Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass

The Great Yellow Weasel Immortal was flustered and furious. After all, one of his own followers had actually been killed, and his vessel had been destroyed!

It wouldn’t be easy to find another devout summoner like Mr. Ma in the future. This explained why Mr. Ma looked so sickly and frail; he was essentially like a walking corpse. He had pushed himself even harder than the average person who practiced the Immortal Summoning Art and made offerings.

The Great Yellow Weasel Immortal’s true form was that of a weasel shrouded in a hazy and indistinct mist. Only, it was much larger than an ordinary weasel, and far more sinister and vicious.

The youth in ornate robes clearly knew what he was doing. Not only did he pierce Mr. Ma’s chest, he also shattered the residual energy in the corpse. Otherwise, the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal could have continued to control Mr. Ma’s body.

At this moment, the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal was in a frenzy. Instead of being intimidated by the youth’s strength, he let out a shrill screech and lunged at him. Beasts, after all, were far more savage than humans when they cultivated.

Right after, a flash of yellow shot toward the robed youth like a streak of light. Boom!

With a thunderous crash, the robed youth slammed the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal into the ground with a single palm. Then, he grabbed the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal by the neck with one hand and looked down condescendingly.

The youth sneered, “You really thought you were some kind of great immortal? You’ve even lost a beast’s basic instinct to sense danger.”

This time, the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal completely panicked.

Mr. Ma’s death hadn’t unsettled him much. After all, he was just a mortal. How much of the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal’s power could he really wield?

But he hadn’t expected that even after revealing his true form, the robed youth would still capture him effortlessly with a single strike.

“Who... Who are you!?” the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal shrieked. There was a trace of uncontrollable fear in his voice.