Lachlan's expression was sinister as he asked in a light and airy tone.
"What is the Ghost Plaque Sect? What are you talking about?" The words fell into the ears of the "master" before him like thunder.
The man was stunned by Lachlan's words, his expression uncertain as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What did you say?"
Lachlan sneered and didn't waste any more time with him. He went straight for the man.
The bald-headed master's expression changed instantly, and he roared in anger, "You're looking to die!"
In an instant, his aura surged, revealing that he had early-stage Uppecia strength.
But it was no match for Lachlan now. He had reached early-stage Golden Core strength and could even fight against mid- to late-stage Golden Core cultivators.
To Lachlan now, killing someone at early-stage Uppecia level was like killing an insect.
That was why Lachlan dared to come alone to take on Ghost Plaque Sect.
Crack! Crack! Crack...
The next moment, before the bald-headed master could even get up, his figure turned into a residual shadow and rushed forward.
Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, tendons snapping, and joints dislocating, the bald-headed master instantly lost all resistance and mobility.
"Who... who are you?"
"What did Moonlit Monastery do to offend you?"
The bald-headed master wore a pained and horrified expression as he glared at Lachlan and asked angrily.
He never expected that the young man in front of him would be so powerful.
Even the initial strength of Uppecia seemed completely helpless before him!
"Offend me? Ha, do two attempts on my life count as offending me?"
"And the Ghost Plaque Sect, they are notorious and devoid of humanity. I've come here to cleanse their sins!"
Lachlan sneered.
As he spoke, he thought of the several carts of children rescued by Makhi and others. His murderous intent towards the Ghost Plaque Sect grew even stronger.
The reason Lachlan sought out the Ghost Plaque Sect was that this evil cultivation sect was devoid of humanity and committed unimaginable atrocities.
If he had to devour human souls to strengthen the Dragon Ancestor's divine soul and save Miranda, Lachlan had no choice but to annihilate this group of inhumane beasts known as the Ghost Plaque Sect.
In this way, he could still find some solace in his heart.
"What Ghost Plaque Sect? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"This is Moonlit Monastery, a temple that respects the earth and fears the heavens. We are mages who bring blessings to people. What does it have to do with being notorious?"
The bald-headed master widened his eyes, his face filled with sorrow and indignation.
"Hehe..."
"I'm not afraid of your stubbornness."
Lachlan sneered coldly. The next moment, he grabbed the man's wrist and infused a strand of true energy into his body.
Then, with a sharp crack, he dislocated the man's jaw.
"Ah!"
The bald-headed master let out a scream of agony the next moment. Due to his dislocated jaw, his voice was filled with repression, and his expression twisted in pain.
This technique was previously used by Lachlan on Dale and his young disciple. Now, he employed it on the bald-headed master.
The man felt as if a thousand ants were devouring his heart, unable to seek life yet unable to seek death.
"Ah!"
"Ahhhh..."
The bald-headed master looked at Lachlan in agony, his eyes filled with a pleading gaze.
"Can we have a proper conversation now?"
Lachlan asked in a cold voice.
With his dislocated jaw, the bald-headed master couldn't speak, so he could only nod desperately.
Lachlan snorted and tapped a certain acupoint on the man's body, then used his hand to support the jaw back in place.
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