Chapter 321: Uninvited Guest

The demon-exorcism assembly at the center of the small town was a cacophony of voices, packed with experts from every sect.

The Abbot of Shaolin, clad in plain white monk robes and wearing a Buddhist cap, held a gilded Zen staff as he slowly ascended the stage; when the gilded staff struck the ground heavily, the green bricks of the entire mansion rippled like water.

"Amitabha," she said, her white eyebrows lowered as she clasped her hands in prayer; her voice somehow drowned out the clamor of the crowd:

"This poor nun, Xuanxu, thanks all the righteous paths of Wu Lin for traveling thousands of miles to eradicate evil completely and defend the Dao against demons."

She was Xuanxu, the Abbot of Shaolin, who had entered the Fourth Turn at sixty; relying on the Wrathful Bright King Dharma Image, the number of evil demons she had slain under her command over the years was not merely dozens but over a hundred.

And as Xuanxu spoke, the assembled heroes immediately erupted in a chorus of humble compliments and flattery.

With this exchange, Fang Can even felt like yawning, when he heard the Abbot of the Kongdong Sect beside him suggest: "Thank you, heroes, for your kindness; let us now discuss how to assault the Cloud Top."

The Kongdong Sect Abbot, Guan Weitong, primarily cultivated the Seven Injuries Fist, which injures the enemy by seven parts and oneself by three.

After reaching the Fourth Turn, he had already achieved the Vajra realm, where nothing can break, relying on the inheritance of 【Zhenji Xuanzao】.

And facing the Kongdong Abbot's suggestion, the Yuduan Jushi of Emei gently raised her head and said:

"Among the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Mo Sect, the Green-Winged Bat King's 【Niguang Moying】 is the peerless lightness skill under heaven; dividing our forces risks him splitting us apart one by one to fight us with superior numbers."

"Therefore, we should bind ourselves into a single rope and, with a righteous and upright momentum, utterly annihilate the entire Demon Gate."

Following the words of the Emei Yuduan Jushi, the heroes present repeatedly agreed.

While the abbots of several minor sects whispered to one another, Fang Can distinctly heard the murmur: "Last month, thirty experts of the Diancang Sect were sucked into dried corpses by that demon."

And just as everyone was speaking, a sharp laughter surrounded them from all directions, spreading throughout the entire assembly.

The moment this sound emerged, the demon-exorcism assembly in the town center suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The six sect leaders present frowned in unison, for that voice was infinitely familiar to them.

And with the sound, black lightning streaks wrapped around a figure, dancing wildly within the crowd.

Some people felt their necks grow slightly damp, as if something had licked them.

"Hahahaha, thank you, Yuduan Jushi, for your kindness; to guard against me, you even abandoned splitting your forces into multiple paths."

As that voice exploded, a figure wrapped entirely in black robes stood atop a flagpole; it was a middle-aged woman with a gaunt face.

"Green-Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao!" the Yuduan Jushi frowned, staring fiercely at the figure before her: "You actually dare to come here!"

"Why wouldn't I dare? You can't catch me anyway."

Wei Yixiao, with a sharp laugh, said: "A group of you discussing how to breach my Holy Sect, yet you can't even touch my shadow; don't you feel ashamed?"

"Monster, cease your chatter!" A cold snort rang out, and a golden hand, every detail sharp and clear, smashed toward Wei Yixiao from afar.

Xuanxu's monk robes billowed like clouds, and the shadow of the Wrathful Bright King appearing behind her solidified into something substantial; the gilded Buddha palm, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, slammed down with a boom.

The flagpole where Wei Yixiao had stood instantly turned into flying wood chips, and the ground within a radius of ten zhang was pressed by the palm wind into a pit deep as a zhang.

But before the impact landed, that Wei Yixiao had already transformed into a streak of black lightning and teleported to the side.

When everyone looked again, they saw the Shaolin Abbot standing in mid-air.

Her beautiful body, draped in Buddha robes, was wrapped by a five-meter-tall Wrathful Bright King, whose eyes swirled with blazing true fire as she stared at Wei Yixiao.

This was the Wrathful Bright King Dharma Image of the Shaolin Abbot.

Once activated, it forms a Buddha shadow on the outer layer; as long as the Buddha remains unbroken, it is invulnerable to fire and water.

"Yo, getting anxious already? Is this the face of your righteous path?"

Wei Yixiao sneered and said: "Didn't you want to besiege us? Dragging it out for too long; since that's the case, my Holy Sect will wait for you at the Cloud Top tomorrow, if you dare to come."

As she spoke, Wei Yixiao's gaze swept across the entire scene, and when it passed over Fang Can, her pupils suddenly brightened.

The youth, dressed in white as snow, sat calmly amidst the sea of people; his silver hair flowed like moonlight, and the faint blue veins on his neck rose and fell with his breath; this made her instinctively feel her mouth dry and her tongue thick.

"Truly a superior blood bag..." She pressed her tongue against her fangs, and her black robes fluttered without wind.

His inheritance is called 【Niguang Moying】.

Once activated, black lightning flows around his body; by compressing his personal time, he can ignore physical laws to solidify his body's speed at twice that of a normal person and his reaction speed at ten times that of a normal person!

Combined with a footwork technique already unrivaled under heaven, one could say no one can keep up with his speed.

But the price is that his lifespan also flows away at twice the normal rate, making an already insufficient lifespan even more stretched thin.

Fortunately, there is also the Sha Xue Great Method, which can compensate for the lost time by sucking the essence blood of high-realm martial artists.

Seeing Fang Can at this moment, that craving surged up once again.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect to encounter such a beautiful beauty here; let me have a taste."

Before Wei Yixiao's voice had even fallen, her figure had already transformed into a streak of black lightning rushing toward Fang Can; her right arm hooked toward the youth's right shoulder, preparing to abduct him.

"Rebel, so arrogant! Give me your life!" Abbot Xuanxu roared, and a golden arm waved, shattering the atmosphere and raising a gale, as if to seize Wei Yixiao.

But before the Green-Winged Bat King with tenfold reactions and double time-speed, the Abbot's attack moved as slowly as a snail.

With a flicker of her figure, she teleported away, circling in an arc toward the youth.

The next moment, seeing the youth's face so close, the woman's expression stiffened slightly.

Because with her tenfold reactions, she could clearly see the youth slowly lifting his eyelids.

Those red pupils were now, in this almost frozen time, staring tightly at her figure.

'He can actually see my movements?'

Wei Yixiao was shocked in her heart, and then she saw the youth's body rise bit by bit from the stone bench, completely proving her guess was correct.

'Where did this nameless Fourth Turn grandmaster come from? I'll curse your father!'

Wei Yixiao cursed in her heart; without understanding the inheritance, she dared not directly block the youth's attack.

Watching that right fist approach her neck bit by bit like slow motion, her body shrank, forcibly twisting her torso.

While changing direction mid-air, her body lost control, skipping across the ground like a stone, and after smashing through a wall, she shot toward the Cloud Top like a streak of lightning.

"Curse your big breasts, kid, just you wait; don't let me run into you again tomorrow."

Before leaving, Wei Yixiao was still spouting threats.

Everyone's gaze followed to see the human-shaped hole smashed into that wall, filling their hearts with both anger and rage.

The so-called Demon-Suppression Assembly ended with this single demonic path member brazenly circling among the gathered heroes, uttering threats, and then fleeing—it was sheer humiliation.

"You came and now you want to run? It's not that easy!"

Fang Can let out a cold snort from his mouth, his legs gave a slight leap, and his body soared high into the air, jumping to great heights before the eyes of all.

(End of this chapter)