Chapter 125: Qingyun Temple Is a Proper Daoist Temple, Right?
Bai Hongtu responded without needing to ask any questions and promptly cast a fire talisman.
Whoosh!
Daoist Master Jin Feng’s corpse ignited instantly, and it was promptly engulfed in fierce flames.
The whole sequence was fluid as water; one shouted a name, while the other cast the spell. Their cooperation was seamless, like two halves of a single thought. Within moments, Jin Feng’s body was entirely consumed by fire.
Behind them, the group of injured cultivators exchanged looks, their gazes shifting back and forth between Li Yanchu and Bai Hongtu. These two... were way too practiced at this.
Qingyun Temple... it’s supposed to be a proper, upright Daoist temple, right...?
Even Yan Chixiao, the demon-slaying exorcist known for his bloodthirst, grinned wide. It was as if he’d just found a kindred spirit.
Meanwhile, Wang Yunting’s expression turned a bit grim. He was already badly injured by the old ape, and his internal organs were damaged. As he watched Li Yanchu chop off limbs and kill without blinking, and Bai Hongtu calmly burn the corpse in sync, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He’d thought the two young men looked carefree and handsome, showing no hint of aggression. He never expected them to act with such ruthless decisiveness.
At this time, he made up his mind. If I make it out of this tomb of the Southern Guardian Marquis alive, I’ll never, ever deal with these two again.
He had originally only felt wary of Li Yanchu, whose swordplay was brutally domineering.
But now? Even Bai Hongtu, with his refined and delicate features, turned out to be the kind who burns bodies without a second thought. He never expected that Bai Hongtu, with his delicate, refined features, would also be such a ruthless brute who would burn corpses.
Li Yanchu didn’t realize that after he and Hongtu had pulled off that display, the cultivators trailing behind were already gripped by wariness, admiration, and all manner of other emotions.