The cause of Leung Lok-champ's death was simple: the threat was too great.
It wasn't directed at Li Xuanzu, but at the Dragon Kingdom.
Li Xuanzu no longer needed him to convert spirit cores, and he had little value left.
Furthermore, his system ability itself is a scourge; who knows where he might have left behind a few unknown Tier 3 zombies, which would be disastrous.
So Liang Lezhan was stupid. If he had shown loyalty to Li Xuanzu or hidden his hatred for humans, Li Xuanzu wouldn't have killed him. After all, he was a rare breed.
Lacking strength yet daring to be the first to stick out, it seems there's no other way out but to be eliminated.
Old Master Huang didn't ask any questions about Liang Lezhan's death, as if it were a completely unrelated person dying in this apocalyptic world, and wouldn't attract the slightest attention from irrelevant people.
"Ancestor, you should take some of the spirit cores with you when you go abroad. It's always good to be prepared." When Elder Huang saw that Ancestor Li had given so many spirit cores at once, he felt a bit like "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."
"Don't be so hypocritical next time you're with me. I don't like it. It's more comfortable to be honest with each other." Li Xuanzu's casual remark shut up Old Huang. Almost the instant those words left his mouth, Old Huang was drenched in sweat.
How could he possibly complain about having too many spirit cores? What the Dragon Kingdom needs most right now are high-level spiritualists. His words just now were merely polite formalities. More than anything, he wanted to cultivate a kind and harmless old man persona in Li Xuanzu's eyes.
However, Li Xuanzu, a monster who had lived for a thousand years, had seen all kinds of people. He immediately saw through Huang Lao's little trick.
The two walked in silence and soon arrived in front of a huge building.
Inside the building, a huge conference table stands prominently in the center of the spacious hall.
"These are all the third-tier and above exorcists in the Dragon Kingdom, and they are the mainstay in ensuring that the Dragon Kingdom is not invaded by strange entities," Elder Huang said, pointing to the dozen or so people sitting at the conference table.
Upon hearing Huang Lao's phrase "pillar of strength," several people became elated, their gazes towards Li Xuanzu now carrying a hint of scrutiny.
They seemed to be assessing what abilities this man possessed to resolve the strange occurrences in Shanghai.
Old Huang did not reveal the strange situation in Shanghai. Almost no one in Shanghai knew about it and kept their mouths shut. Therefore, in the minds of all the exorcists present, the strangeness in Shanghai was only at the fourth level.
If they were in their shoes, they could have done the same thing, without causing such a large number of civilian casualties.
Some of the fourth-tier exorcists, upon realizing this, became too lazy to look at Li Xuanzu anymore and relaxed their posture.
"Huang Jianshu, you called us here just to play house with this young man? I'm afraid I won't play along." An old man spoke up, standing up and making a strange noise as he sat down.
Huang Jianshu is Huang Lao's real name. He is not usually called that; he is always respectfully addressed as Huang Lao.
Li Xuanzu remembered him; Zhao Han, a fourth-order innate exorcist, whose innate spirit was the ghost of a woman.
It is said that it was the spirit of his deceased wife. Before the end of the world, he practiced some unorthodox methods and eventually became one of the first exorcists to awaken.
With Zhao Han taking the lead, some of the older men also stood up, making a move to leave, while those who were less impatient and less strong remained seated.
“Benefactor Zhao, you mustn’t be in such a hurry. Why don’t you sit down and listen?” A deep voice rang out. It was Huixin, whom we hadn’t seen for a long time. He was now a fourth-level exorcist, and his innate spirit was the phantom of the Demon-Subduing Vajra.
After saying that, he gave Li Xuanzu a friendly smile.
“Old Huang, this is mismanagement. They dare to embarrass you in this kind of situation. Just kill them.” Li Xuanzu said, his eyes fixed on Zhao Han.
"You little brat, say it..." Zhao Han hadn't finished speaking when his eyes went blank, and he stood there motionless.
"Let me introduce myself again. I am Li Xuanzu, and I am now a fifth-level exorcist." The shadow behind Li Xuanzu was stretched infinitely until the entire hall was plunged into darkness.
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