"Calm down!"
As expected, Daoist Huang wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Wang Chunting. If they attacked the ghost servant now, they would only be hated by the commoners. The commoners didn't care who the ghost servant was, as long as it was beneficial to them, they were good people. Anyone who dared to touch the ghost servant now would be making an enemy of the commoners.
"I've made up my mind. Tomorrow, I'll help everyone destroy that monster."
The ghost servant gave an impassioned speech according to the script that Du Feng had prepared.
"Immortal elder is mighty!"
"Long live immortal elder!"
The commoners felt their blood boiling, feeling that the ghost servant was too amazing. Waves of Psyche Power were desperately channeled into his body. One had to admit that telekinesis was a magical thing. It could be obtained without cultivation, and it didn't need to be replenished with elixirs or crystals. A martial artist with a high level of Cultivation could have a strong divine sense, but their telekinesis might not be as strong as a commoner's. The strength of telekinesis mainly depended on the level of faith.
The stronger the martial artist, the more they didn't believe in anything. Cultivators were originally going against the heavens. They didn't even believe in the heavens, they only believed in themselves, which was why they wouldn't easily channel their telekinesis.
The ghost servant had gathered enough telekinesis for a while, so he walked towards Luoshan City's gate and left in a hurry. Indeed, he didn't go far before he noticed someone following him. Just as brother Du had predicted, Wang Chunting and Daoist Huang had caught up.
"What's the meaning of following me?"
The ghost servant stopped with his broadsword, and looked at the two people following him with vigilance. If someone he knew saw this, they would definitely laugh out loud. A ghost cultivator at the Ultimate Emperor Realm was looking at a Martial Condensation Realm and an Origin Realm martial artist with vigilance. This was the biggest joke in the world.
Although ghost cultivators of the same level were slightly weaker than human martial artists, the Ultimate Emperor Realm was many levels higher than the Origin Realm. A single sneeze could kill tens of thousands of such martial artists, so there was no need to be vigilant.
"It doesn't matter if you're a Netherworld Messenger or not, you better leave this place quickly. Otherwise, don't blame the Benevolence Sect for being impolite."
Wang Chunting saw the ghost servant's expression and thought he was afraid of him. Therefore, he puffed out his chest and raised his head. Holding a sword in his hand, he declared his sovereignty with a resounding voice. At the same time, he emphasized the position of the Benevolence Sect in the human world. Even if you are a Netherworld Messenger, you still have to discuss with us when you come to the human world.
"What if I'm not an Emissary of Hell?"
The ghost servant looked at Huang Daozhang, then at Wang Chunting, and asked tentatively.
"If you're not an Emissary of Hell, then you're a vengeful spirit that everyone has the right to punish."
When Huang Daozhang heard that the ghost servant didn't have an official position in the underworld, he was immediately filled with confidence. Since that was the case, what else was there to worry about? They could just kill him directly.
"You? You're not worthy!"
After saying that, the Ghost Servant swung the broadsword in his hand. A black light flashed and Huang Daozhang felt a chill on his forehead. He was so frightened that he quickly reached out to touch his head, thinking that his head had fallen off. In the end, it wasn't his head that fell off, but his hair. Taoist priests have their hair coiled up in a bun, and sometimes they use a hairpin.
The Ghost Servant's saber light slashed over, cutting off the hair on the top of his head, revealing his scalp. However, the hair around him was still there, forming a basin hairstyle that looked very funny.
"Father of the body, hair, and skin, you actually …"
Unlike monks, Taoist priests were very concerned about their hair. They often kept their hair for decades without cutting it off. Now that the Ghost Servant had shaved off his bald head, the hatred he felt was no different from killing his own parents. Huang Daozhang waved his sword and wanted to charge forward, but he was stopped by Wang Chunting.
"Let me do it, you're no match for him."
After all, Huang Daozhang was only at the Martial Condensation Realm Cultivation, which was two realms lower than Wang Chunting. He had no choice but to endure it and wait for his Uncle-Master to make a move.
"Spirit of the heavens, spirit of the earth, Heavenly Venerable of the Benevolent Sect, show yourself, Five Thunder Righteous Technique!"
Wang Chunting muttered and pointed the sword in his hand at the Ghost Servant. A bolt of yellow lightning struck down rapidly from the sky. It landed squarely on the ghost servant's head.
Aiya, this is getting interesting. After being struck, the Ghost Servant had a new understanding of the Benevolent Sect. Even Du Feng looked at Wang Chunting in a new light. He was only at the Origin Realm Cultivation, but the lightning bolt that he attracted had a destructive power that exceeded the range of the Origin Realm. In addition, the special attribute of the yellow lightning bolts increased the destructive power of evil beings by several folds. If a ghost cultivator of the same realm encountered a Benevolent Sect disciple, it would be a disaster. Even if the ghost cultivator was one realm higher than him, he might not win.
"Spirit of the heavens, spirit of the earth, Heavenly Venerable of the Demonic Sect, show yourself, Undefeatable Devil Body!"
The ghost servant also followed Wang Chunting's example and muttered some words. He stretched out his finger and tapped on his forehead. Then, his entire body surged with demonic qi, and his body grew rapidly. He didn't have any Undefeatable Devil Body, nor did he need to chant those spirits of the heavens, spirit of the earth, and spirit of the earth. It was purely to set off the atmosphere.
"Not good, let's go!"
Wang Chunting saw that not only was his Five Thunder Righteous Technique unable to kill the Ghost Servant, the Ghost Servant grew bigger and bigger. He activated the Devil Body and dragged Huang Daozhang to escape. It seemed that this matter was beyond his ability. He had to report it to the division leader.
The Ghost Servant didn't chase after them. When he saw them run far away, he followed Du Feng and left. It was estimated that Wang Chunting's reinforcements would arrive tomorrow or the day after. At that time, the Ghost Servant would have to continue acting. That way, he would be able to earn more power. Du Feng had already planned it for him. This time, he was going to put on a bitter show.
"Palace Leader, someone is using your name to swindle people. Are you not going to do anything about it?"
At that moment, someone was complaining in the First Palace of the Underworld. This person was the guardian of the Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po. Her Cultivation was only at the Ultimate Emperor Realm. She was no longer a match for the Ghost Servant. So, she ran to the First Palace's King Qin Guang to complain, hoping that the Palace Leader could deal with the Ghost Servant. It would be best if he could also deal with Du Feng.
The First Palace Leader Qin Guang was a Sky Realm expert. His experience was even greater than Zhuo Donglai's before he went to the Heaven Realm. If he made a move, the Ghost Servant and Du Feng would be in trouble.
"We can't interfere in the affairs of the people. You can leave now."
King Qin Guang didn't listen to Meng Po's advice. He felt that the Ghost Servant hadn't done anything to harm the Underworld. Was he going to convict the Ghost Servant just because he had put on a show? Plus, the Ghost Servant had a martial artist master. There was no need for the Underworld to interfere in this matter.
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