those at the foot of the stairs a rare moment to catch their breath.
Had the rampaging demon ape broken through, no one below would’ve been able to stop it.
Squelch!
Suddenly, a sharp, chilling sound cut through the air.
The disciple of the master-disciple pair, who had earlier used the Hellbind Ropes, suddenly struck and plunged a bronze dagger straight into his master’s heart.
“Jin Feng, you...!” The elder Daoist stared at him in disbelief with his eyes wide and his face drained of color.
Shrrkk!
The middle-aged Daoist, who appeared to be in his forties, twisted the saber and utterly destroyed his master’s heart. After that, he reached down and removed the Hellbind Ropes from the old Daoist’s waist as his face twisted into a cruel and savage smile.
The sudden betrayal was so swift and horrifying that it left everyone stunned. While the old ape was wreaking havoc at the front, held off only by the desperate efforts of the top cultivators, the others were still reeling, treating wounds, struggling to stay alive. And yet, in the midst of this chaos, this middle-aged Daoist stabbed his own master in the back without hesitation.
Now holding both Hellbind Ropes, Jin Feng quickly twisted them together. These ropes were not only a powerful spell, they were also a refined magical artifact. When used in conjunction with the proper techniques, their exorcizing power was immense.
With the two ropes fused into one, they shone even more brilliantly, and divine light radiated from the joined strands. In truth, these yellow ropes were woven entirely from talismanic paper, making them rare and highly potent spiritual weapons. They were capable of binding demons, dispelling evil, and even trapping ghosts. However, they required a specific incantation and ritual technique to be properly activated.
The moment this betrayal unfolded, the others immediately surrounded the middle-aged Daoist with fury and disbelief. Even though many were wounded, with numbers on their side, victory seemed certain.