Ming Zhuo didn't stop at all. He turned around and rushed to Yang Juntong's side, pressing the man who was struggling to get up back down.
"Boss!" He Wangyao was so excited she almost cried.
He and Li Wenhe, even with all their might, couldn't hold Yang Juntong down.
This guy is like he's taken the wrong medicine; his strength is beyond that of a normal person. His soul can't break free from his body, so he simply takes his body with him and chases after that bell.
Boss is still the best! Boss is amazing! He pinned down Yang Juntong, who was out of control of two grown men, with just one hand.
Li Wenhe's face was somewhat pale, "Boss..."
He wanted to ask Mingzhuo if there was any way to stop the ringing, because things couldn't go on like this.
The enemy is lurking in the shadows, launching a ranged attack that's impossible to defend against. If this bell keeps ringing, we're all doomed.
Mingzhuo frowned: "Who is this person? The guests have already left the table. Do you really like holding a banquet that much? Why don't we all go and eat at your banquet?"
As she spoke, she threw the peach wood sword, which flew into the dark night outside and clattered as it blocked something.
He Wangyao thought the sound was wrong; it sounded like metal colliding with porcelain.
That's so strange. Mingzhuo was holding a peach wood sword, and there shouldn't be any porcelain in the darkness.
He soon realized he was wrong. The shadow of a jade bottle appeared faintly in the dark night sky, from which countless evil spirits emerged.
It was as if the gates of the underworld had been opened, with countless ghostly hands reaching out from inside, carrying a chilling aura, trying to drag all living things around them inside!
The gazes of those evil spirits were cold and malevolent, making them feel uneasy.
Mingzhu clicked his tongue, "So many ugly things, I'm going to file for workers' compensation!"
She raised her hand and drew a talisman in the air. The spiritual energy flowed and formed lines. As soon as the talisman was completed, it attracted heavenly lightning. The dark and cold firelight instantly lit up and burned the swarming ghost hands to pieces.
That wasn't the end of it. Thunderclaps lashed at the jade bottle, and as if frightened, the bottle quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Ming Zhuo glanced at the dark clouds overhead and, without warning, raised his hand and swung his sword.
The three divine swords of Taoism, formless and invisible, yet carrying the force of thunder, cleaved the dark clouds in two with a single strike.
The dark clouds completely dissipated, and only then did this part of the sky truly appear.
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"Ding-dong." The white-robed man's fingers, which were shaking the soul-summoning bell, suddenly clenched, and the bell seemed to fall silent, no longer able to make a sound.
The Soul-Gathering Bottle flew back and landed in his palm, with faint cracks appearing on its surface.
The two treasures have been causing trouble since they appeared, but this is the first time they have suffered such a big setback because of a mortal.
The man's face turned ashen; he could no longer maintain his previous ethereal appearance.
He experimented with the final step of creating the ghost servant, and then he died and vanished completely.
We were so close, so very close to success.
If this method works, he can save Ah Yin.
He sat in the darkness with his head bowed, but after a moment he laughed. His smile was as gentle as a spring breeze in March, and his voice was as soft as swallows murmuring in the rafters.
"Interesting, really interesting. I haven't met such an interesting person in a long time."
He had probably been working on it for so long that he had become somewhat numb.
For centuries, he has witnessed countless people’s expanding ambitions and desires, and faced with similar ugliness, he has conducted experiments day after day.
This was the first time he had encountered something so interesting that he almost wanted to burst out laughing.
"Such a powerful girl, why not just use you as a vessel and sacrifice next time?"
A smile played on his lips as he muttered to himself, "How can I not say hello? I need to make a mark so I don't accidentally get eaten next time."
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Master Xuanmiao looked at Mingzhuo with surprise: "Fellow Daoist, may I ask which temple you cultivate in?"
He had consciously changed "little friend" to "fellow Daoist" and even used a respectful title.
The others also looked over, unconsciously perking up their ears.
Mingzhuo waved his hand casually: "I don't have any temples or monasteries. It's too late, do they provide meals here? If not, we'll go eat outside."
Others: "..."
I'm still not quite used to such a straightforward style.
Jian Ge: "Food provided! Food provided! A Michelin three-star private chef's meal is on its way and will arrive in a few minutes!"
He was truly afraid that if he spoke too late, the master would turn around and leave.
Everything tonight overturned his previous understanding; the fact that he didn't faint was a testament to his strong mental fortitude.
He realized that the person behind this was incredibly powerful, and only Ming Zhuo could handle her. He had to keep her here.
Otherwise, he won't be able to sleep at night.
The meal arrived quickly. They should have delivered it half an hour earlier, but the problem was that the customer couldn't reach them by phone, which caused the delay.
Mingzhuo sat down and began to eat naturally, but the others were more or less affected and couldn't eat for a while.
At the long dining table, after exchanging glances several times, the group began to whisper among themselves.
The few moves Mingzhuo just displayed were so powerful that they were astonishing, something never heard of or seen before, opening everyone's eyes to a whole new level of skill. They never knew things could be done this way.
"Could it be that the ancestral master has manifested his power?" someone couldn't help but wonder, otherwise how could such heaven-defying strength be explained?
"She can actually draw a lightning talisman in the air!" Someone exclaimed, utterly bewildered.
"Did you hear that? Her magic weapon is the Three Divine Swords of Taoism!"
When everyone thought of Mingzhuo's peach wood sword, it looked like a child's toy, yet it grew longer in the wind, exuding a chilling aura that inspired fear.
He Wangyao sat to Mingzhuo's right and, upon hearing the conversation of the group of people on her right, couldn't help but puff out her chest proudly.
Wow, you've learned something new now.
"Do you think she's even more powerful than Daoist Qinglian?"
"Of course! Although Daoist Qinglian's Heavenly Thunder Talisman is powerful, she can't draw talismans in the air, can she? I think she's on par with Elder Jiang."
"No, are you serious? Who is Elder Jiang? How can she compare? She just has the advantage of the magic weapon."
Upon hearing this, He Wangyao couldn't help but look at the young man who had spoken.
He remembered that the man was not a disciple of Master Xuanmiao, but someone Master Xuanmiao had invited to help.
His strength far surpasses that of Master Xuanmiao's disciples; no wonder he exudes arrogance.
The other party arrived in the afternoon. When he went to open the door, the other party said something in English. When he didn't respond, the other party turned around and gave him a disdainful look.
Afterwards, when Brother Jian came out to greet them, the other party did not switch back to Mandarin and insisted on speaking English.
Now listen to this, isn't his Mandarin quite good?
He Wangyao had been traveling to Hong Kong to shop with her elders since she was a child, and she knew that some people in Hong Kong had a bad habit of looking down on mainland tourists.
His English is fluent, and he has even learned Hong Kong dialect from his elders, but he simply doesn't want to speak it.
We will resolutely refuse to tolerate those bad habits.
The young man seemed offended and refused to end the conversation. "Old Jiang has been famous for forty years. What about her? I've never heard of her."
His voice was rather loud, and everyone at the table looked over.
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